| Barry Fitton Poetry III |
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| Poem Account Poets Barry Fitton wylde Craig Moore panta rhei Paul Kren Joshua Griffin Jota judih orphicgoblin |
Bio Artist's Statement Poetry I Poetry II Poetry III |
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| Contact the Poet: e-mail: barry8@zonnet.nl |
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| That last night When You came Like the falling snow Dripping Melting into my mouth The trees Whispering Softly Against Translucent Mist encrusted Windowpanes The pale winter moon Peering in Listening Through the curtains As I called your name For one last time Before I had to leave Taking with me Memories Of what had passed Through the long hours Of the thrusting night Where death meets birth And, Of the Eternal light of knowledge A glimpse Is often seen Almost hidden Among the sheets Amid the cries And the warm Wet afterness Of a released soul In search of Life Barry Fitton A poetry card From Exploding galactic productions |
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| September 11th 2001 I passed by a church today They were singing They were hollering They were praising the lord Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Praise the lord There was Signs In the sky Armageddon Was nigh And the people Were weeping All through The day Well they Cried And they wailed And they called Jesus Down The preacher He danced The drummer He rolled and The choir They shouted Out loud The congregation Swayed in the aisle’s Rolled their eyes Fluttered their fingers And then Clapped their hands And spoke in tongues Sweet Jesus Sweet Jesus Sweet Jesus They called For the towers have fallen In flames At our feet And the five pointed star As now only four And the President as gone To a hole In the ground They clapped and they shouted for the lord to come down and send his retribution for the dead and the dying we gotta bomb them we gotta nuke them we gotta fry their brains lord make it safe for the Christians again and the lord came down that night to that church and said to his people in a mighty loud voice MAN ! Man ! He said Man ! You had 2000 years Of praising my name Reading my book And following My way And never Not once Have you Understood What it is that I’ve been trying to say So now It’s your turn To learn by a lesson if you survive And call me again May be Just May be I will Answer Your call And next time Remember The answer Is there Just Love one another And all Will Be well Well the church Became silent And they opened The doors And they all Shuffled out With there eyes downcast And waited just waited For the End To begin for interactive version of Sept.11, please click here. |