Stuck I am Fucked!



Eviction from meaning

No leaning to dreaming

Everything seeming

Unreal.  No

Reeling of feeling

I’ve disengaged dealing

I’m done with no

Doing there’s no

Love issuing I’m

Corpse cold so numb

I am strung up

Struck dumb

I am hung

Stuck am fucked

I feel none


©K Barr




 Love your shit!

Your autobiographical

Your actual

Your metaphorical

Conflict able 

All full awful


‘Cos this is it

It’s all you got

To get to give

To live with it

For life

It springs from shit


©K Barr

Gold Of Sun


Gold of sun

I bring to you

In yellow hue

Of Daffodil

My willing heart

Like honey bee

That gathers nectar

From the tree

To weave the honey

Sweet a treat

For eating

You and me

Are liquid golden

Melt of yolk

In thrust of corn stalk

Pulsing hope

Our juices run

Becoming what we be

In light and warmth

Of airy free

Our bliss in this

Is not amiss

It is the kiss of life

For you to be

From me who sees

Your beauty sees

Your need

Feeds your heart

Come feast with me


©K Barr



The joy of snowdrops

Everywhere their heads

Flop yes to springs

Within the heart

Once thought

Was winter dry and hard

So taut it hurt now opens

To the air with careful

Courage can it dare

To risk another

Wary season find a little

Wanting reason

To begin again and live


©K Barr



Longing to belong

Be touched

So much it hurts

By one

Who’ll come to

make me whole

There’s some

Been Prophets

Seekers and Redeemers

Of their faith

With grace that shone

From faces lit

From inner light that glowed

With radiance so fierce it broke

Their human hearts into

The truth which set them free

But me

I long and is this wrong

My whole life long

I sing in limbs like chains

Which weight me to the same

Refrains I long…


©K Barr