Don Barnfather is an exiled Brit who has lived in Asia for more than ten years ( six in Japan and four in Hong Kong. When he is not busy writing poetry or short stories, Don Barnfather works in the Finance Industry.

Don says, " I am in my forties and my hobbies are writing (poetry and (lately) short stories). I have been published in Japan-Poetry Kanto and Plaza and also on the internet-net - - Moonshade/FreeZone/The Thinker/MindKites/Poetry Magazine. Personal Philosophy?-You learn something everyday (even if you don't want to!)."

Remnants

....by Don Barnfather

a sudden spasm
and the sinking of the sun
a twitching, jerking death
then gray.
the remains of the day
tainted morsals for
the beggar at a feast
now ended.

evening calm emerges
a sneak thief pretender
to the throne
stealing the crown with grubby paws
wearing the mantle
until another morning's glory
then
slinking away in a coward's retreat.

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Terrible City

....by Don Barnfather

terrible city
so new
so ugly
condemned like a shark
to perpetual motion
building rebuilding
death rebirth

so intense and threatening
impregnated with an aura
that sucks out your breath
there is no place for joy in these
flat, sterile buildings that
jostle for space like
rush-hour commuters.
-with rooftops
that barge and shoulder their way
through the bemused sky
threatening the clouds like arrogant bullies

as the stars look on unimpressed.

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Boulanger

....by Don Barnfather

alien children
flaunt
and skip
vivid clear demented

music blows
floats
and sways
no one
leaves the circle

no influence
of history
shadows
this creation

the tunes are
theirs
and theirs
alone
conductor dare to meddle
and deep below
the terrible stage

in darkened seats
an audience

weeps its applause

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Remnants

....by Don Barnfather

a sudden spasm
and the sinking of the sun
a twitching, jerking death
then gray.
the remains of the day
tainted morsals for
the beggar at a feast
now ended.

evening calm emerges
a sneak thief pretender
to the throne
stealing the crown with grubby paws
wearing the mantle
until another morning's glory
then
slinking away in a coward's retreat.

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