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 | David BargerDavid Barger is the publisher and editor of Titanium Bound Writings (www.titaniumboundwritings.com). He is the author of “Bottled Up” (An Ovi Projects Book Publication 2010). His poetry has been published in Connotation Press, Word Riot, Haiku Ramblings, Word Salad Poetry Magazine, Ovi Magazine, Zylophone, and Nebo. He enjoys spending time with family and his two Boxer dogs | |
| | | | | | next | | Black Lines by David Barger White mountainous clouds reflectOrange magma colored skyAs the sun dips below fading tree lines.Miracle like rays of lightSh | | | Finding the back way in by David Barger An awkward moment arisesAs all eyes stare intentlyAt the man w | | | My little Indian friend by David Barger Sonya,Sweet Sonya, Hair of blackest coal.I remember well your smileBeckoning with straw;Like a stuffed doll | |
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| | Beneath dark clouds by David Barger The sky is behind dark clouds, And the moon | | | A chain of questions by David Barger Will the changing climates Continue shifting? Will the seasons ever swap With their ways? | | | Lost twitter of dinosaurs by David Barger Red-breasted Robin,Black crest Nuthatcher,Timid little Sparrow,And green flash of Hummingbird - All gather near feedersWhich hang | | | Everybody wants to play with fire by David Barger Everybody wants to play with fireLonging to be instilled with warmth | | | Some form of purity by David Barger The brink of winter is upon meMoving up my leg like a cold hand;Each chilling fingertip up my spine.Its breath deep within another lung. | | | Dormant Emotion by David Barger The smallest infringement is a ruseWhere I am entertained in laughter,And tied by the bonds of sorrow,But where is my enlightenmentThat kindles each par | | | Etched In Black Ivory by David Barger The beginning is a cracked egg shellWith yoke dripping from the frailLimbs connecting human form,And the ever present spirit of everlasting, | | | | next | |
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