Red Beard Poetry

10/05/2025

Guides

The twisted black top
Leads us to infinity.
Rarely flat
Almost always hilly.
Sometimes its serious,
Other times its silly.
Take it as a grain of salt,
Either gravel or asphalt.
Rocky or smooth,
We'll find our way.
Because we're not alone...
As paths cross,
The scenery fades...
But the souls latch on,
They are our guide.

10/04/2025

What I Was

If I fade away
My memory stays.
I live on
In hearts and lives.
Grasping upward, i am.
A lost soul
Hardest on myself,
And can't see
The way I'm seen,
Because the cancer
That is my thoughts
Hold me back.
I exhale my last,
Not knowing
What i was.

06/24/2024

Last Breath

The curtains close,
Time for a farewell.
You were the one I chose,
No regrets to tell.
My heart remains heavy,
My eyes never dry,
The ducts break the levee,
Time for you to fly,
And time for me to sink,
To the darkest depths,
Right to the brink,
I too, take my last breath.

06/18/2024

Blessing Rain

Give me the rain
Over the sunshine.
The droplets heal my pain
Masking tears that are mine.
The shallow pool
Cradles my feet,
Keeping me cool
In my hour of defeat.
The sun is blazing
And offers no relief.
Eyes dry and glazing,
My mind spins in disbelief.
The dark clouds in the sky
Come to my rescue.
As I am about to die,
The rain whispers...
I am here to bless you.

06/12/2024

I would like to share that one of my poems has been selected for Massachusetts Bards poetry anthology! My fellow writer and mentor Tracey Love, author also will be featured in the anthology. I am honored to be a part of it alongside her!

04/20/2023

The Stare

03/23/2023

03/14/2023

Finish Line

03/14/2023

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03/10/2023

Happy and Alone

Silently walking
and cautiously stalking
the fakers and liars
coming out of the briars
headed for the hills
to get their fill
of mocking folks
and fighting blokes,
because violence
ends the silence
of the pleasant
who are present.
I avoid the vicious rabble
and the vulgar babble.
I hide in my home
happy and alone.

©️ D. George Barton

02/26/2023

Just having some fun with this poem. Music is so important and it means a lot to me. I listen to many different genres, but metal is my favorite.

The Sound of Metal

Aggression takes hold
and I flail,
into the wall I sail,
crashing, banging,
raging without fail,
like a hammer to the nail,
Like a happy dogs tail,
Like a sad dogs wail,
until my face is pale.
The feelings are real,
the notes do appeal,
my face it does peel,
the riffs a big deal.
My heart loves to hear
the sound of metal.

©️ D. George Barton