Poems by Barry Tebb
The Dreamer, The Sleep
... t not alone I read Lacan on desireIt is not a day I can visit the wardOvercome by delusions shadow ...
Without The Wherewithall
... ence and your subtle craft will tell,Artists like poets live on others bounty, as you know so well ...
To Leeds Big Issue Sellers
... in blanketsWhen all the warnings say I shouldnt but whos to judgeThe deserving from the addicted ...
Our Son
... locked doors he freezes before and whispers "Daddy, I was damned in hell but now I am Gods friend ...
To The Sound Of Violins
... If I get home after midnight" I quipped to their delightBut being there had somehow put things right ...
Marginalia
... out such a king-size messBut not even you can spoil this afternoonOf watching Haworth heather bloom ...
Infamous Poet
... eading Lacan into the night I thought things throughBut somehow none of them was half as good as you ...
Pulled From A Life Some Leaves
... s of fate:The shadows of you gone still took the nightAnd I was left alone to face the painful light ...
In Harms Way
... y old ageBut being monophobic I cant face the isolationOr persuade my passionate friend to join me ...
Coming To Terms With Schizophrenia
... ding pathsCloudscapes only a Constable could paintHigh Withens in a gale, the sloping village street ...
To Margaret, Unforgotten
... Two nights I have dreamed of youOnce as an adolescent, evanescentYet tangible still to the spirits touch,Then as a ten year old in the shared Secret garden of our imagination. ...
Upon Being Asked Why I Am Not Writing
... Too much gone wrong No Muse, no song. ...
The Days Go By
... gesStart and stop, a local train thatLocals know will never go beyondThe halt where only you get off ...
Letter From Haworth
... "I long for the enduring love of a womanHere is Gods glory-hole,O, women, why are you all so angry ...
Letter From Kirkheaton
... nders on As I take courage from the gone, the waving grass,The sculptured pylons of my shadowed past ...
