Fairy Dust


They could fly! They could fly I did sigh

Then I watched, as they took to the sky

I stayed behind, still stuck to the ground

I never did quite understand why


I was passed by the way, alongside

Amazed, I watched their fluttery ride

Out of the way, on my solid perch

Hoping that from their sight I could hide


I had ambitions, I had some dreams

At times they matter more than some schemes

I stayed on the floor, still on my feet

Fairies are still my favorite themes


I must always look up, never down

Between my toes to ponder the ground

Silence with no trace of my presence

Avoiding even my breathing sound


Though they might be just false and not true

Not something that I dare to tell you

The truth I’ve always known to exist

To have a dream is justified too


Barbara Blackcinder

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The Spotty Pathway


Should the days end tomorrow

for the eyes that look ahead

Where should be no greater sorrow

when they see demise instead


I look and I see little future

but that is as it has to be

I speak of my solitary ending

the culmination of all that is me


It’s the end to my existence

I don’t look for future glory

Some way out of the inevitable

or have hopes in an endless story


But sadness is my constant companion

because of what was not done

Not for self-glory or esteem

surely not for the solitary one


Instead I see it as failure

events that predict no conclusion

When there is forever a choice

and direction is lost in confusion


It’s just the things I would like to finish

some started and some never began

Even if it was a fruitless endeavor

no winner but an also-ran


But years take on their toll

things change and chance is nil

Life will end for everyone

even for those with an iron will


Although bitter sounding is true

it is not my intention to be

Life is there for traveling

for life is there but to see


Barbara Blackcinder


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The Throne


I feel as though I’m sitting in glue

Or perhaps some kind of molasses

It’s hard to describe my state of being

How uncomfortable and sore my ass is


I’m comfy and warm this is true

But that is unsettling besides

Because it conceals the unpleasant state

I sit in while it hides


I speak of course of a state of being

Where my mind is in fact

While I’m happy I suppose

There’s joy that I have lacked


I sit and watch the world go by

Happy to miss much of it

While I stay in my comfortable place

Eating food and taking a shit


What I missed I will always know

Some good and some bad

Many things I’m glad to pass

And still some good times were had


To face the truth of yesterday

Is saddening for what it is not

But seeing ahead what won’t happen

While I sit on my ass and rot


As it see it from my fur-lined throne

It is all a broad compromise

Seeing what comes and goes

Through clouded and fading eyes


Barbara Blackcinder

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His Eyes Are Blue


I looked into his eyes of blue

But couldn’t see past the outside hue

There was no focus, no real view

He wasn’t seeing out to me and you


He was lost behind the clouds

Seeing thoughts and hidden shrouds

His ears were deaf to my beckoning calls

His senses were stagnated by walls


For he had gone to the other side

No comprehension, he didn’t hide

It was his mind, its fertile zone

Within his mind he was all alone


He had happy thoughts, you could tell

He would smile, and frown as well

But there was no connection there

Those eyes just continued to stare


We lost a friend to everlasting time

He had found something very sublime

We cared for his body as it was stilled

His mind was racing and seemed well filled


Try as we might there was no flow

We couldn’t see, we couldn’t know

We couldn’t enter inside its wall

A friend had left us, left us all


Barbara Blackcinder


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Tubman and Douglas

(in response to a letter from Douglas to Tubman contest)


Our hairs are curly

Our skins are black

These two features

Neither of us lack


But courage is another thing

Of which the two of us may sing

Praise of each other is due

But from without is another thing


We fight the battle at the risk of life

Either of us may succumb in an instant

You in the woods, myself in town

Your silence saves you, instead I rant


We live in fear of racism and hatred

There is plenty of that about

Our cause is just no matter our role

Our call must someday be raised to a shout


We must know that someday

Our efforts lethal but honest

Should be outspoken loudly

This inhumanity we must detest


We will not in our lifetime see

The repeal of this evilness of mind

In a thousand years hence

Bigots and racists we will surely find


Barbara Blackcinder



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The Offering


She offered me a prize; I could see it in her eyes

Tantalizing though it was, I felt I had to pass

Woe to me, for my thoughts I came to realize

She was only offering a little bit of sass


Barbara Blackcinder

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The Little Girl

I have a silly young girl in my yard

She runs and runs and tries real hard

I make no sense of what she is saying

I don’t need to know what she’s playing


Sitting a swing forward and then astride

Her quest for fun is not something to hide

And so I watch passively as she grows so fast

My only regret being that it can’t and won’t last


Barbara Blackcinder

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The Lasting Impression


No more, no more shall I see that face

No longer will I see it smile

Actions made that will not repeat

You have been gone now for a while


It’s all those little things that last

The way that you do like no other

A smile that suddenly appears

A body not like just another


Sure it has its pain intertwined

With a happy, gleeful vision

It is how I choose to remember

Though clearly not my decision


Barbara Blackcinder

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Offensive Is as Offensive Does


The crowds they are so offensive to me

Their long hair and bodies are hard to see

They talk too much about things I don’t know

Given a prod I’d tell them where to go

We had a country of clean and right people

Who honored our church and believed its steeple


Now they talk about creating a mob

My heart aches and I must cry with a sob

When will it end, their protesting and pride

Shall it ever return to where they just hide

We know the biggest instigator of all

If we kill him now all their temples will fall


I will pay it all to end their control

Can we sent them over a bloody knoll

Control their movements and so we will reign

We need to stop hearing them once again

And so we must remove this new savior

And go back to our Roman behavior


Barbara Blackcinder

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The Star Field


A spark shoots out as I strike a flint

As I grind on metal more result

But most are painless little flecks

And hardly raise much of a shout


There are many bursts of light in the sky

Many more stars than one can see

Billions upon billions spreading out

Forming billions of visible galaxies


It is pondered what is beyond

Our single spark of a universe

Beyond what we can see with our scopes

Or what if their course should reverse


It makes little sense to create new

Something which has been done

Why would we believe in a single event

How could there be but one?


And so we go beyond our sight

Into a mass of universes ever wide

Past a single spark of light

Where the rest of it does hide


Barbara Blackcinder

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