Some may have been wondering why I’ve been putting out a bunch of short poems with the hashtag #TMMPoetry – well, nobody asked me, but I figured I’d let ya know anyway 🙂 It comes from an NPR promotion from their Tell Me More program. Here at TELL ME MORE, we will once again commemorate National Poetry Month with “Muses and Metaphor,” a series combining two of our passions, poetry and social media, and we need your help. Go to Twitter and tweet us your original poetry using fewer than 140 characters and the hash tag #tmmpoetry. And just as […]
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#TMMPoetry by Silencio Barnes

Burning Leaves
The trackless maze, infinite passes Winding between brown and russet Reds like youthful anger It’s during these times – Winter, no longer Summer’s distant past – That sparks become revolutions These dry and falling dreams Transform into bright and burning flames, Woe be unto the hand that seeks to stamp or control For fire burns And these burning leaves drift On the wind And in the end These burning leaves Shall blanket the Earth
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Orange, The Unrhymable Word

Orange, the Unrhymable Word The color, the fruit …the color of the fruit The word, orange It used to be called yellowred One word not two Things change Her favorite color was orange Can you guess her favorite fruit? She mastered the fine art Of peeling the skin In one whole piece Slowly she would push Her slender fingers into The center and divide Sharing with me the slices We would watch the sun set Yellowred on the horizon She would peel off the Hard, uncompromising Cynical armor Of my outer self Leaving me raw but whole She carefully removes […]
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Finished

Finished The time before – the build up The time after – thought In between there is the void In that void there is me Anger has caused my hands to bleed I am so alone in my mind Staring as the blood becomes Oval jewels within the cuts I will not clean them Not until this is finished When she was out of sight I pulled off my hoody And laid, shivering uncontrollably On my floor Now, Now I am finished Now I shall cleanse More Poetry by Silencio Barnes
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On Love (Refrain)

This poem is a refrain (so to speak) of “On Love“ On Love (Refrain) Oft-quoted poetYou can have those summer days I cherish the darkness, the secrecyOf a black-blue night When you can see right throughLight’s absence Eyes reflecting eyesReflecting eyes To one who asked howCould forever be in a glance Gift-wrapped soulRibbons of silver and black For you Unlike harmonizing angelsAnd the basic nature of god itself More like raucousSometimes annoying Your laughI would not trade For beads or landsNever a part without the whole Struggling to be deeperThan ancient minds Or blood diamond minesTrying to express What I […]
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On Love

On Love Realization struck Chord of dissonance Opening the universe Revealing truth Youth A condition of unbearable want Disguised as need Between Heaven and Hell Lies a conversation You laugh, a poet That can’t express himself Exhortation Back to Sentiments of the Cerebral More Poetry by Silencio Barnes More Poetry from Eternal Figments of Reality
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I, of the Streets

I, of the Streets Concrete and asphalt Give birth Pain provides seed Death gives unto Gain the motivation How can soul exist When hearts beat Into submission And truth is abstract Back to Sentiments of the Cerebral More Poetry by Silencio Barnes More Poetry from Eternal Figments of Reality
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Roleplay

Roleplay In the post afternoon Twilight I saw her Just as night dropped Upon the atmosphere Like the wings of the Universe folding in on itself Cloaking the empty streets In tempered darkness Empty but for she Filling in all my blanks Angel of night dark seraph Street lights framing her With a pale yellow halo Assuredly a divine nimbus We both inhaled She/The thick Newport smoke And I/Her Slowly it unfolded This opera complete With music playing Jazz like in my head Her motion like snake Her stride like a wave Crashing upon the Beach of my subconscious Sweet […]
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Colors

Colors Each design seemed of mirrors Sliced thin to string And woven thread-like Into the fabric Of her blood blue jeans If I concentrated hard enough I could truly See myself in her pants Silk blouse – The color of A six winged angel’s Lust – Hung loosely About her left shoulder, Line slanting Tightening about her chest Before disappearing Underneath her right Underarm She took a step In those glass heels And then another Scraping scratching Breaking again and again Something inside of me She walked like The moon sings Body shaped Like a black hole’s Orgasm As if […]
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Once Kings

Once Kings oh how we sometimes fall walking through bottles of prescription inscriptions five cent deposits living off change loose pocket currents the once great halls of kings now alleyways of whispers quite talks of used coffee cups containing livelihood a quarter of a quarter or a nickel plus silver crown of aluminum grasped in a withered fist so low we’ve fallen so low through cracks of words of poets and radicals where then where is it that promised revolution More Poetry by Silencio Barnes More Poetry from Eternal Figments of Reality
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