Wonder Why

Wonder Why

© Chris Barry

Have you ever wished upon a rainbow?
While allowing you imagination to flow
For your imagination energizes your creativity
Which encourages your inner child to grow

Have you ever wished upon a falling star?
While the night sky curtains off the day
Have you ever smiled at the wonders of life?
As a child kneels down to pray

Have you ever touched a snowflake still afloat?
And wondered at the magic of it all
Or watched a butterfly sit so still
While we, life’s passengers daily rush by

Have you ever wondered at the beauty of a web?
Catching the morning sun flickering through
Do you ever wonder why the swallows return?
Or why a crowing cock mystifies the noon

Did you ever wonder why Mother Nature cares?
Winter Summer Autumn or Spring
Whether you stop or simply refuse to stare
She’ll continue to cherish and look after her kin


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A Prayer for an Expectant Mum

A Prayer for an Expectant Mum

© Chris Barry

God grant me stamina, courage and strength
While abiding and seeing my labour through
And bless the joy these pains will bring
When this little human life blossoms through

Guide me through my mothering instinct
When I listen to the cries of joy and woe
And lead us through the pathway of life
That will allow our love to flourish and grow

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Dearest God

Dearest God

© Chris Barry

Within my humble slumber
As I roam the stairways of my destiny
I meekly whisper
Dearest God, I love thee

Within my mindless actions
As I offend thee through my daily tire
I humbly request
Dearest God, forgiveness, I beg of Thee

Within my enlightened moments
As my soul radiates eternal joy
My heart cries out
Dearest God, I’ll always follow Thee

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A Mothering Womb

A Mothering Womb

© Chris Barry

From the castle to the hovel
Nestling in an umbilical marvel
Awaiting in a mothering womb
All natal miracles bloom

While cradled in Life’s fountain
Helpless restless Spirits enchain
Fragile breaths kindled by Heavenly embraces
Miraculously rain-bowed in Divine graces

Motherhood hails the ecstasy of humanity
While innocence seeks out zestful amity
Life's budding mysteries zoom
Embryos nestling in a mothering womb

Havocked in a mothering womb
Swaddled in blesseth warmth caress
Released by the triumph of birth
All divine fragile Spirits emerge


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Life is....

Life is….

© Chris Barry

Life is living. Live it
Life is love. Love it
Life is a gift. Accept it
Life is a tear. Cry it
Life is a voyage. Sail it
Life is creativity. Create it
Life is spiritual. Reflect it
Life is knowledge. Learn it
Life is a miracle. Treasure it
Life is a destination. Reach it
Life is challenging. Challenge it
Life is a playground. Enjoy it
Life is a blessing. Cherish it
Life is humanity. Embrace it
Life is fragile. Nurture it
Life is nature. Respect it
Life is a melody. Sing it
Life is Life


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What makes a House a Home

What makes a House a Home

© Chris Barry

It’s not the fancy mirror on the wall
Nor the candelabra in the hall
But the loving arms that are always there
Whether you want to share a joy or shed a tear
That’s what makes a house a home

It’s not the glowing car in the garage
Or any other fancy carriage
But knowing someone is waiting for thee
Happy to transform your worries into glee
That’s what makes a house a home


You may wish for riches and seek out wealth
That doesn’t guarantee happiness or fair health
But knowing there’s always a welcome and a bed
To lay down and rest your tired weary head
That’s what makes a house a home!

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The Water’s Edge

The Water’s Edge

© Chris Barry

Come forth to the water’s edge
And let its magic impregnate your troubled soul
Go hither and thither along the strand
Leaving the mark by your footprints as you stroll

There’s peace to be found by the water’s edge
When you allow the contentment of the moment to fill your soul
But it’s not until you’re at peace with yourself
That you’ll find inner contentment where ever you go.

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The Rose

The Rose

© Chris Barry

The essences of life is reflected within a Rose
Each petal reveals a year of life just lived
Its bud reflects a woman’s womb
Embracing a miracle of life within

Its various colours resemble the Human Race
Each graced with a beauty of its own
Its tender scent enlightens our senses
To the uniqueness of Humanity alone

The leaves are the friends that care
Protecting us from stormy times
The thorns are there to remind us
Of challenges we encounter as life unfolds

The stem resembles the pathway of Life
We’re destined to take on route to Eternity
While the roots reflect our inner strength
Arising from our glowing Spirituality

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Ode To My Babe

Ode to my Babe

© Chris Barry



With arms cuddled in a cradling fold
Eternally craving your babbling voice
Blesseth was I to bosom your warmth
Embracing your Being, how I rejoice

In sprouting Spring you were a mystery
In sun-gazed Summer your presence did shine
In amber Autumn, I hushed your infancy cries
In wintry Winter your Spirit fled mine

Angels ushered your Spirit home
Breathless presence in a swathe unfold
Death impoverished my dreams of thee
Whilst grief blotted out your epithet untold

Bewilderment bequeathed by Spiritual departure
Watching nocturnal creatures vacillate in flight
Whence infancy silence shadows my Being
I thirst immortality belief to illuminate night


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A Life’s Stolen Treasure

A Life’s Stolen Treasure

© Chris Barry

The Month was November, the Year 1949
In a grey yard huddled many boys,
Heads held low from fear and inner misery.
Amongst them I hunched found guilty of a crime,
No Ma nor Da to love or care for me.
It was there I became a number and soon learned to run to the call,
Slowly my birth name was allowed to become
A fading memory on a courtroom wall!

Reading and writing I did quite well.
But why had each day to be a living hell?
I felt so undignified with my clothes held low,
As that Leather Strap gradually grounded me to the floor.
I cried out in silence, ‘Please God, don’t let the tears flow.’
But my encouraging Spirit responded
‘Hang in there lad, you’ve the willpower to endure a lot more.’
That harsh voice still sends quivering shivers up alone my spine
As I recall him count the lashes right up to nine!

Each night I prayed,
Why God why me?
I’ve tried so hard to please Thee,
I’ve learned to learn well
Even endure the duties of a man.
Tonight please God, don’t let it be Me!
As I prayed with hands clasped tight
Is it too much tonight to let me lie low?
When that Handle turns on that Great Door!
With sprat like muscles so weak
Can I really endure much more!

At the age of sixteen
They claimed I was free.
Saying, ‘they’ve no further use of me.’
Free to roam and search the world
Looking for ways to become a man.
Struggling to recover my lost identity!
Dear God, I’ve one last request
Please be my Guide and stay close by my side,
For the only crime I was found guilty of,
Is that I had nobody to love me when I was a child!

How could it have happened? I hear people say,
Little kids marked by the crimes of heartless men!
Where were the Good Ones when those kids cried out!
But were there really any Good Ones I still try to puzzle out?
For each and everyone of them just stood by,
Hearing and listening to the echoes of our screams and cries!


Years later I heard I was labelled one of the ‘Specials’
A stamp that embodied me with their mystic satanic rituals!
Enforcing me to abide by my measure,
As they engulfed themselves in their bodily pleasures!
Haunting memories of bread and dripping
Still engraved in my gut!
As I live my life reclaiming A Life’s Stolen Treasure…
My childhood dignity.

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