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Troubled by a continuum of conflict with an apparent variety of causes, dominating our existence, I asked why? The answer is a question of meaning I present in a poem, a precis and an essay each aptly titled "The Last Why". All other writings are derivatives. I welcome comments and much appreciate sharing. Thank you. Doug.E.Barr

My Poetry

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May302007

MY POETRY

My rhymes are with precision made.
The rhythms too are all precise.
The length of lines are all exact.
My thoughts are clear, as well, concise.

I crafted them in simple verse
So all humanity can see
In words and phrases and the tone
The meaning that is meant to be.

It is a form inherited
Along with my biology.
When I grew up this is the way
Words were defined as poetry.

In writing poems it's my goal
To motivate your thoughts of life.
They are containers for my words
And should not be a source of strife.

Creating them was not my dream.
They are just but a recent try
To find out if a fool I've been
To shine my light on "the last why".

They should be viewed as part of me
That to you, I wish to impart.
I use my mind to choose the words,
I write the poems from my heart.

 

Reader Comments (5)

i think that the poetry was very intresting and it made me wonder about how i write.

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I have been wondering why I write. Doug.E.Barr

March 18, 2008 | Unregistered Commentermonique proctor

Poetry, stemming at first from the same sense of allurement that is a sense of beauty born within, can become a way of thinking, at least it has with me. Like a diamond, human beings have many facets. Not to be confused with talent which is some kind of access (to certain areas of the brain?). Some of the greatest connoisseurs of music have but little talent to play, however hard they try. Poetry, being more closely allied with the way we humans think, is, I think, a bit more accessible to us all being players, and seeing improvement therein, and in appreciation also, which is the one thing it certainly has in common with music and music lovers. I greatly
appreciate these poems and the thinking that goes into them. I especially like the way the last four lines complete this poem to an idealistic satisfaction.

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Your expressed appreciation is uncommon and your interest extraordinary. I thank your for both. They are like rain and sun to a seed. Doug.E.Barr

June 9, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMila

Dear Doug,
Thank you so much for your writing. I think it would do really well on the i-village site or 50+ sites. I have been reading your writing most of the night and found your poem really helpful at this time. The question of the meaning of life or the last why as you have titled it is a question most of us have asked at some point in our lives. I love how you begin your poem which says so much in the way life is. We begin a career without really knowing where we are going but we ultimatly end up asking the same questions, especially at a time when we see our parents or grandparents entering dementia, or feeling lonely, or losing someone we love. I am sorry that you did not go on to teaching as I believe you would have been an excellent teacher because you were asking yourself those questions. Have you thought of publishing in a magazine? Anyway, I will continue to read more of your writing and good work. It often takes many many years for good writing to be realized.
I also really liked the way you talked about the void and it really helped me to clarify some of my own thoughts. Keep up the great work and all the best to you.
Thanks again. Lynn

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What a lovely inspiring letter in a perfect location. Whether or not three hours is most of your night, it was a great honour to have you spend so much time reading some of what I have written. "I am not sorry that (I) did not go on to teaching…" My sense is if I had chosen a career in teaching it would have prevented me from continuing to learn. When I completed my essay I sent one query letter to one publisher but it wasn't returned. I was discouraged, then distracted and when I decided to try again I discovered the web. Minutes after I set up my website I began to publish without needing third party approval. I gained access to millions more readers than through any form of print media and billions more than in a classroom. If enough people who find my writing "really helpful" click their share buttons at the same time, it will require only seconds for useful "writing to be realized" by readers in the entire wired world. If they then learn from what I have written I suppose teaching will have chosen me. Thank you for writing and your best wishes. Doug.E.Barr

January 9, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLynn

This was an amazing poem!

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Thank you for your enthusiastic assessment. Doug.E.Barr

February 6, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJacquerie

the text seemed to me a malipulation of what is apparent but just better verbilised.

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? Doug.E.Barr

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