Performance Art

Give her a chance

and she’ll break it

into shards of glass

she’ll sheepishly gather

and offer back to you

with exhausted pleas
to reconstruct to spec

before her next performance

© April 24, 2012 Barbara Moore
Guerilla Pamphlets Volume 21

On the Beach at Dawn

Lying next to you

Your hip at my hip

Our eyes look up

Colors burst untamed

Nature’s pyrotechnics

Morning’s nasturtiums

Our mouths fall open

My fingers find your fingers

We laugh and swallow flame

© August 28, 2009 Barbara Moore
The Weekenders Magazine Issue 6

Perspective

“No one’s dying here," she tells me

and I am caught up short

counting little daily deaths --

those we shove in drawers,

kick under beds,

throw over balconies

at passersby.

Love is bloodied,

in critical condition

soon to be pronounced.

Laughter bubbles rise

from light's collapse.

Last folding chair

at your birthday party.

“No one’s dying here.”

©  April 16, 2012 Barbara Moore
Fearless Magazine

Act II

We were scratching

at places that

no longer itched

Habits went down

in the last round

hard, and vita-

min E could do

only so much

for the scarring

Trust was dimming

when lightning struck

our second act

awake, alive

electric, like

Frankenstein’s child

more flexible,

fire-proof, god-

like this time

© 2012 Barbara Moore
The Weekenders Magazine Issue 3

Penny

Penny always knew

her own worth

so she kept

turning up

like any

Penny would

bad, good

shiny, scuffed

determined

to draw interest

© 2011 Barbara Moore

Red Fez Issue 37 

After

Short leashes just kept getting shorter,

necks no longer bearing brunt of pull

Orbed severed bowling ball heads tumbled

over unkempt heels of unlaced shoes

© 2011 Barbara Moore
take-it-to-the-streets poetry volume 3

Celebration

Let us make unmitigated joy unto the noise

rising up with offerings from our lungs

cranking the music louder than lions

playing unfettered beneath egyptian

stars and moonbeams bright with bits of

powdered particles of  pyramids

showering down on sphinx’s hint of smile

holy as any mona lisa’s laugh

© 2010  Barbara Moore

Vending Machine: Poetry for Change Anthology 2010