Barry Middleton Poems

I have come to a fork in the road
each path is a mystery
on the right is a green woodland
a reminder of my childhood home
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if silence could speak
then you would know

a mute and clumsy pause
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night creeps through the trees
like an army stalking darkness

creatures of daylight vanish
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Who was it that passed me on the street today?
I was preoccupied and did not notice.
They were a blur and a shadow disappearing.
I turned but could not recognize a familiar walk.
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I stand here in the moonlight
and it is well past midnight
no one around and not a sound
to share this mystic sight
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Having chosen a plebeian life,
I missed the muttering alleyways.
I heard it all from insane poets
tucked away in the cannibal asylum,
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the images have never died
I live within a daydream still
I have resisted all advice
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the last magnolia blossom waits to drop
it is a relic of the spring
but it is unaware
it cannot feel its petals gently fall
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as love may come and go like spring
like luck or fortune's furtive grace
so every heart must guard itself
and thus reserve a secret place
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she hides in shadows of midnight
and often steps into my dreams
she is always there
she has so many names
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