Barry Middleton Poems

The girl in blue upon the sand
intrigues me like this southern land.
She always smiles as if to say
that I could speak but words betray.
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Did witches meet a summer night
for rhythmic chants and easy rest
and were they at their very best
envisioning the sight?
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the tide is restless turning in its sleep
the rippled moon sits on the horizon
and in the eerie light
the dawn is not awake
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another year, another chance
another dance with circumstance

perhaps a kiss, perhaps a glance
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There is too much sorrow in this world,
too much for lamenting poets to describe,
too much to chronicle with weak words.
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The smell of old folks houses
makes me believe
that men are made of dust.
When I was young we used to go
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On the edge of a cliff,
on the edge of a night,
a dark little cabin
is edged by my light.
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I searched for you in every crowd
and in the silent darkened places

in cities of the empty soul
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a breeze that stirs the pine
will bring its seed to earth

the passion of the spring
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The sweetness of your lips
and kisses I remember,
were lost to early snow
the last day of September.
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