Barry Middleton Poems

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 autumn glow is here
with winter coming soon
a last display of color
beneath the harvest moon
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A thing of beauty is a moment's grief;
the kiss of earth is but a fantasy.
For beauty fades and dies without relief,
a perished rose in frail mortality.
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invaders have arrived
they do not hail from outer space

they are invisible
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with hope the spring anticipates
the world was a road to everywhere

I basked in the glow of a sunny day
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