Barry Middleton Poems

no two sunsets are alike
this one is steel and pink
until it fades into darkness
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I love the light of afternoon
the gold before the sun must set

the shadows reach out to the east
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the poet never knew his story
he wrote but would revise
he made his plan and forged ahead
but plans are but a guise
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the night speaks with two voices
one says darkness is despair
the other welcomes dreams and rest
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at the curious intersection
of tyranny and anarchy
two strangers meet
they are two but also one
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The day you realize,
that you must take the fall,
and give up on your dreams,
is the saddest day of all.
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the past will often coax a smile
and yet I also cry
for long lost friends and destiny
and all the times gone by
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I think that it will storm tonight
a change of season comes
I hear a rumble to the north
where rain gods beat their drums
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You cannot trap it in a box;
it's not a thing you tightly grip.
It's in the breeze of summertime,
as rain is falling drop by drip.
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Forgetting so many facts,
but remembering the feelings,
is it a blessing or a curse?
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