Barry Middleton Poems

I am far from home,
far from belief in magic,
from belief in tomorrow.
Foolhardy wishes are vanished.
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Love went out like satin night
unnoticed in narcotic dreams.
Love left me doped like a black star,
like a pillow made of stone.
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Death is patient waiting
for this old man
who wanders in the park.
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The creek in the wood
behind my childhood home
was rich with the entertainment
of questioning.
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I steel myself in the tropics
to hide from a patch of snow
that lingers in my memory
no matter where I go
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now even the dog has gone by the door
that I left ajar as I have before

I heard it slam the wind blew a gust
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mountains are hard to climb
challenges hard to meet

but from the mountain top
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I passed this way
I could not stay
but I'll be back
again some day
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the poet held no malice
he was what he was
and he lifted his chalice
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down a green valley where spring waters flow
across the broad swamp where few ever go

I wandered till sundown in search of the truth
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