Barry Middleton Poems

there is a rumbling in our land
and horror in the world
and fear
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The terrorist and tyrant dwell,
not very far apart,
and thrive on fear and death and greed,
and evil's darkest art.
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I have nothing to write but the gray sky.
The trees are black with slick rain.
The last blossoms are defeated.
Winter has come.
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In dreams I ride the ghost train,
and I am rocked to sleep.

When the train passes into night,
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How I have often prayed for peace,
and I have prayed for lasting love,
but all I heard was hate and war,
no answers from the stars above.
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to seek within the self
to rectify iniquity
is the path to wisdom
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I know I was a lively child,
you do not need to hear,
for you can see it in my smile,
yet that could disappear.
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I think I was just ten or twelve,
and more like ten I'd say.
The past is always hard to delve;
some memories drift away.
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there is a story I was told
of shadow lands and mystery
of lead transmuted into gold
a misty realm of alchemy
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Age and illness devour all;
they take away the passion;
they take away the music,
the songs of yesterday.
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