Barry Middleton Poems

I know I can't hide
from shadows inside
they follow wherever I go
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at last I know my work is almost done
and still there is another hill to climb
but I will not defeat the setting sun
before I hear a distant church bell chime
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nothing is heard above a cruel wind
it drifts in from the north

its whisper turns to a howl
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dying poetry is hard to write
a ghost leans over the keyboard
my words are empty as blank paper
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the kiss of rain recalls a time
the world was green and new
and magic lived in every breeze
where time and seasons flew
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no more norms
White House storms.
down the road a lynch mob forms.
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the woods are dark and magical
the meadows damp with dew
but still the hills cry emptiness
beneath the awesome blue
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a picture of the lonely moon
appears to fill my window view
so high above it surely knows
the secrets that I wish I knew
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every clock is spinning fast
the time machine moves on
seasons race from spring to fall
another year has gone
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a ghost is moving through the trees
it only stalks at night
before the dawn it finds its prey
and none escapes its might
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