Barry Middleton Poems

one should speak up to hate
it filters through the air
like toxic gas or fear
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Mississippi in August was dusty hot
we took our lunch beneath an oak
the prisoners and I
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which is greater
power or glory, wealth or truth
wisdom or love
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Life can be confusing,
head goes spinning ‘round,
sure could use some friendship,
good times can't be found.
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When I saw the black water swamps,
I could believe there were dinosaurs.
Cypress as old as time and lightning
were hidden from the woodsman's saw.
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They say that Florida
has no change of seasons,
but mid September,
in a good year,
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again we lower the flag
this time
to honor the fallen
in Nice
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I am weary of the tropics
yet I will never leave her

I am weary of the endless heat
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the heat has arrived
the first tropical storm
eastern waters are restless
the hot blue sky is seamless
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all the seekers show up here
scanning for inspiration
and finding only dawn and dusk
they sink in self-indulgent ego
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