Barry Middleton Poems

the morning star is shining in the east
and still I grieve the rising sun
for night is almost done
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I run across them each and every day:
a man who knows his sun is fading soon,
a guileless child who lingers long at play,
a vagabond beneath the rising moon.
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Evil is done by oneself alone;
by oneself is one defiled.
Buddha
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the rhythmic beat
of the ticking clock
keeps me awake and seems to mock
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he roars to show his might
and never sleeps they say
a predator by night
a predator by day
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If I could peel away the sky,
what might I see?

An angel resting in the clouds,
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There are many ways to play the game.
Some say the score is finite.
I gain a point; you lose one.
They claim the world is a zero sum game.
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they say we get one chance at life
but I am not so sure
we know the body truly dies
but might the soul endure
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I know the meaning of the poet's words,
in solitude to hear the song of birds
within a misted glen and feel the wind
arising in the place where streams begin.
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the oak that counts the years is bare
the winter wind has stripped its leaves
and so it is for every soul
for time is but a band of thieves
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