Biography of Barry Middleton
I was born in 1946 in a small town at the edge of the Mississippi delta. The town and surrounding countryside would have been great subject matter for Norman Rockwell paintings. Much of that landscape and many of my experiences there are reflected in my poetry. As time progressed I realized I was blessed to have been born in interesting times and in an interesting place.
I was educated in the parochial school system in Mississippi and graduated High School in 1964. I attended Spring Hill College in Mobile Alabama and graduated from Southern Illinois University in Carbondale Illinois with a BS Degree in Psychology in 1969.
After graduation, I worked as a school teacher in the then segregated African American school system in my home town and later as a social worker in Orlando Florida where I worked with all kinds of troubled and abused children.
In 1987 I graduated from Rollins College in Orlando with an MA Degree in Counseling. For the remainder of my career I worked as a Licensed Mental Health Counselor at Venice Hospital, in private practice, and as a group specialist at Sarasota Florida’s public hospital.
But the most important accomplishments of my life have been watching my son grow up and having the opportunity to fulfill a lifelong dream to write and especially to write poetry.
Barry Middleton's Works:
Self Published and available at Amazon.
The Tessellatian Mystery
The Voice in the Wood
The Season Tree
The Next Valley
The Poet’s Favorites
- The Spirit Of Autumn -new-
- Civilization -new-
- The Poetry Of Hope -new-
- The Ritual -new-
- Wildflowers -new-
- Happiness 2 -new-
- Simplicity -new-
- The Darkness -new-
- A Maiden's Eyes -new-
- Beneath The Goldfish Bridge -new-
- Strange Feelings -new-
- Necessary Roses -new-
- Pretense -new-
- Fire Of Ageless Stars -new-
Barry Middleton Poems
Letter To Myself
I wish that I had written you when I was young and strong and wise I knew that I would never die I'd face the world without disguise
both are like the falling leaves a tale that no one ever believes a passing season and a lover
Big psychotic eyes and vicious beak, you convey terror to the lesser species. Feathers askance like a professor's hair,
Things I Did Not Say
there are so many things I did not say I may have hinted once or twice but that is not enough
The Lonely Time
I cherish early morning, the lonely time. To wait and watch the glow,
A Broken Promise
if love is a promise in spring so love may as surely take wing for springtime must end though lovers pretend
Naked As Rain
my sole meek wish was to be naked as the rain to be eloquent as the rose
I save the bits and pieces of the past the trinkets and the faded photographs disheveled like the windblown autumn leaves
Some are made of arrogance, and some are made from steel. Protection is imperative, so all must raise their shield.
I know they retired my favorite word, why I never will know. But I plan an attack
I might, I can, I will, I must that's all I know that I can trust I could, I shall, I guess, I may
A Silent God
if ever he did speak in words for long he has been mute and yet there is a whispered wind
the window moon is bright the muted world is still and there is peace within but night has brought a chill
I lost you on a chilly night in autumn now only in my dreams may you
The first orchid is open now,
an angel with silver wings.
A bird nest fern is still asleep,
and dreams of magical things.
Spring comes but once a year
to freshen the garden again.