Barry Middleton Poems

behind me is a darkened path
ahead a mystery
the sun upon the garden walk
is all that I can see
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I knew a man who had too many friends,
small use they were but so he did pretend,
and drink with them at night like men who sense
that life should yield much more than its pretense.
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Loneliness
is the cost
of frail protection.
A hermit's way
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no longer rich was the man
who told me yesterday
that had I not known riches
I would not understand
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I like my bachelor pad
my favorite colors
tan and blue
political incorrectness
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fall, lover falling
you are a soft leaving
like the gentle, unnoticed slipping
of lover leaves from autumn branches
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a greening meadow waits
and breathless yearns
for us to come to her
and rest in her touch
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the children play
in the aftermath of summer

heat and dust are memories
...

she shot an arrow to my heart
and I was underneath her spell

my courage gone along with will
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The end of love is like a knife
that pierces every soul.

And yet I know that some in life
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