Barry Middleton


Barry Middleton Poems

1201. Sugarberry Dream 1/27/2016
1202. We Can't Save Poetry 2/7/2016
1203. The Weight Of Tears 4/5/2016
1204. Prison Of Despair 4/6/2016
1205. Garden Home 4/16/2016
1206. Obama 4/14/2016
1207. Memories Of The Seasons 4/9/2016
1208. Lonely Evening Star 6/27/2017
1209. Hopeless Peace 6/16/2017
1210. Terror's Cloud 6/13/2017
1211. Like Rain 6/20/2017
1212. Someone Else's Book 5/13/2017
1213. Mountain Image 5/21/2017
1214. Trust The Evening Star 5/3/2017
1215. Sages Contend 3/26/2017
1216. I Don't Have A Dog 3/24/2017
1217. Two Roads 3/22/2017
1218. Jook Joint 3/12/2017
1219. Mountain Climbing 2/14/2017
1220. Tomorrow 1/24/2017
1221. Revolution 2 1/29/2017
1222. False Path 12/30/2016
1223. Silent New Year 12/31/2016
1224. Bad Poetry 12/11/2016
1225. I Smell The Rain 12/21/2016
1226. All Must Die 10/23/2016
1227. Stars And Poets 10/29/2016
1228. Autumn Comes 11/11/2016
1229. Too Long Ago 10/16/2016
1230. Street Death 10/17/2016
1231. Beating The Odds 10/18/2016
1232. Lions Birds And Fireflies 9/28/2016
1233. For Just One Kiss 9/4/2016
1234. All In All 8/11/2016
1235. Beyond Our Universe 8/17/2016
1236. I Listen To The Rain 7/1/2016
1237. Sparkle's Toast 6/22/2016
1238. Perfect As Dusk 6/28/2016
1239. A Home We May Embrace 6/6/2016
1240. The Dueling Oaks 7/12/2016
Best Poem of Barry Middleton

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

but as I pen this note to you
I have grown old and tired and weak
but I recall that hopeful youth
it is to you that I must speak

I can but say what I was told
to quietly sit and watch the crowd
and see the good and evil there
and think before I speak aloud

and though I wrote it long ago
I would not take my own advice
and that has put me on this path
with wishing that I had thought twice

I've come to ...

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Pantomime And Song

did you ever hear a pantomime
yes that may seem impossible
but music plays within my mind

saints and sinners gather there
and it may seem improbable
the devil sneers and sits upon a chair

on His throne the God of Love

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