Barry Middleton Poems

a turn of cards
an old man's hands
to frame a prayer
in memory's eyes
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the limerick is never that easy
it's tone must be light and quite breezy
and it must be exact
so if you've got the knack
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I wake with the first glow of dawn
in my cabin in the forest

the windows open wide in good weather
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They are gone, families grieve,
the nation grieves the outrage.
The night is hushed as we recall
children laughing and dreaming.
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the panther scans the swamp
black tipped ears listen
to the hiss of distant traffic
now familiar as a sibilant wind
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we can't save poetry
time consumes it all

time consumes the earth
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A grave in the old graveyard,
it was said belonged to a witch.
A sinister chain was the safeguard,
from the curse if it ever unhitched.
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The ancient gods bequeath to me
the woodlands of infinity.

A garden fills my last desire,
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there once was a guy named Obama
who was definitely not into drama
conservatives hate him
and also berate him
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I wish to die in day old love
like leaving work on a good Friday,
in a good week, in a good year.
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