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Poems
by Bradford Middleton

 

 

 

A Dog Barks As The Evening Struggles

 

With the weekend winding down

Slowly with a hint of folky Neil

Young & the great old blues of

Robert, the Devil, Johnson the

Dog downstairs starts to bark &

My mind begs for his owner to

Just do something as the weekend

Turned into one like them olden

Days & right now I crave my

Pit whilst I can only dream of

Sleep!

 

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

 

One Piece At A Time

 

This morning

Something odd came to my mind,

Something like an edit job on life

I thought as I re-arranged my room

Just so I could sit here tonight &

Write those immortal words I thought

I’d lost at the last resort…

‘I sit here & stare from my window’

But, alas, tonight I do not stare

Out to sea just at the back of some

Posh mews house with the sea out

There somewhere, not too far away,

But, right now, the only water I can

See is the blessed rain which’ll no

Doubt leave our August evening beach

As empty as a cold, cold night in

January & that is never a bad thing!

 

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

 

Always Be Honest

 

Sometimes, when I read a poem I’ve just written, I

Look back at it and ask myself how did I get to

That ending & I think & what I usually come to realise

Is damn it, that’s the way it happened & that is what

The people need to know even if it doesn’t cast me

In that good a light because this writing is all about

The honesty in our lives & relaying it to the page.

 

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

 

Life Is Fine So Leave Me Please

 

As I drop off the face of this Brighton poetry

Life I find I now have time to just sit & write

& just sit here & read & it feels so damn

Great I ask ‘why would I ever want to go

Out there again?’

 

Out there where nothing excites & where

I’m often more interested in getting drunk

Than hearing some poetry & so I say to you

‘life is fine so leave me please’ as right now

This beautiful isolation has bought a

Glorious torrent of words.

 

 

a line, (a blue one)

 

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