Res John Burman Poems

A parcel returned.
‘Addressee Not Known! ’
I phoned to check
But the address was right.
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Ah, the wind, the wind is dying,
As it puts the storm to bed,
In the sky the clouds are flying
As they chase each other o’erhead.
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Little Church nestling
Beside the River Camel
Sweet morning birdsong
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Donkey in the kitchen
With her hungry face on
Rattling the lid of the bread bin
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'Bamboo'

When darkness settles
And the wind forgets to blow
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Confucius he say: -
“Given a few more years
Of life to finish my study
Of the Book of Changes,
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Little Church nestling
Beside the River Camel
Sweet morning birdsong
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Drifting through this hell of green,
Trying to remain unseen,
Youngsters really, many a teen,
In a Jungle War e’re their manhood’s seen.
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Picture This.

Knock on the door
Postman
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(Written in answer to 'The Librarian requests your attention.' by Mlle Omnisciente.)

Ah. To Samarkand with Flecker, or Cathay with old Marco,
Or Round the Horn with good Zeng He, so many years ago.
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