Res John Burman Poems

Old man like me, I need my rest,
Three, maybe four hours at best,
But that puts my head just right,
Sleeping on the Black Breast of Night.
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You said,
'You must be nine! '
In your fond,
Mock chiding, voice.
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Come My Darling. Hold me tight,
Kiss me now and through the night,
To love so well will break no law,
So kiss me now then kiss me more.
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You are like a zephyr
A will-o-the wisp
The gentle brush of an Angels wing
I felt one footstep in my life
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You have woken my soul from it's lonely sleep,
You yearn me and churn me and make my heart leap.
The thought of your love just fills me with flame,
I go weak as a babe at the sound of your name.
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Ah Papaver Somniferum,
The fumes of long gone dreams,
A pipe or two, and dreams of you,
Are never what it seems!
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You did not tempt me,
With that apple,
'Twas not you.
Led me astray.
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I know my place in time and space
My position in the human race

I've a good idea where I am going
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Poor Tommy Atkins
In trouble
Running round the square
“Double! ”
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My Lady often teases me, about her wild hair style
Something she often likens, to a hill of chamomile.
But I always tell her, she can tease and tease and tease
But she is right up there, with cows and dogs and trees.
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