Res John Burman Poems

Sometimes when the light's just right
And the shadows look like water
I think I see her in the night
That Fenian's lovely daughter.
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My old sarong's faded
But my Viet Cong pyjamas
Are still going strong
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Tribal voices call
Uniting all the People
The beat of the drum
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It is morning and
I have had no sleep... yet still
The sparrows chatter
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I see your pale face at the small cottage window
Your sad eyes always looking far over the sea
Searching the skyline for the fishing boats coming
But there'll be no more homecomings for you and for me.
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I love wood
I love the touch
And the smell of it
I love the textures
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Evening sun shines
Sideways through the trees ~ bird song
Calling all to rest
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Midwinter solstice
There is ice upon the ground
But the Jackdaw waits
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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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You're schlepping down to Portobello
When Portobello was THE scene
And you're young enough to cut it
And too old to be too green
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