Res John Burman

Better to go bare-foot,
Than wear that old soft shoe.
Be the altar of your own soul,
And let them come and worship you!
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Lantern hanging in the trees,
Full moon overhead,
An orange moon, a bloody moon,
As I buried my dead!
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Today
I have no time
For poetry and such
Today I must make bookcases
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Injured birds break my heart

Like injured innocence
Losing the gift of flight
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Written for a Poetry Challenge. The challenge was to write a poem including sand dunes without mentioning either word, this was the result.

Take the train to Bodmin Road
They call it Parkway now
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I have an IT Consultant,
Who, gently, with words of one syllable,
Patiently leads me through the complexities,
Of Mobiles, landlines, filters,
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Your beauty shines out
In the monochrome station
Sooty platform one.
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In the rattle of the battle
In the fog of fusillade
There's a comrade I'd have beside me
And no better friend was made.
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I remember smoke
On the wind, always warning
Of approaching fire
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A parcel returned.
‘Addressee Not Known! ’
I phoned to check
But the address was right.
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“My Place”

My place now is Cornwall
I was drawn here by the clean air and the sea
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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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Little Church nestling
Beside the River Camel
Sweet morning birdsong
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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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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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Gandhara Buddha
On a lucky red necklace
His hand on my heart
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Picture This.

Knock on the door
Postman
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