Res John Burman Poems

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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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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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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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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“My Place”

My place now is Cornwall
I was drawn here by the clean air and the sea
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