Best Huts Poems

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Out in the middle of a large farmland, I become a girl of old charm and unexpected songs again. Past the flanks where cluttered rows...

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Paradise Psalms

Island drums midst strewn drafts, echoes,
Involved labyrinths summon by themes,
Some rhapsody erupts, purging rocks,
Every village, swelling amid chants,
Empty huts, crowds around fires,
Swayed hips, held...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the...

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Jungle by night

In the far jungle
The big bear of darkness lay
Crouched all night on leafy ground.

It glared through eyes of
Oil lamps of far away huts.
When...

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War is such an awful thing, 
insanity can sometimes bring, 
like my cousin the zippo man, 
who burnt the huts the squealing and,
 came home...

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JAFFNA MY JAFFNA
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All I could see from where I am now,
Jaffna my birth place,
Core of my heart.
So I took my thoughts six decades back,
And saw...

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Brutes, in name of God, to show their might,
fixed laws, that you’d succumb like measly sheep.
Womankind, kind woman, rise and fight.

Innocents of war with smiles...

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Quench the sun with a clinging mist
And adorn the land with amethyst;
The grape already touched with frost
Finds clustered fruit will soon be lost.
The wind catches...

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The Sowing


Upon the wind feasted hillside
The jagged edges of used rocks swell
With the fatless skin of babes and wenches 
Below a field of blood, no...

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In your mind you conclude that
'this one is a dried bone'.
And you look at me as if am alone, 
But i have got back bone...

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Endlos und überwachsend, der Urwald,
immergrün,
über dem dunklen Wasser,
Krokodile  im Abendlicht,
tauchen auf 
und verschwinden am Ufer.

Nebel,
der wie ein zartes Gespinst über dem Wasser liegt,
nährt das...

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From sagging huts up in the hills, 
We watched the tourists flash their bills. 
They piled our harvest on their plates, 
While soup and scraps...

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(I still admire Shakespearean classic English as it sounded more poetic so I wrote this in that way)

O' man thou erecteth palaces, castles and courts
while...

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