Best Verandah Poems

I see
The white painted pieces of the verandah
Scratched away by a harsh relentless wind.
It leaves behind bilged browns;

Rusted remnants 
Of chairs,
Of walls.

The cement rips,
Falling below

To...

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A dusk, a glazed verandah, it's just rained,
a smell of lilac, earthworms and wet earth,
an awkward silence - the confusion chained
my tongue: “What if she’ll...

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 Quieter than usual I stand alone in my verandah
looking over a lamp-lit street-bench.

Across the ocean      a plane lands...

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The orchestral chorus of waking birds fill the air
In augmentation of dawns awakening flare.
Sunrise paints the sky with colored wonder, golds, 
Vibrant red and hues...

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I have seen them stand outside my door,
pleading mother to help stage their show,
on our verandah with stony floor,
tattered clothes, hungry child, wife on tow!
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Curl of smoky streaks
Joss stick messages;
Heaven bound

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Temple visit
Feast day moments;
Talk to the dead

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Bright Hill Temple
Where rites bring peace;
Family gathering

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Temple verandah,
Spacious prayer courtyard;
Surreal this heaven

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Closed eyes...

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Dad Revisited

RIP 1924-2015


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more ...

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Saturated with fish fry smells, Bar-B-Cue smoke,
rodeo dust and sounds of deep water blues,
with teasing frothing lace spread on the shore,
Gulf Coast birth breeze blew...

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The heavy odor of lavender polish softly opened the door
Peeling paint  family holiday  house timber-slated chairs
Orange-flower water the  tick-tock of the grandfather...

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Sandalwood Fan

On the verandah of the Moana Hotel
Not too many years ago
Under the great banyan beside the
beach at Waikiki

They would bring a fragrant sandalwood fan
to...

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Milton Brown

1822 – 1917

I knew C. W. Harvey.
Knew him and liked him.
I lived on the first floor of his Greenleaf Hotel
By Bailey Street.
Lived and thrived...

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Dad Revisited- Once More


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more...

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We lived in our ancestral bungalow
                   ...

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GRANDPA'S WRINKLES
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I sat beside my grandpa in the verandah,
And watched him gazing in the sky.
Suddenly he smiled and I noticed 
His wrinkles too smiled with...

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If nowadays we have become so wise
And are proud achievers
Who have explored the world from our cradle;
If these days men would hear with their eyes
And...

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