Long Bradbury Poems

 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec...

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Burn
by Michael R. Burch

for Trump

Sunbathe,
ozone baby,
till your parched skin cracks
in the white-hot flash
of radiation.

Incantation
from your pale parched lips
shall not avail;
you made this hell.
Now burn.

Keywords/Tags: burn, earth, environment, fire, future, nature, natural, planet,  climate, pollution,...

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I have known:
   of wise detectives catching crooks
   of "Thought Police" revising books
   a shipwrecked family named Robinson
   of lion, witch, and wardrobe magic
   Heathcliff's...

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I stood on the bridge looking at the river below.
A strange-looking man came up to me and said “hello,
“Do you know where I’ll be able to find a job here?’
That is what the strange man...

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Here are four survivors of a rocket that had crashed.
For a great distance, they had walked through rain that had splashed
so long, and so hard, that everything was turning white.
The downpour continued steadily through day...

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Here, beyond the realm of air
          I've given what this job remands
              ...

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He said, “I’ve tried everything; acid, sandpaper, knife;
I hate these things.  I will have them for my entire life.”
You can predict the future by looking at these things.
At night, each of these pictures practically...

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I must here expound of ( the Bradbury pound ) so bear with
Me 'soupers' and even share this around..How treasury notes, can any Nation re-deem, its a ladder to exit your
Countrys debt;  (thats obscene!)...

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Once, many years ago,
When I was a schoolgirl, a student,
I, similar to many, was afraid of war with the USA. 
peals of thunder frightened me,
They were similar to the roar of guns.
I cried from fear...

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That's all science fiction was ever about.
   Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different.
RAY BRADBURY, "No News, or, What Killed the Dog?"

NOT MY BRAND

like being caught with a pack
where authority...

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had Julian been even a sparkle in his 
mom’s eyes
when Ray put the pen to Fahrenheit 451,
one might have witness the light being 
passed
straight from one hand to the next---
from Zamyatin to 
Huxley & from...

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The neighbors gazed at the sky with the nighttime stars.
There is plenty to see while they’re living on Mars.
Since the planet is dry with a thin atmosphere,
so much can be seen because the sky is...

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Someone decided to give me some advice on the art of writing the other day. He told me that I should only write about things I know. But I’ve lived an uneventful life. I found...

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                  ……Chicken Salad and Dandeloins……

             ...

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1O. Shut your trap to avoid any flap
9. Do not be overly fraught by "conventional thought" (dinosaurism)
8. Know how to deal with Soylent Green People 
7. Stuff your ideas and different views-tip toe on the...

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Murky water left to drink
floating particles of death
Erie presence leaves discontent
As something wicked floats in it.
The bone chilling chilly wind doth blow
off Lake Erie with flurry snow.

Late at night off cold dark shores
Shadows of a...

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I hear that woman crying in her room each night.
Why is she doing that?  It gives me a fright.
Her husband calms her down to silence.
What they do each night does not make sense.
This is...

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Tales of Tomorrow, Alfred Hitchcock Presents                             ...

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Green Town, Ohio 
where memories congregate, 
granddads as time machines, 
grandmas... magicians. 

Two children leaping 
in Superman sneakers 
as if they are flying, 
and smelling the fresh cut grass. 

Sparklers and firecrackers 
sizzle for dominance,...

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Nobody could take us on a vicarious journey
like the late science fiction writer Ray Bradbury.
He would place his readers into another time and space.
Words flowed onto the pages with style and grace.

Ray would send us...

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Green Town, Ohio 
where memories congregate, 
granddads as time machines, 
grandmas... magicians. 

Two of them leaping 
in Superman sneakers 
as if they are flying, 
smelling the fresh cut grass. 

Sparklers and firecrackers 
sizzle for dominance,...

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Sometimes, I wake up from Sweet Death’s dull sleep,
And find, I’ve not been living as I could,
My friends tell me they tire of seeing me weep…
I feel like I’m a boy, not flesh, but wood…
My...

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Walkers gather throughout the year
In Keswick, Ambleside and Grasmere
They come to walk the fells
No matter the weather wet or clear

They travel from near and far
To follow the maps of Mr Wainwright
Who walked these same fells...

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She was certainly the most beautiful woman I would ever see.
Not appearing to age at all, the young lady's name was Nefertiti.
As my guide, Nef gently took me by the hand.
I saw a beautiful town...

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They met a demise so inglorious.
The culpable agent was the Varicella virus.
We were the vectors.  It was none other than us.
Chalk up another deed of man that will be infamous.
The virus spread like wisps...

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