Long Sunburn Poems

11 o'clock at night. Everyone is 
In bed. Molly was in the adjoining 
Room with the seven and 
Desharah. Damian was awake
 and Planning. Dominant 
Damian was deeply devious 
in his domain. In bed with...

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Many of my favorite poems
How About This for Veterans Day

A monthly Monday morning military meeting
Would be great for them as way of greeting
Talking about things happening another day
Of past successes and prices they had to...

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How About This for Veterans Day

A monthly Monday morning military meeting
Would be great for them as way of greeting
Talking about things happening another day
Of past successes and prices they had to pay.

Enlisted Term of Service...

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1)The Awakening 

I know when fantasies became boundless,
it was the first time I sat on the pier;
Bellowing aqua swells rolled in endless
the ocean’s melody hung in my ear; 

Suddenly the size of a grain of...

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I’ve sorted spuds at Cora Lynn, picked asparagus at Vervale, 
Cherries in the Dandenong’s, beans on the Thompson close to Sale,
I’ve picked apples out at Labertouche and made a tidy quid,
But I’ve never picked an...

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at first she did not want to attend the party

          was not in the bright mood for heavenly guise

       ...

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A Life Well Lived
     by Robert J (Bob) Moore  (©2015)
The old man sat at the window, staring into space
people could only wonder, at the smile upon his face
but they had...

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“This circus is falling…”

It’s circa 1997; I’m in Charlotte, NC
It’s a 13-week consulting gig, my longest ever
I come home every few weeks
Long days at the customer site
A hostile environment;
    they don’t really...

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What stirs around me is evasive and true 
A light appears over me glowing and spinning
I get a calm feeling when and ever it's due
People have seen it, gasping and pointing
They say "what was that,...

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Part 3

Long story short, 
Let's cut to the chase. 
To where the end of the day, 
Marked the end of the race. 
And as the sun set, 
Who did they all see? 
Cresting the hill,...

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September is aging with a cool beauty
and the Missouri seems to be hurrying the expedition
into a world of natural splendor that is impatient to strip our spirit to it's bare light,
in my silent moments of...

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Little Santa Helpers

Santa has outsourced his services to child labourers from Bangladesh they
                      ...

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After my boat capsized
out in the ocean,
had a lucky rubber raft,
which I stayed afloat on,
where it seemed like days,
I was lost at sea,
with nothing but the vast sky,
and the endless waves and sea,
had my emergency...

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Do you ever wonder why old people cry?
reasons unknown to you and I 
here are some thoughts that come to mind
there are many more I'm sure you will find.

A well loved son killed in the...

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The Team.   

Here we are in Gayndah town, 
The parks are all filled up. 
With Caravans and Motor homes,
‘N’ Backpackers trying their luck.

The pickers are around the trees,
And filling Gaypak bins.
As cold and...

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Daytime,sunshine...crystal clear
burning through clear blue atmosphere
Tanning laserays of light
Ignite solar candled lantern aisles by night

Silent meadows and sheep grazed pastures bare
Summer's yield matching colors grown in pairs
Travelers' eyes steal glimpses of the ancient surreal
Clever celestial...

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Walking along the ocean shore
Kicking up the golden sand
I feel the warmth of the rising sun
On the back of my freckled hand  
 
The willet and the sandpiper
Dash into the approaching waves
As the sand...

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Rubbing boys shoulders with sunburn oil. The sun smiles at the pain, the brush of fingers against raw flesh. But like a war wound, those boys be proud. Offer them a salve and they scoff,...

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A single tear-drop trickles from her eyes…
as she looks for answers from the skies,
in the twinkling of an eye her baby girl dies,
without a chance to say goodbye.
A cry of pain, a wail of plea…
gave...

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Rain wind snow cold, 
My life’s first memories of,
How cold England can be,
With freezing hands and toes too,
Muffled up to keep the blustery winds out,
Woolly socks, boots, coats, hats, scarfs, and gloves,
Bitterness, gale force winds...

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Spring resume summers day with many choices,
In the reunion of all seasons the nectar entwined,
Sunshine to scream out excitement in our voices,
Find outside no place to hide chimes of our mind.
 
Dare we stray towards...

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Jump Start  (( collaboration *  SUSAN BURCH ))


by~ Poet D:

How did it come to this?
You and me down memory bliss..

Some where in between losing my self ..
I misplaced the dust remover off my...

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I want to write a poem about starting the weekend right
Lol
Okay first of all you got to sleep in
That is a must
You would not feel like 
you have a weekend if 
you don’t at least...

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On the slopes of the lush hill
the drowsy magnolias seep
the warm drops of the dew;
they don't expect any rain
for another distant season...
where no hungry lizards creep!

Many of us seek places of harmony,
longing for notes that...

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Modest swimsuits, bathing boxes
 White-blue flesh ice cold
Scratchy towels, sandy sandwiches
 Pots of tea being sold
Foxford blankets, picnic baskets – 
A donkey ride on the strand
Flowery summer frocks, mischief brimming 
 A practical joke being...

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