Long Sunburnt Poems

I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

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I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

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An Excelente Balade of Charitie (“An Excellent Ballad of Charity”)
by Thomas Chatterton, age 17
modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch

As wroten bie the goode Prieste
Thomas Rowley 1464

In Virgynë the swelt'ring sun grew keen,
Then hot upon the meadows...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone, brick and muck.
Main waterway, depending on era
town or sailor beck,...

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We all went down to the beach today; it was hot as hot can be.  
The carpark was full, Dad got cross and my sister wanted a wee. 

The picnic basket handles broke, our...

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1. Remember to take all of your prescribed medication. Don't ever skip a day because you never know when you might snap.
2. Cancel all your plans. Anxiety is a jealous lover. She is best friends...

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Sunburnt Country

I love a sunburnt Aussie bloke, with great big, muscled arms,
His rugged well-built shoulders, and face with all its charms.
I love his thongs and singlet too, and stubby shorts you see,
His beer gut proudly...

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Can someone turn the taps off
Or is it leaking from above
I feel that we will float away
If it rains another day
It’s slowly driving me insane
I’m sick to death of rain ~ rain ~ rain

The sirens...

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The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows
White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows
Moving sluggishly towards the horizon
Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep...

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WHO AM I?

A match ignites a light into my life
My long sleep is troubled.
Where is my breakfast?
I am hungry!
As I stretch my limbs,
I notice that a spread is set out for me.
I am ravenous.
I timidly...

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Written: September 08, 2023
Sunsets Poetry Contest                   Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
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In September golden day, so glorious and...

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RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade Le Chant Royal 6

(NOTE: This French “ballade” is being composed on permutations of the number ONE repeated twice, I.e., 11. Eleven syllables to the line in iamb or...

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many people refuse to simply believe or understand 
that we're all descendents from Africa, the Motherland
for anyone to have lived at all in that tropical clime
their skin color would have darken over a period of...

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Part 2 of 2

..............to naughties, 90s, 80s, rap and dance, circumnavigate the globe, my circumstance, 


improving, make my girl smile like that girl in the Louvre, n, 


spread her wings like that northern angel, our...

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Wondering memories of wild adolescence,
Flash before me like a mental Rolodex
Reverberating daze, 
Time cannot take away.
A fifteen–year–old,
Broken neck calypso.
Gazing through the jungle-o window
Unequipped to fathom what was about to happen.

I saw the moon in your...

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Autumn day's goldenrays seap through heaven's gentle blues
                    Shading, tangled leaves fire colors,autumn's unfallen few
It's flowered...

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MANY

many undertook,
many renounced their pasts,
and many came unwilling,
and many more baulked
at the prospects
of what we would consider,
an undertaking of great proportions, 
to a journey;
to this far off place,
this complete unknown.
where some came willing,
where some came...

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Blue sky eastward kisses a glistening green sea,
Golden sand stretches endlessly on before me.
Cry’s of gulls and sounds of waves gently rolling,
Promise a day filled with people slowly strolling.
Up and down that golden strand they...

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Based on a character from Stephen King's The stand

Like an alien that is lost in an angry land
Sunburnt and scorched in the savage soul sand
I see for miles and miles
Feasting on fear, misfortune and misery
You...

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On my two year anniversary 
a new verse too read
canny words set free
doctor said you need

Apples nutritious 
And grapes with pips in
Cables that trip us
And drapes for peeping

At sights kept hidden
Affairs and lovers
Secret keeping
Shared with...

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You cry? You have been offended?

They do not want to be friends with you?

Do not cry, my little girl!

They are silly, and sometime

They will understand their mistakes.

Years will pass.

One day you will look in a...

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Do you see that tree up on the hill empty of friends as far as the eye can see?
No green bushy trees surround it just buckwheat and bugs
Do you think it’s lonely or just happy...

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I’m the man who lives in your cupboard
And nobody knows I’m there
So when you glasses are missing
Or somebody’s been in your chair
Or the milk’s not in the fridge
Or the lid’s left off the jar
Or your...

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The last of summer’s scorching days wilt by
Watching bush fires mushroom languidly into jet streams
Whilst the vast coastal plain laments at apathetic clouds
Trees hang limply on lifeless limbs
Forcing leaves in search of their shade
 
Beaches...

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Ooey, gooey, give me choc-o-lot!
If I must, I'll take it liquid hot,
But "wicked" like they fix it in Madrid,
Thick as porridge, satin sunburnt sweet.
(Not like here: sugar,milk and cocoa, mix and heat). 
Give me some...

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