Long Verandah Poems

Headlights messaged through midnight windows 
Curtainless glass unable to subdue the urgency 
Car obtained in street nearby was theirs temporarily
Three hour drive to ship leaving island next morning

Two sixteen year old girls barely registered surprise...

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One day in early summer Murphy the Irishman came to town,
He rode upon a matted mule , his face was burnt and brown,
The corks that hung from his bushman's hat persuaded flies to keep away,
But...

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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  day with great fervour.

Dad was waiting for me in...

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HERO

“As a boy you’ll go away to that far off distant war
 And you’ll come back a man
 Of which my son I’m so proud.”
 
So off to this war I went
To a place that...

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We lived in our ancestral bungalow
                            Three generations...

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The Welcome Swallow
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
Every year just before the onset of Spring
The Welcome Swallow visits our farm
We have endured the harshness of Winter
And the Swallow a welcome site for sure

For the Swallow hails warming weather
Brings...

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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  day with great fervour.

Dad was waiting for me in the...

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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 down onto the runway
where my wind- swept words would not...

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something stirred in this place, long, long ago
  presence lingering
  half-hidden haven on the crowding hillside
  enchanted enclave
  Iberian portal still open to a time confused
  dreams drifting on through

...

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Sage Saga Of A Home On A Hill 

Having drank from the sun at meridian,
The moon drunk with the light 
Of reflection, always dissipated dreaded darkness
Seeking to veil the Hill—Raised bump
Of nature’s glowing face; 
This...

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Sage Saga Of A Home On A Hill 

Having drank from the sun at meridian,
The moon drunk with the light 
Of reflection, always dissipated dreaded darkness
Seeking to veil the Hill—Raised bump
Of nature’s glowing face; 
This...

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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 men would speak by their actions
And would prefer to reason...

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it has been written
in one of the books of nikki…
if you look into a mirror
you’ll see a beautiful creature
looking back at you…


it is assumed
that in the reality
of nature there are both
beauty and ugliness
and that both
are...

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Sitting on my verandah enjoying the evening. Before I realize it so man couples start passing by. Some people I know, others that I wonder from what egg they hatched. But for the ones I...

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RESPECT YOUR FREEDOM

I glance through my verandah window,
Birds flying over my head freely.
I imagined myself floating like them,
In pain complicated, reminiscence shown deeply.

The afternoon breeze breeds an aroma,
Like fresh cologne of summer ivies.
Unlike bad odors...

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I was gazing at the vast grey sky this evening
Slowly and heavily dark clouds were floating 
As they were about to shed their tears weeping
My red watery eyes blinking
Suddenly saw you, through the clouds peeping
So...

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Appearance

It was just another day.
The heat was as thick as
the cloud of dust my car
kicked up on the long dirt road
to my friend’s house,
an oasis of order in the
central Florida jungle
along the Peace River.
We sat...

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APPEARANCE

It was just another day.
The heat was as thick as
the cloud of dust my car
kicked up on the long dirt road
to my friend’s house,
an oasis of order in the
central Florida jungle
along the Peace River.
We sat...

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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!
 
dusty robes speak of miles he walked,
two woven baskets on...

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That day was forever.
It was finally time,
For us to move out.
We found old card-boards
From our neighborhood
Chose the best ,
Carefully laid our stuff .

Our old home stood ,
At the center of the town,
Where we grew up;
With...

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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 winds 
in sails to Caribbean Sea, Blue Mountain
berries, banana walk...

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The blue coloured walls
with a roof and a floor ,
i call it a home .

A large peepal tree 
covers it and provides shade,
a nest on tree does not let its beauty fade.

A small  verandah...

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WHEN LOVE RAINS SUPREME…

There they sat on their raised verandah,
looking out and up at the celestial canvas
nature had painted.  Puffed up

Puffed up peacock-like nimbus clouds
slowly strutted across the skies; and
in a chameleon like fashion,...

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This is the road that leads to my father's home
It is old and dusty with bullock-carts creaking,
Carrying the  heavy weight of the freshly cut sugar-cane
To the mills nearby for our sugar laden tables,
Piled in...

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Santa Claus is coming.
This isn’t a luck situation.
He knows things, like if you’re sleeping.
Which is kind of creepy if you think about it.
I suppose I’m an open book.
It’s an implacable reality.

oops, better rhyme something.. let’s...

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