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Short Sunbaked Poems

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Haiku 8
lubed flesh marinates
ocean spray greases white flesh
sunbaked bodies steam...

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Categories: sunbaked, nature
Form: Haiku



Premium Member Progress of Pilgrims
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Progress of Pilgrims
David J Walker

Poverties refugees 
In portions of wealth 
for the making
Sunbaked promises 
	Cotton spun gold
Such are the 
stories told 
For the taking 

In the slim shadows of
Mills that turn wind 
into water 
soil into fodder for
		cattle

forgotten graves 
mark the progress of
Pilgrims on a
Caliche highway to heaven...

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Categories: sunbaked, allegory, life,
Form: Rhyme
Sunbaked Sidewalk
It was there 
        within a crack
of a sunbaked  sidewalk
--a beaten trampled upon path
that i placed my brittle soul
within a gritty soiled ground.

Passerby, your foot so close
to the fractured light --
i see your sole but lost my own

soul.

Is the reason why i choose 
that the thumb of rule is to be
that i watch the walkers 
           -->leaving me.

:: 1-13-2016 ::...

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Categories: sunbaked, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Etosha Gold
The lion speaks to
The sunbaked wry winds
Toast the savana
Wildebeest trample
Urging with bellows
Mousebirds, Drongos
Sweltering wings
Nervously sit
In Baobabs
Snickering
Hyena
Jesting to
Laughter’s
Uproar
Wild
...

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Categories: sunbaked, africa, nature, together, truth, universe,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
First Letters
Out of the wind,
the brown carpet is marked
prosaic like petals swept away
My snowdrops weltering in the winter 
not even dead heading
can help their blind eye stalks 

I feel like a pebble
roughened at the edges
and Im gifting no one
Mother nature has unearthed me
My eyes remain shut
I finger past the muddy morass
I feel blazed over
from the cityscape of lingering dreams

Not even the recurring home
joyous and warm
feels my pockets
I am a sunbaked bun...

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Categories: sunbaked, allegory,
Form: Free verse



The Burn
Stalks crackle,
cars thread the slow-burn.
Straw, insect legs and fumes
get into the lungs of trucks,
make them talk backwards
like the devil on Sundays.

Bygone and by-passed farmers
leave their tractors,
run across the highway
into abandoned barns.

Eventually the fire eats itself -
hay wisps
float away into forgetfulness.

No one burns corn stubble now,
but the smoke can be seen
moving beneath the sunbaked sod
where ghosts still sullenly
fork-over long-blackened reeks....

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Categories: sunbaked, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Book: Shattered Sighs