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Poetry, Europe, UK
By David Burt.
I preserve her beautiful countenance
In the recesses of my mind
A fairer, sweeter, kinder face
I know I shall not find.
I jealously guard that flimsy image
With the very being of my life
And draw comfort as I gaze inwardly
At that picture of my wife.

I fight temptation to distort the shrine
That encompasses her dear face
And draw upon our undying love
To safeguard that cherished place.
It's a place I visit frequently
To gaze silently in awe
Reinforcing each and every feature
That is alas, no more.

I'm not talking glamour
Created by cosmetics and a brush
I'm talking natural beauty
As seen in a robin or a thrush
I'm talking of natural beauty
Carried with pride, displayed with style
I'm talking of a radiance
Created with a simple smile.

Can you imagine tenderness
Conveyed in a single glance
Coupled with that special look,
That hinted at romance.
And all of this is so natural
As the sun that shines above,
If you can imagine all these things

Copyright © David Burt 2004

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Europe, UK, Poetry - To One Far Away by David Burt.
May these words of mine reach out to you
And rekindle memories we both shared
May they reflect the consuming thought
Of a love, we long ago declared.
May the spark of my undying passion
Underline these things I have to say,
Oh how I wish you were in my arms
Instead of being far away.

Europe, UK, Poetry - A New Day Dawning by David Burt.
Drink deep the sweet cold mountain air
Feast thine eye upon the new born sun
Watch it rise 'ere its burning glory
Warms the earth for everyone.
Face the tasks that have been allotted
Awake thy bretheren from their sleep
Lead them to those pastures promised

Australasia, Australia, Poetry - Rosedale Chimney Hill
By Maurice Fairfield.
Long ago in a different time
The World seemed bright and shiny new.
My chin still wore downy fuzz,
My eyes saw clearly, straight and true.
Though money was scarce I had my share
Of strengths and skills, and loads to bear
Could never crush inside my heart,
The love of life abiding there.

Asia, Iraq, Poetry - My Beloved Country
By Michelle Dee.
A state of emergency has been announced
just like those years before
Ever since they invaded and started
this bloody war.
Nazim my lover I lost him,
when they blew him up,

Europe, UK, Poetry - AMOR VINCIT O By Carol Coiffait
Over the greasy cobbles of their youth
at night, they sometimes risk it; arm
in arm and slow as spring-time
seeking out the truth, the depth
of friendship in the nearest bars.
But once a week, on pension day
never mind the weather, they lock

Europe, UK, Poetry - Poem For November By Carol Coiffait
In 1914
Austria declared war on Serbia
Germany declared war on Russia
Germany declared war on France
Germany declared war on Belgium
Great Britain and therefore Canada, India,
Australia, New Zealand, South Africa & Newfoundland

Africa, Poetry - Mosi Oa Tunya
by Michelle Dee Clark
Smoke that thunders, masking the coming storm
Young men of Chinoyi disappear
Men and women tortured for telling the truth
Tyrannical regime, that's what they fear
And who, are they?

North America, Poetry - Guantanamo
by Lee Cassanell
The Lord is my Shepherd
And I am his Sheep

He keeps me in Chains
And he watches me sleep


Europe, UK, Poetry - Mermaid By Carol Coiffait
She swam beyond the realms of possibility
Lazed her days away in chilly pride
With such utter equanimity, that the North
Wind blew her back into hot water.
Well, she was her Mother's daughter
In a Pacific, non-specific sort of way
And she craved the lick of an ice-berg

Europe, UK, Poetry - Shingle Street By Carol Coiffait
Of course the waves help
She uses them for lift-off.
Out, past where they break
She waits for the seventh one
See, it's bigger than all the rest.
She leaps astride her boneless horse
And it lifts and flings her beach wards.

Europe, UK, Poetry - SINGING THE SPRING By Carol Coiffait
Be quick, be quick, be quick.
The thrush in May has no time for sorrow.
It sings in the wind on the only tree
left clinging to the ruined cliff.
Hawthorn, briar and furze,
salt-bitten grass, have all let go to slide
beach wards- whole allotments

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