Res's Writing and Poetry

Friday, 7 August 2020

"Blackwing" haiku

The Blackwing Pencil
Lusting for the spoken word
Ready for duty

Copyright © Res Burman 7th August 2020

Sunday, 26 July 2020

Ann's Gardens.

You’d think that she was praying

Down there on her knees

Paying close attention

To everything she sees

Her fingers busy scrabbling

Among the plants and dirt

And she spends so long bowed over

You know her back must hurt!

But you know that it’s all worth it

When you see her gardens bloom

And the flowers shine so brightly

They’d banish any gloom

And all the scents and perfumes

That waft up in the air

You’d think that Ann’s created

A piece of Heaven there!

She has always had a garden

No matter where she goes,

She’s always planting something

And tending Father’s rose.

And when her labour’s over

She loves to go and see

The result of all her endeavours

With an evening G and T.

I think this is how Ann worships

Creating beauty for the eyes

And whatever prayers she mutters

Must surely reach up to the skies

And she blends these lovely perfumes

Without Frankincense or Myrrh

I’m sure the God of all the Gardens

Must be so well pleased with her.

Wednesday, 24 June 2020

"Poppy" haiku

Our English Poppy
Bows and blows to every breeze
Remembrance always

Copyright © Res Burman 24th June 2020

Thursday, 18 June 2020

Liziqi haiga

Friday, 24 April 2020

Coronavirus

I presented my urine sample

At my Doctor’s Surgery.

“You shouldn’t be out at your age!”

Said the receptionist.

“I know,” I said,

“But it’s embarrassing enough

Getting someone to hold the pot

While I pee in it,

Without expecting them to carry it

All the way up here!”