“Glimpses Across The Barricades” #Poetry in progress. ‘In Dreams of A Perfect World’ by Suzanne Burke.

Author and poet Suzanne Burke gifts us with another poetic gem born of her life experiences, blooming in her heart, and emanating from her soul. Please, read on…

Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.

Welcome to ‘Glimpses Across the Barricades’ This poem was included in the epilogue of my book “Faint Echoes of Laughter”.

In A  Perfect World

by

Suzanne Burke

Dreams of aperfect world image

As I lay snugly warm and safe
Within my families womb
My heart begins a slow sad ache
For another child will cry tonight
Another child will die tonight
What was once their home
will become their tomb

Anger tears me as I read
The desperate plead of a child in need
How can we continue to ignore
The deafening cries from every land?
Can the balance be restored or
Are we so desensitized to pain
That we can’t give
Without thought of gain

If I had but one wish to make
Then that wish would surely be
That when my own sweet child has grown,
and if fate so decrees

I’ll hold her own children on my knee
And when I lay them…

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💕 THE HEART’S LULLABY 💕 It’s #BookRelease Day! #RRBC #IARTG

Canadian poet, Natalie Ducey, is celebrating the release of her new poetry collection “The Heart’s Lullaby” – Please, read on, and then join me in that incredibly long line at Amazon to get your copy!

Natalie Ducey

Today, I’m so thrilled to release my second book of poetry, The Heart’s Lullaby.

It is currently available in eBook format via Amazon, Kobo, Indigo/Chapters, Barnes and Noble, and iTunes. The paperback will be available in July. I’m pretty much in a constant state of excitement. My current excitement to nervous ratio is holding steady at 70:30.

This has been such an incredible journey. When I published my first book, The Heart’s Journey Home in 2015, I didn’t have a website, Twitter handle, Facebook page, or Google+ and Pinterest profiles. I entered the world of social media and everything changed. I connected with so many amazingly talented, incredibly supportive authors, that I’m now humbled to call dear friends. Thank you to everyone, old friends and new, for you are a part of this exquisite journey.

To my family, thank you for your love, support, and encouragement as I delve…

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‘Glimpses Across The Barricades’ #Poetry #Memoir “The Tears We Just Can’t Cry.”

Suzanne Burke gifts us with verses born in emotion and steeped in life’s turbulent waters. I am moved. Please, read on…

Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.

Welcome again to my Poetry in Progress. This particular poem was written in the days after the last of the valiant kids I’d lived with on the streets ended his life.  It is one of many poems I’ve written for and about those dear people. All damaged strangers, they took me into their hearts, their home, and their lives.  My journey through life was forever altered by their existence and forever bereft at their loss.

Glimpses Across The Barricades

 The Tears We Just Can’t Cry.

Dedicated with love to all the kids from ‘The Palace’

By

Suzanne Burke

Broken hearted

There are those that never cry them

Those tears that cleanse the soul

For the rivers they create

Will never make them whole.

The anger they hold to them

Like a dark defensive shield

Holds back a tide of tenderness

Only undamaged ones can feel

Dark dreams forever taunt them

Laughing at…

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My man babies – a poem

Robbie Cheadle, author, baker, blogger, mother, and wife has gifted us with a delightful poem about the three men in her life. Please, read on…

Robbie's inspiration

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I have three man babies,

All of whom I adore.

‘Though each day without fail,

I retrieve their undies from the floor.

I wish I too could see,

The tiny legs on their dishes.

To watch them walk to the kitchen,

Is one of my wishes.

The button on the dishwasher,

That automatically unpacks and restacks,

I wish I too could find it,

So I could sit down and relax.

The books, they think, jump up,

Stacking themselves in a neat row.

The day I see that happen,

In Johannesburg it will snow.

Although they never see,

The most obvious of needs,

They’ll help out in force,

If you plant a strategic seed.

by Robbie Cheadle

Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series and Robbie Cheadle is the author of Silly Willy goes to Cape Town (coming soon)

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‘Glimpses Across The Barricades’ Poetry in progress. “And The Music Plays On.”

Suzanne Burke gifts us with another poem reflecting upon music in her life and in ours. Please, read on…

Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.

Thank you for being here, as I share my Glimpses Across The Barricades of life. Poems written long ago, and poems of life yet to be lived.

Glimpses Across The Barricades.

MUSIC OF LIFEAnd the Music Plays on.

By Suzanne Burke.

 

Oh, how those melodies linger,

stroking our souls with soft fingers.

Refrains of the journeys we’ve taken

and the people we’ve known.

 

Lyrics haunting and taunting

Caught on the wind

Oft’ bringing sweet sadness

Of things that our memory will not rescind.

 

Anthems of times of upheaval

When the world lost its way,

Sung by those that stood witness

On far distant shores.

 

Songs of love, and of laughter

Songs calloused with pain

All linger in memory

As we dance in the rain.

 

The last song not yet written

That last post un-played

As we come unbidden

To our safe place in life’s shade.

 

 

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“Glimpses Across the Barricades.” Poetry in progress: “Masks”

Suzanne Burke has brought me to tears once more with these verses that commemorate a beautiful lost soul we met in Suzanne’s books “Empty Chairs” and “Faint Echoes of Laughter”. Please, read on…

Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.

Welcome again to “Glimpses Across the Barricades” my poetry in progress.

Today I share with you a brief glimpse of my dear friend, Jenny. I met her on the streets when she was barely eight-years-old.  I was eleven. She took her own life several years ago. The world is a darker place now that her sweet soul no longer lights it.

Masks for poetry

MASKS

By

Suzanne Burke.

MASKS.

Eight-year-old eyes

Devoid of hope

For the innocence was gone.

 

Eight-year-old ears

That only heard

Violent words, of crushing fear.

 

Eight-year-old soul

That barely whispered

Before it was taken away.

 

Eight-year-old heart

With no joyous beat

A heart that stopped too soon.

 

And the masks that we wear

Cause others despair

As they search to find something long gone.

 

Masks of laughter bent and twisted.

 Faces shielding the dark within.

The weapons we are wielding

Peirce far beneath the…

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“Glimpses Across The Barricades” Poetry in progress. “City Girl.”

If you love good poetry, you’ll love Suzanne Burke’s personal reflection about relocating to a small country town. It is powerful and moving, so please, read on…

Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.

Hello and welcome again to my poetry in progress “Glimpses Across The Barricades”

Today I’m sharing something very recent, my daughter, grandson and I all relocated from high octane Sydney: Australia, to a beautiful and small University Town to the west of our Blue Mountains.

I’m loving this serenity, warmth, and air of human goodness.

I hope my poem reflects that.

Bathurst in autumn 3 the best A Glimpse of Bathurst in the Autumn

City Girl

By

Suzanne Burke.

 

 

The train beat out a rhythmic sound,

 as I journeyed far from familiar ground.

City girl in a whirl

Was what I heard that rhythm say.

 

Unfamiliar visions caught me unawares

As I first looked with my city-eyes

Into that country sky.

Rolling greens waves of willows

As they followed country streams

I was now envisioning something beautiful

Not something from my dreams.

 

Nightfall came in blankets of glitter coated black

When I…

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