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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Love
A thousand grains of sand
In time I’ll understand
The way I also sacrifice
Myself to be so nice
I listen to the waves crash
On me, girls never mash
I watch an orange flare
I’m left with my despair
By myself on a beach
With another girl out of reach
My heart bleeds to the moon
Someday, maybe one day, soon
I’ll find myself with another
My heart will beat with the other
We will lay in the sand
Our presence will be the demand
As the moon chases the sun
I mimic in my earthly run
The sun sets, the moon’s alone
Solitary in the sky, loneliness known
The beloved light reflected away
“Go man” is all I could say
As I gave my light away
Maybe another, another day
By myself on a beach
With another girl out of reach
My heart bleeds to the moon
Someday, maybe one day, soon
I’ll find myself with another
My heart will beat with the other
We will lay on the sand
Our presence will be the demand
Moon sets, black night sets in
My nightly demon’s torments begin
I sit on soft beach sand
Waiting for the day I’ll understand
By myself on a beach
With another girl out of reach
My heart bleeds to the moon
Someday, maybe one day, soon
I’ll find myself with another
My heart will beat with the other
We will lay in the sand
Our presence will be the demand
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: beach poems, girl poems, moon poems, despair poems, sun poems, light poems, alone poems, heart poems, sky poems, night poems, time poems, running poems
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Fortress of Solitude
There is dissention in my ranks
Someone’s robbed my emotional banks
Left me all for broke
Such a great joke.
Whenever I’m free
My demons always find me,
Lonely bullets of kryptonite.
Whenever she comes into sight….
I suffer from…
Habitual digression of social participation
Waves of suicidal depression, my true confessions.
Like Superman I’ll fly away
Hide in my fortress today.
Here in my fortress of solitude
My reclusive views find rectitude.
Seems I’ve fallen symptom
To a lifelong state of lonesome.
Eroticism could never exist,
I’m the superman girls resist.
Her kryptonic lust attack
Throws me, full-force, back.
Every time that she is around
My fetus-coiled self is bound
To run and hide, transform Clark,
Superman’s flown to his ark.
It’s just a case of…
Habitual digression of social participation,
Waves of suicidal depressions, my true confessions.
Like Superman I’ll fly away,
Hide in my fortress today.
Here in my fortress of solitude
My reclusive views find rectitude.
Seems I’ve fallen symptom
To a life long state of lonesome.
Within myself I’m so secure
Anti-intimacy shields to reassure
That I’m the only one near;
Isolation in my own fear.
Is this? ?
Could it be? ?
It’s just another case of…
Habitual digression of social participation,
Waves of suicidal depressions, my true confessions.
Like Superman I’ll fly away,
Hide in my fortress today.
Here in my fortress of solitude
My reclusive views find rectitude.
Seems I’ve fallen symptom
To a life long state of lonesome.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: solitude poems, isolation poems, depression poems, today poems, lust poems, lonely poems, fear poems, life poems, girl poems, running poems
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A Rose
My seed has been sown
This life is now my own
To grow, love and die
Like the rose reaching for the sky.
Just as the rose blossoms red,
To show its heart for what lies ahead,
So shall I place my heart on my sleeve
For you to see before you leave.
As the rose needs the sun
To give its radiant color a reason
For invoking the most arduous lovers
Into the wonders of love, such endeavors.
So do I need your presence
To solidify my very essence.
For without the sun,
The rose will grow for none.
Its beauty fades and withers away
On such a sad, cold winter's day.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: rose poems, winter poems, sad poems, sun poems, beauty poems, red poems, sky poems, heart poems, love poems
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Age of Jester
Trapped in Newtonian logic,
I was lost in a sea of rationale.
Blinded in encompassing physique,
Entranced in jesting femme fatale.
With unbending scientific step,
I test the solid state standard
As she tests my misstep,
Hopeless romanticism surrendered.
In technical jargonic babble,
I explain away my ability to love.
With a soft smile, seductive dabble,
She breaks the analytic latex glove.
Steady hands, lab proficient,
Align the reasoned pieces’ fold.
With luscious lip moment
Dreamt, my hands shake cold.
Her soft alluring eyes gravitate
My every thought closer to the infinite.
Lost in her eyes, I can fully relate
With iron’s attraction to the magnet.
As I derived Jester’s true intention,
I had no desire to break orbit,
To leave my satellite position
And forfeit my illy flawed gambit.
Drawn to an engulfing black whole,
Like light itself, I was incapable of escaping her.
Aware of the destination of this wormhole,
I would, again, live in the Age of Jester.
Robert L. Bixler III
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