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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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Playing with Fire
“Be careful when you play with fire” they say,
But if you never open yourself enough to burn;
Then you will never feel that encompassing day.
If you never get singed, you can never learn
How that perfect fire feels, the warmth that surrounds.
Building walls to surround and enclose only suffocates.
Digging deep fire pits only turns the ground uneven.
By attempting to avoid the burns completely, one abates
The realization, the perfect moment that could have been.
Without barriers and an open mind, the possibility abounds.
I spent a year digging the pit and laying the sand,
Building the enclosures for that perfect bonfire.
I found the sweetest hickory and maple logs on hand,
Lining them with vanilla and sage kindling, an air of desire.
All I lacked was that perfect reason to the let the fire resound.
After freezing in failed attempts and frigid nights alone,
I finally found that perfect reason to set the kindle a’ light.
Immediately the kindle sparked to life, the desire quickly a’ tone.
The chemistry between the cold air, desiring kindle and beautiful sight
Set the quickening, wild pace; the blazing fire completely unbound.
I stood a’ gasped as the flames encircled and consumed with passion.
I could feel the warmth to my core and the longing for connection.
Never for a second did my thoughts wander to the future, so ashen.
The fire simply singed me softly and warmed with loving affection
As immediately my walls were burnt, my heart thawed, my fire found.
After another amazing night, I ventured out into the world
Only to return to have found the fire overcome itself with passion.
I could still feel the last residual, addictive heat from all that unfurled.
I began to wonder if I could have sustained the fire, maybe on a ration.
But alas, I had done all to my best; I enjoyed it all this time around.
For the first time, I could gladly say it was completely worth the burn.
The chance to feel alive and to feel the fire blazing in me
Was the greatest gift that my fire, my friend, could ever return.
Though I would have kept the fire ablazed, a shared jubilee,
I shall enjoy the time, the passion, the flame with zealous renown.
“Be careful when you play with fire, ” they say.
As the sand I had laid as barriers turned from cold, coarse
Resolve into radiant, fragile, beautiful glass heart stay,
I argue that one should play with fire without remorse.
Even in the ashes, after the worst burn, a single ember remains.
Robert L. Bixler III
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Childhood Lore
When the darkness reigns cold,
And one’s sensations give to none,
It is the warmth of love’s hold
That pervades when the heart is done.
When the child’s breathe first comes,
It is filled with maternal fragrance.
Bundled in warming touch that numbs
Of future struggles in hap dance.
In youthful eyes, golden rise of sun
Empowers the child with strong heart;
As he believes that love has won
Before reality’s sting can start.
It is at first flight from the nest
That the yearling learns the truth:
Love’s grasp does not come arrest.
One must zealously fight, hand and tooth.
Still encompassing emotion
Seems afar at life’s summit.
When one’s every notion
Falls in universal plummet.
Solitary trek on soft beach,
As the sun sets beyond the shore,
Reminds of exhausted reach
Of agéd arms for childhood lore.
As the bright light fades from day,
The stars speak of stellar reason.
The waning breath is left to say
The truth learned in life’s lesson.
When the darkness reigns cold,
And one’s sensations give to none,
It is the warmth of love’s hold
That pervades when the heart is done.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: beach poems, childhood poems, truth poems, child poems, future poems, dance poems, sun poems, heart poems, light poems, love poems, life poems, children poems, believe poems, rose poems, star poems
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Eye to Eye
Quietly she reads
As my heart loudly pounds
Straight posture, her presence cedes
An eloquence that is beyond my slouching bounds.
Diligently reading, and literary captured,
As I, with my foot on my book, observe
A soft beauty, that with a polite air, has raptured
My heart, and begraced my pen, for such I will never deserve.
Silently with the scent of perfumed air,
And a slight pinch of luscious lips,
Her passionate determinism is more than I can bare.
Subtle tease, her face hidden, as past her face her hair slips.
In sensuous contemplation does her finger turn
From thoughtful chin to provocative lip.
To replace such a delicate finger, do my lips yearn
But will not, in knowing the consequences of such a slip.
In graceful affirmation of my attention,
She tousles waves of brown hair
And smiles pleasantly, a sign of my detection.
Disheartedly, I smile as tension fills the air.
I open my mouth, and my tongue stalls.
She laughs, nervously, and then her eyes lie.
Looking deep into my soul as I fall
Deep into her's, eye to eye.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: hair poems, smile poems, beauty poems, heart poems
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