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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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One Man of Gentry
Question of life and love divine
Are bitter-sweet questions of mine.
To need and desire intensely still,
Though separate divide prevents all ill,
As they burn me inside, from heart to skin.
Should I give all of myself for such a sin?
To take in the burden of lost chivalry
So that the world may have one man of gentry.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: lost poems, world poems, heart poems, life poems, love poems
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Passionate Flower
Flaming petal of lust,
Sweet smell of romance,
This passionate flower of trust
Radiates more with each glance.
The seed was in your eye.
Nurturing fed inferno,
Lively this flower blooms by
The strength your soul does show.
Blazoned in eternity,
This burn shall be
Forever a heartfelt part of me,
Sparked by the beauty I see.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: romance poems, flower poems, lust poems, trust poems, strength poems, beauty poems
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Ramblings
Delight in the sight of the perfect fight
End the trend only to find a friend.
Handle any scandal with a burning candle
Quite the night that she showed you the light.
Mime the time you lost that dime
Feel the pin without sin.
Tender the fender and mend the sender
For we all score when the core transcends the war.
Quiet the riot without making her say it.
Take those words that make you shake
Heave no words you would rather leave than receive.
Speak words to strengthen the weak and multiply the meek
Tie your lies to your own thighs
Be free to love, charge a fee to those who hate thee.
Turn away from the scorn before it starts to burn.
Restrain from all pain, just dance in the rain.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: dance poems, hate poems, war poems, rain poems, friend poems, lost poems, pain poems, light poems, night poems, time poems
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Relapsing
In sleepy-eyed lay,
I dreamt of your beauty still.
The first since the day,
With teary eye, my heart I did seal
So my wearied soul could heal.
Even with times widening step,
Your visage remained perfect.
My heart burned emotional debt
As my soul turned complete subject
To you, and I became relapsed addict.
Your hazel eyes froze my breath
And your smile singed my eyes.
Dreaming of you, I beckon death.
For with a thousand sorrowful byes
I would be living a thousand lies.
Without you, I am void
Yet I must remain distant.
This fact, my dream employed.
Though I yearned without constraint,
My place was held restraint.
Your hand slid in mine
As my lips parted willingly,
But never will they combine.
For loving you amply
Requires that I love meekly.
Robert L. Bixler III
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