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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Zealous Touch
When does Love’s zealous touch
Delicately graze softened heart?
Is it only in a moment’s clutch
As the dew glistens in a gold start?
Is it the instance when sweet perfumes
Tickle the nose in wavy-aired bath?
Intoxicating aroma, sensation hold, looms
A second over a lifetime in memory’s epitaph.
Does it come with beauty’s smile?
Sparkling pearls bordered by luscious rubies,
Never could Solomon afford while
Beauty, before Benevolence, lies before knees.
Or maybe it is the rose’s silky glide
Across eager, anticipating skin?
Blood red petals on cream skin hide
One’s desire for coupled thorny sin.
Yet maybe when honey-glazed kiss
Lies upon quivering, warm lips?
Aphrodite’s nectar, in drunken bliss,
Invokes inner-fires in heart-beaten nips.
Still there is calling in the Siren’s song.
Could it be her addicting melody
That brings Love’s encompassing hold, along
With soft moans and inaudible words, to be?
All summed together, mystery still holds
Love’s gravity more true than exposit;
Too complex for Newton’s modulus molds
And still more simple than a child’s requisite.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: beauty poems, memory poems, kiss poems, together poems, rose poems, child poems, smile poems, song poems, red poems, heart poems, love poems, children poems
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Zoomy Zoomy
(background: Watching some Air Force ROTC Cadets at college.... Made this for my fellow shipmates to laugh at)
The zoomy sound is all around.
Counted cadence steps, two become four.
The sound of officers of blue hail abound
As the business execs' desire more.
Air Power! ! Air Power! !
They triumphantly yell
As from class to class they scower
And learn the trick that trade and sell.
Still zoomies must have respect,
In that crazy zoomy way.
No matter what size desk you fly, heck,
An officer is an officer at the end of the day.
Robert L. Bixler III
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