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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Write Her Off
Another name to add to the list,
And yet one more time to get the gist.
Never mind this agonizing cough
That hides my tear as another girl is written off.
You see this book that’s in my hand
Is where my rejections finally land.
Each girl that I have held so very true,
Has her number here, her lasting hue.
There is one of my early childhood,
The one for which this book was pulled.
Blonde hair and blue eyes with deep stare,
I still remember her soft, silky hair.
But summer was too long,
And distance too strong,
For our young love to last.
With the pen, write it to the past..
Then came the next, over there.
She was the one of light air,
One of which I foolishly fail
For temporal exterior’s hale.
She never knew who I was then,
A common happening of men.
She found love as I learned
To be the one who never yearned.
Another name to add to the list,
And yet one more time to get the gist.
Never mind this agonizing cough
That hides my tear as another girl is written off.
Soon came festering friends,
I would love each before our ends.
Dark hair Raveness with athletic build
Before surfing soul mate my heart yield.
Falling deep for one of them
And not hearing friendship’s requiem.
Distance allows for realization
Of the heart’s true dissipation.
You see this book that’s in my hand
Is where my rejections finally land.
Each girl that I have held so very true,
Has her number here, her lasting hue.
Another name to add to the list,
And yet one more time to get the gist.
Never mind this agonizing cough
That hides my tear as another girl is written off.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: girl poems, hair poems, childhood poems, summer poems, remember poems, time poems, dark poems, heart poems, light poems, love poems, friend poems
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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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