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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Almond Joy
Three times the sun awoke in the east,
Only to lazily sink to its bed in the west,
Before I was free of commanded action;
Required to lay hot rocks down the range.
Freedom was the cushioned couch, in which I lay,
As strip myself of war’s emblem, stained through.
Resting in my mind’s pocket was a hidden gem;
The one joy from this trial of futility and error.
A diamond in the rough, an unexpected surprise,
Was this beautiful creation which stole my dreams.
From a collection of the bland and tasteless collect,
She stole my breath with a soft, natural beauty.
The second I saw her, I knew all was for not.
If I tasted her that moment, my lips on her,
I would have been no better than the rushing fool;
But, oh, was the temptation ever driving!
I knew such a rarity, such a delicacy as her,
Should be held on to and anticipated agonizingly.
For such patience and virtue, coupled with chivalry,
Would bring out the sweetest tastes of her addiction.
How I longed to run my fingers along her sides;
To truly know her every sensual curve,
But a Hopeless Romantic fool, as I was,
Must delay his desire to pay homage to such perfection.
It was from the militant idiocracies, and inept leadership,
That I had such a chance to stumble upon her radiance.
From the banal rations provided, she was heaven sent;
A sweetened treat for the passionately addicted.
As my hopes were at their lowest, she revived every one
And set-afire my still-beating heart with gratitude and compassion.
This sweet Almond Joy, in her gorgeous packaging, was my angel.
Her presence became my saving grace, shining light upon stupidity.
Having placed her safely in my pocket, away from the tainted
Retardation of the illy planned happenstance that gave me her,
She had felt my warmth and compassion and melted, I prayed.
Yet as I lay upon the couch, wanting to un-wrap her entirely,
I hesitated at the start, feeling her cold hardness underneath.
Surely she felt the same for me as I did her eloquence?
Where else could such creamy, coconut skin be blended
With richness of silky brown, lightly highlighted, covering?
Needless to say, this Sailor’s heart was sunken in despair.
Having just barely grazed my lips upon hers, I was captivated.
Yet, I knew that virtue and time could warm her to me.
So, I placed her down to rest and left her quietly.
My dreams, desires and wildest fantasies became hers
To construct, inspire and resurrect at her ever beckoning will.
As I waited for her call for return, my inner demons gnawed
And scratched at my self-confidence, self-image, self-worth.
Could a man like me every really possess such beauty,
Or is it her alluring, seductions that possess me?
I cannot forget her soft presence and seductive ways.
So, I slowly go insane awaiting my Almond Joy’s call.
Robert L. Bixler III
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Amorphous Definition
Soft rolling liquid of salty emotion
Begins its decent from strong eyes.
The weakened soul weeps from creation.
Seemingly virtuous, life falls short in lies.
The heart beats, slow rhythm, dispassionately.
Social graces are troubled in proper ties
That are marred by in-actual disruption.
Definitions, for salty, shapeless liquid, are the cries
That ring from biased observation.
Lungs, burning for air, breathe discriminatorily.
Live with chivalric self-expectation,
Or conform to that, which, evokes sighs,
Of offense, from actions calling for lamentation.
Upon either, one must truly philosophize.
The truths of either can be, discerningly,
Decided without considering byes
Of other perspectives; such a wasteful assumption.
Only hands amply judgmental could rise
To such false faces, an ideological conscription.
This teardropp is defined by spherical shape, degradingly.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: rose poems
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As Thee Will'eth
For the love of thy night creature,
Call’eth, with thy heart, dark romance’s very teacher.
As thee will’eth on thy heavenly plain,
So shall it be in thy hellish refrain.
To bask’eth in divine love
While’st thy bodies fall from above.
For this mortal sin
Will eat ourselves both from within.
Angelic presence should not be tainted
By thy demonic love, so un-sainted.
Pure Spirit of thee hold’st true
To thy darkened fleshly hue.
Still thee summons thy shade
And thyself appears as inferno’s flames fade.
True love, in eye-lock’eth gaze, commence
As we art to be’eth together forever since.
To create love equal to none,
Thee has spurned the very One
In creation of thine passion
That be’eth from no lofted fashion.
For the love of thy night creature,
Call’eth, with thy heart, dark romance’s very teacher.
As thee will’eth on thy heavenly plain,
So shall it be in thy hellish refrain.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: teacher poems, romance poems, passion poems, dark poems, together poems, night poems, heart poems, love poems
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Blind
Secrets said and knowledge bled
All thins add up and nothing makes sense.
Time flies all the while, yet I am still here getting younger.
Looking around me, nothing stays the same
As here I stand, dust piling around me.
The sky is clouded, and I’m dry.
I drink of my fluids, but my throat is parched.
Climb up the ladder to self-decadence.
You are the maladjusted beneficiary of my malice.
Last of a kind yet you were the first born.
Everybody tries to help, but you insist that they do not care.
The one’s who will destroy you; you pull closer in.
And the ones who will save you, you push out.
You know what is right; still you act in wrongs.
No one wants you, or so you swear. Yet, in front of you I stand.
Rejection is all you know; even though I have introduced myself.
When your heart brakes, you think you are strong, yet my shoulder is soaked in tears.
You tell me that you will never find love; but I promised my heart to you.
“Some Day I will find him” you say, and one day you will see me standing, arms open.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: sky poems, heart poems
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