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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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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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Dancing in the Rain
As the thunder rolls in rhythmic claps,
Her sweet memory rides on cool wind.
My siren calls for heartfelt relapse,
As the nearing of isobars send
Me further into my darkened past,
Illuminating scars with a momentary blast.
Like the arid desert flower, my mind opens,
To the soft, moist touch of the night’s storm.
My knees give, the world slowly dampens.
In emotionally charged air, a visage takes form,
Stops my heart, and seals beauty in motion.
This soaking moment becomes love’s potion.
As the wind twirls, her perfume spins
Round my head and charges my stance.
My body shivers, in all lusting sins,
With the wind toward this lost romance.
Raised from my respited hap chance,
This storm is beloved last dance.
The thunder steadies somber beat,
As I hold her in torrid, classical frame,
And waltz in stumble-step loving fete.
My mouth opens, but my words lame.
Memory recalls her softened skin
As I pull her, yet ever more, in.
Her embrace chills my very core,
As my eyes tear unapologetic.
Soaking clothes hug the contour,
Disguising desired flesh heretic.
As was with Venus and Aries,
This storm only temporarily tarries.
Rain to lips tastes of Bordeaux,
As we live in texture kiss.
The thunder’s deafening crescendo
Culminates this longing reminisce.
With the last clap of heavenly thunder
Her visage slowly fades, as we sunder.
The diminishing rain strips with despair,
As gravity summons my head to earth.
My soul wanders with you elsewhere
On the winds awaiting love’s birth.
My death secured, with last thunderclap
I awaken, remembrance of pains unwrap.
The echoes of your last five words,
Waken me from sweat-soaked sheet.
In one breathe, split my innards
Upon forked, motionlessly discrete.
Your words burn still evermore:
I don’t love you anymore.
Robert L. Bixler III
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Fortress of Solitude
There is dissention in my ranks
Someone’s robbed my emotional banks
Left me all for broke
Such a great joke.
Whenever I’m free
My demons always find me,
Lonely bullets of kryptonite.
Whenever she comes into sight….
I suffer from…
Habitual digression of social participation
Waves of suicidal depression, my true confessions.
Like Superman I’ll fly away
Hide in my fortress today.
Here in my fortress of solitude
My reclusive views find rectitude.
Seems I’ve fallen symptom
To a lifelong state of lonesome.
Eroticism could never exist,
I’m the superman girls resist.
Her kryptonic lust attack
Throws me, full-force, back.
Every time that she is around
My fetus-coiled self is bound
To run and hide, transform Clark,
Superman’s flown to his ark.
It’s just a case of…
Habitual digression of social participation,
Waves of suicidal depressions, my true confessions.
Like Superman I’ll fly away,
Hide in my fortress today.
Here in my fortress of solitude
My reclusive views find rectitude.
Seems I’ve fallen symptom
To a life long state of lonesome.
Within myself I’m so secure
Anti-intimacy shields to reassure
That I’m the only one near;
Isolation in my own fear.
Is this? ?
Could it be? ?
It’s just another case of…
Habitual digression of social participation,
Waves of suicidal depressions, my true confessions.
Like Superman I’ll fly away,
Hide in my fortress today.
Here in my fortress of solitude
My reclusive views find rectitude.
Seems I’ve fallen symptom
To a life long state of lonesome.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: solitude poems, isolation poems, depression poems, today poems, lust poems, lonely poems, fear poems, life poems, girl poems, running poems
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Heart's Stocker
Turning the corner I see you,
Hanging with the guys I see you,
On the television I see you,
And even in my dreams I see you.
Driving in my car I hear you,
Walking under the stars at midnight I hear you,
Listening to the radio I hear you,
And even in an empty room I hear you.
Why can’t I get you out of my mind?
What is it that keeps you in my head?
Everyday I swear that just ahead of me is you,
When I look over my shoulder I see you,
At a friend’s house, sitting next to me is you,
And two-hundred miles from home I swear I see you.
You are the only person that I think aobut,
You are the only one that I h ear,
You are the only one that I hear,
You are the only one who is always with me,
You are the only one who I cannot have.
(Written when I was 16,4 years ago. It's just one of a couple up here to see my progression over the years)
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: television poems, car poems, house poems, friend poems, home poems, heart poems, star poems, dream poems
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