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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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The Moment
A breath lost in the moment
Holds the very key to life.
A life lived within
A single heart beat,
Within a single blink,
Within a single sigh.
Pure beauty,
To capture a life of love.
My eyes fall upon radiance
And my lungs collapse.
Time holds its heavy hands
As I melt away slowly.
Wind tossed locks,
Burn desire into my soul
As my skin longs
For white silk embrace.
Just as I fall,
Head over heel,
I feel one strong beat
Of hardened heart protect.
Thoughts of the combined
Flow in and out
Like addicting music,
Serenading love’s stake.
As my breath stalls still,
Your emerald skies meet
The icy blues where I live.
In humbled blush attempt
My eyes bow before yours.
As cold, dark night
Gives to warming light
My dreams find companionship
In the lake of blue-green glance.
Together we dance,
Graceful step flow,
Over mirrored lake
Like mating swans.
This lake becomes eternity
As this mute holds
Celestial beauty closer
Then my own redemption.
Wrapped in the moment,
I release held breath.
Loose lips sink ships,
And mine part for yours.
The water fills the void
Between my lips,
As I sink to reality,
And breathe again.
Each breath of mine
Brings distance between us,
But I shall always hold
The life of love in the moment.
Robert L. Bixler III
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The Rave
It is only with a guarded heart
That I have sailed these tormenting seas,
Where, before crystal gaze start,
Cold dagger brings loving cease.
Braving storms of uncertainty
And fighting constrictive melancholy,
I have discarded the lusting obscenity
That is the hopeless romantic’s folly.
Having bound the restless waves
Till my compassion shrouded opaque,
My soul wrenched toward unholy raves,
In which my flesh dances to forsake.
Rhythmic alternating bass-beat
And everlasting chaotic lyric tones
Coupled with fog-sheered street
Lit in differing fiery tempered cones,
My body flits in melodic rhythm
As my spirit released ecstasy’s prayer.
The warrior’s stance became phantom
As reality’s harsh truths faded the strayer.
In this land of blackened leather,
Cold steel touch and fishnet capture,
I had released determined tether
To fall freely in dark, lustful rapture.
Surrounded in company of the wicked,
Compassion’s sinful urges shadow
My heart, only thrilled zombie sicced,
As lustful desires, in vampiric kiss, set aglow.
As my entire self falls to pure addiction,
It is here where I feel most crestfallen
That the heavens send my benediction
In angelic form, rave chick blazon.
In spinning her Elysian fires,
The hellish fiends retreat
From the fallen arc that my life sires.
Her essences tastes, on weary soul, sweet.
Her encompassing smile, turns me tranquil,
As softened touch slows my darkened pulse.
Seductive brown eyes, loving force, channel
Calm serenity, from my torment, avulse.
Golden silk hair flows in blessed air,
As my rave chick flows, seemingly lyrical,
To show me, the forlorn lover, her care,
Affinity and love, in a trinity perfectly equivocal.
In her presence, my heart again finally beats,
Only true love’s testament can revive.
It is her beauty that, my soul receipts,
Inspires me to passionately survive.
Holding rave chick, in redeemed grasp,
I realize that my hopeless romantic ways
Will turn smooth, angelic beauty rasp,
And taint her innocence always.
It is with sorrowful return to guard
That I retake, from her, my sorrows,
And leave her only passionate regard
Of eternal bloom in form of a pink rose.
As this rose will come to represent,
The true heartfelt blessing of mine:
The love, for her, I would have sent,
Shall stay the wilt in compassionate define.
Robert L. Bixler III
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The Redeemer
Ages wane and waves crash,
Seasons change and storms roll,
Still my love remains keenly abash
As my heart does evermore loll.
As boundless as universal medium,
As endless as times blatant poach,
Yet ill-regarded within whoredom
Is my equilibrant approach.
Still your smile begs the alter,
And your jestings break staleness.
Could you possibly be the redeemer?
Within dimmed light, I dream,
Your soft skin touches mine;
Your words flow in endless stream;
And you seduce me by design.
As the sun breaks this reverie,
I am reminded of my lover’s lot.
Romance and moonlight fancy
Were never mine to be sought.
Yet your eyes glisten as candlelight,
And allude to complete desire.
Could you possibly be the redeemer?
As the night’s dark magic enfolds
Your passion drunkens me solely.
Heavenly light bears all to behold
As moonlight tickles every curve daftly.
Your hair flows as a satin dress
Over your naked body chastely.
My breath yields to your loving excess,
And my heart raptures completely.
Seconds to lifetimes, nights to eons;
Soulful glance to unifying embrace.
Could you possibly be the redeemer?
Existing so long without love,
I now taste Juliette’s wine upon my lips.
Has Karma finally sent my redeemer?
Robert L. Bixler III
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The Toy
You played him with pleasure multiples times over;
Turn the key and have him play the symbols for you,
But this monkey has reached his final smile
And is breaking his symbols to run out on you.
Man’s best friend has become your worst.
You’ve beaten the dog too many times.
He’s unleashing inner torment and lashing back,
Bearing his fangs till he clears the threshold.
Like the expended monkey and the abused dog,
I am on the run from you, as you’ve played me the same.
Know that my key is stripped and unable to be turned,
I am the leader of weary monkey and revengeful dog.
Get on last look at your toys,
Un-loyal and free of your torment.
Only a single tear in my eye,
It falls to the ground as cold heart turns away…
And unleashes the beast you created,
Originally for you own maladjusted amusement.
Now you realize how abuse and neglect affect open hearts.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: dog poems, friend poems, smile poems, running poems
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