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Best Poems From
ROBERT L. BIXLER III
(February 14,1985)
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Unseen
When the shards of empty glass
Are collected and disposed;
So shall the empty, hollow mass
That was my excelling life supposed.
Jagged edged and blood stained,
These shards unholy are remanents
Of the truth that unseen remained;
My life was unworthy of any sacraments.
Useless glass-form holding life’s energy
With thickened sides to withstand slights,
Forgotten coloring and lacking synergy
Of another to serve compliment under lights.
From my hands this vase falls
To explode in shattered shard form.
Sadistic smile and sinful calls
Allude eternity as I watch destructive norm.
To end my lofty burden of heart beat,
I long for the blasted glass requiem.
When jagged, damned blade meet
Loathed skin and blood, carpe diem.
Robert L. Bixler III
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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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A Rose
My seed has been sown
This life is now my own
To grow, love and die
Like the rose reaching for the sky.
Just as the rose blossoms red,
To show its heart for what lies ahead,
So shall I place my heart on my sleeve
For you to see before you leave.
As the rose needs the sun
To give its radiant color a reason
For invoking the most arduous lovers
Into the wonders of love, such endeavors.
So do I need your presence
To solidify my very essence.
For without the sun,
The rose will grow for none.
Its beauty fades and withers away
On such a sad, cold winter's day.
Robert L. Bixler III
Read more: rose poems, winter poems, sad poems, sun poems, beauty poems, red poems, sky poems, heart poems, love poems
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Age of Jester
Trapped in Newtonian logic,
I was lost in a sea of rationale.
Blinded in encompassing physique,
Entranced in jesting femme fatale.
With unbending scientific step,
I test the solid state standard
As she tests my misstep,
Hopeless romanticism surrendered.
In technical jargonic babble,
I explain away my ability to love.
With a soft smile, seductive dabble,
She breaks the analytic latex glove.
Steady hands, lab proficient,
Align the reasoned pieces’ fold.
With luscious lip moment
Dreamt, my hands shake cold.
Her soft alluring eyes gravitate
My every thought closer to the infinite.
Lost in her eyes, I can fully relate
With iron’s attraction to the magnet.
As I derived Jester’s true intention,
I had no desire to break orbit,
To leave my satellite position
And forfeit my illy flawed gambit.
Drawn to an engulfing black whole,
Like light itself, I was incapable of escaping her.
Aware of the destination of this wormhole,
I would, again, live in the Age of Jester.
Robert L. Bixler III
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