Bounder Poems - Poems about Bounder

...Sunday cockcrow nascent aural essays reveal laissez-faire raptures. Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by trenchant trademark tremulous signature. Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident bras......Read the rest...

...Once upon a time a gymnast teacher told a girl, and all her classmates, to gather round to spot the student currently bouncing on the trampoline. They circled to volunteer a ring of imp......Read the rest...

...The Bounder be now in his reign Tho' he be of feather'd brain Half the people sing his praise The other half - his hide doth flay......Read the rest...

...There once was a blind British bloke Whose nose-in-the-air was a joke He set out to plunder But found that Down Under A bounder most likely will croak......Read the rest...

...One day I delivered a poem one that seemed to be premature so I swaddled her up and set her aside to grow 'til I felt reassured How she yowled and howled for attention... how she cried so pit......Read the rest...

...#The Cloud That Never Cleared Once beautiful hues of Blue fell through, never to be renewed. Replaced with Charcoal Mist Gray... No Transparency, No Glimpse of Breakthrough, Just a Permanent S......Read the rest...

...Ere Cousin Freddie departed this Earth The guys placed bets on what his chances were worth: The odds that his soul Could avoid what’s below; (Of all of his kin, he’d then be the first!) ......Read the rest...

...A little piece I wrote for Flips Funeral There is an interlude to the beginning But the present has now passed As I record this passage Of a hero to the last So I beat a hasty path On my ......Read the rest...

...Now as the years passed by everyone became so tired the heaps of things scattered around became too much to bear some benevolence was certainly grand but this was too much the two felt unable to unde......Read the rest...

...© Ben Burton Feb 5, 2014 I view beauty with desire But am seen through abstract eyes Which begats a mystery For I don't try to be that kind The shattered pieces in my wake As tea leaves wither in t......Read the rest...

..."come fluttering words, come drifting words to me...." A Rambling Poet Upon slippered feet she gently walks, through laurel maze and courtyard lawns. T......Read the rest...

...Hunted by Don Johnson Brisbane-Australia On a bitter cold and moonless night, there came a gentle knock at the door. Only half heard Joe did stir from sleep, alight, to meet a stra......Read the rest...

...Daylight draws to a close as puple shadows dance along mountain tops. Arms intertwined, we walk the dark path home, y......Read the rest...