Best Bourn Poems
To my terra of roots
my allegiance I vow
I wallow in your fruits
and to your flag I bow.
Dream not till wake of dawn
beaming sun light I wait
burst of glee of no bourn
the feels of the soul, sate.
Awe chills into my spine
as your Hymn in pride sung
for Home in peace I pine
and love never be swung.
How could my pen, you turn
in a fine rhyming word
as my quill longs to learn
inking with grace and verve.
Traveling along these celestial corridores
Through the spectrum, called life ~
Brought forth by a birth....
Bourn, for this very purpose in time?
A revelation revealed, by the hands of imperatives, "Faith!"
These reverent realities, of a humbled soul ~
Manifest amid a myriad of moments....
Symbolic twinklings, of love laced stardust
Glitter from above, sprinkled before my eyes
This, amid glories impeccable Kingdom!
A binding cup now poured upon my sight
From within the throne of, "Everlastings Light" ~
Turning such truths towards this vision, I cry
For I am caught betwixt, the flesh and the spirit....
Knowing that everyday, I must face this evil, or so it seems
As Paul the Apostle once did upon the streets of Rome
O' wretched man that he was; bound in this body of frailties....
Do I envite it; this calamity of darkness' dynasty?!
Led by the prince of junapers himself; the fallen angel
Spreading his tear stained wings, upon the face of the earth
The valley of his own, shadow of death!
No, I would rather that these bindings sometimes
Did they ever exist....
But the truth is, they cannot hide; will not hide?
Nor, now neither can I, from their constant lasciviousness
Compelled it so clearly seems...."Chosen!"
While these principalities of pains provincial night
Transduce their tides of disease, amid their final days....
This plague; like a herd of lacerating locust
Devouring the unsuspecting fields of, innocent humanity!? ~ {Cont}
On a dusky evening long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner,
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of the seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part”
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
We stood staring at each other in a warm embrace.
With passion sweet, your eyes glowed.
Like a blue lagoon, they were deep and peaceful.
On your dimpled cheek, a kiss I planted,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We hoped to weave the garb of life.
Words and deeds that served as balm to the soul!
Still, they repeat, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveler returns’,
My life has moldered and mildew grown,
Where my Love! Whither have you gone?
Who bid you slink into death’s secret hide?
Why left me to languish in a world of shadows?
Seasons roll and years glide,
Youth has withered and memory fails,
Now I wander through a dim shadowy world.
I feel so trapped and lonely, as twilight grips.
Like embers flickering low, yet stocked by the breath of fire,
I hope, we shall meet one day at the Golden gate,
Where no shadows shall lurk and time shall stay eternal
And silence sparks the language, the ears want to hear.
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When rain is gone and sky gets clear,
When night turns deeper and silence creeps,
I transverse back to that dusky eve,
To retrieve those moments, I sadly cherish!
At Otter Lake, whilst welkin starry clear,
A ghostly wail bruits eerily despair,
And eyes appear alit like embers near,
At Otter Lake.
Avaunt, the trappers pray, bedim thy glare;
In sooth, thy mourning grieves a bygone year,
From earthly bourn, ascend to angels care.
Arose a zephyr, thick as bloodied air,
And shrieking withered every soul with fear,
To where a man durst lay his footsteps there,
At Otter Lake.
My curvy bouncy young mum bump
Of unjoy pump by punk guy jump
You wormy crony cuckoo cyborg of my numb womb grow
My ovum mock your wrong grown coup
Go mourn by of onyx orgy you grow
From crummy mob of gory cum you bourn
No cub run cry mummy for you my young unborn
No young curvy bouncy puppy boy by norm
Upon gun my coy gown for fun won
Now burn or bury my crow cow born
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Now it’s about time for all to be known
What’s always been there are facts to be shown
Eternal at last it embraces all
And with composure it stands by on call
Time is the measure of all things bourn
Creating a past & a future unknown
Always allowing for all things to grow
Giving good reason for us to all know
Season through season through thick & through thin
Time is permissive so accommodating
Given the choice you have to admire
Time has the answers for all to transpire
Free of all worry step into the now
Now known of the past is even the how
So given more time I’m daring to think
We’ll know what’s of worth & what is just fink
Time is the healer doctor & cure
Same for the wholesome as the ragged & poor
Outlasting each thing it makes its own rules
Constructing this world all with its own tools
Time is eternal & moving with pace
Given a moment it makes its own space
Time is forgiving of all the things wrong
All of the evils forgotten so long
While going forward it teaches us right
How to make better each day & each night
If to be honest everything’s to last
Then time is the future present & past
Mild in its manner instructive & fair
If only we’d listened we’d have had to hear
As time & again what’s surely in place
Is all who are here are in the ‘rat-race’.
C-More ®
In her slippery salmon swim
And red streaked Crawdads chute
Into her eddying pools
To stare at her from beneath rocks.
Whitewater rapids challenge men
To stand against her torrential frame
And face her, screaming out in pain
Torturous centuries of ecstatic rain
To be her solitary stone
To stand against her all alone
A true man to soften her cold soul.
And who’ll be her Reigning Lord
Echo her insanity
To lover her shade and slippery slopes
Crevices’ waiting, sharp inclines.
Once a current in the sea
So filled with green and mystery
To her a man did rarely come
Then, pulled up by curious shapes
Like lambs, in white puffs she flew
And traced her shadow cross the land
Till the puffs released her soul
In little flakes, gentle and slow
For a time entombed in frozen snow.
There men saw her as a sprite
Reflected in her cage of white
Men chased her form of watery light
In dreams that came hard in the night
Her body lucid, long and lean
A cold corpse, frozen to the earth
Blue hair, bent arm, frozen knee
The sun took pity, broke the back
Of the ice block and set her free
So through high mountains, cliffs
And rocks she trickled
In a gathering streams, in rivulets
Of tears, mouths open
Her bosomed skin slipped as ice
Pain built up the rage within
And sorrow brought it to the light.
Green – the color of fast and deep
White – the foam that came in waves
Along the long and joyous vein
She spreads her long body
Knee bent, her heavy breasts pinned
Blasted, rippled by the wind
She’s touched only by old earth’s hand
Its gravity like a naked man
Basking in her pools
Her faces and belly ghosting him, a mirror.
Watch her through the thickening trees
Her body sliding toward the sea
A torturous rape, a rapid ride
For all who’ve hung upon her side
Hearts pound, as she shrieks and sighs
With each down stroke a demon dies
Within the man who’s bourn the pain
Endured her crushing fingers round
Who’s felt the pound of her breasts soft
Been beaten by her to the blood
And awaits for centuries her cold flood.
1 From tuning précised white harmonic doves,
You made a fair light, the sun was torn halves,
And weaved the dimmed lawn- an elegant quilt,
For only those mine could feel the well-built!
2 Hence I, with my will, put bars in the wind,
That is in the bourn of ‘prison’ herein,
But daybreak along broke with stranger fires,
Left frozen be this heaven where it gyres,
3 Seemed nothing less now, my fury was lit,
By those flames that ate my paradise’s seat,
Your presence and will have shined through that fire,
Vile as to sing with the underground choir!
4 Yet in my dark thoughts, spread light of what’s true,
That rooted in you for Wisdom’s with you,
Ruins of Great showed it was but a door,
Whose sill was a threshold leading to more,
5 Beyond grand onset, the path I know tread,
I know you did craft by each thread by thread,
That somehow cuts through the proud earth above,
And if I shall, this must lead me to Love,
6 Thus lifeless, lifeless, indeed you are one,
For this ultimate, you bade it begone!
And let it unite together with mine,
Whom mentored me so to age like a wine.
7 What more can replace the love that you gave?
For this one shall never have its own grave,
Until I can reach the terminal east,
Then I’ll be those beasts in hatred who feasts!
8 Yours do have outstood all among others,
Revealed in springtime, in its young flowers,
In summer: the ocean; pastures of fall,
And playful flames through the winter spell’s call,
9 Passion and concern, more likely divine,
The best that did lay, they all in you twine,
Hence I’m grateful but to one entity,
Of life only spent in eternity…
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What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
All spices high and mild; nostrils filled with its aroma
Whether flow with the Ganga colliding the bourn,
Or sang with the chirping of the Sparrow sitting on the roofline,
The hot spicy heat prickle of the Ghost Pepper Chilli cuddling the tongue
The wild breeze nudges the chest while walking on the land of Sohra,
What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
All spices add a pinch; just like sugar and salt an Indian lore
Add spices to the game and flaws
Add spices to the love and lust
Add spices to death and conquer
Add spices to lives and victories
What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
Critters born and die; but good and bad is inscribed in their graves
Spice are harvest and contained; but the tale of aroma
Begins from my kitchenette and voyaging across the overseas
After this you needn't regret
Your life is bourn as your child today
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
All stakes are high upon this bet
Though grace and patience is all to pay
After this you needn't regret
In warmth and bonds may trust inset
The glow of knowing till egos play
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
Advice wears over for angst's outlet
Never rash nor heavy, never lose light in day
After this you needn't regret
In a wink and a worry in your Autumn set
A thought to the child now grown away
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
Then a day your child takes up the fret
You smile to see their berth and say:
After this you needn't regret
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
Swords words adored words swords Sword of the Lord praise this praise’s bourn Singing swords implored swords singing The truth shall set you free let my people go Praise ye the Lord His mercy endures forever for thou only are holy It is written they were smitten Sounds falling on your ear or an ear falling soundlessly Those taking the sword shall perish with the sword The sword of the Spirit the word of God Dividing asunder the soul and spirit Sharper than any two-edged sword Out of weakness were made strong Valiant in fight turning the armies to flight They that love it shall eat the fruit thereof Death and life are in the power of the tongue Going forth with swords singing The Lord has redeemed His servant Jacob Repent least I come and fight against them With the sword of my mouth
I’ll love you, precious, I’ll love you
Till the Atlantic and Indian oceans kiss,
And the wind jumps over the mountain
And the laughing kookaburra sing at the shores,
I’ll love you for all you are yet to be.
I’ll love you, honey, I’ll love you
Till the waves washed wistfully against the shores
And mountains swallowed by the heavy clouds
And the stars danced around the night sky
I’ll love you with all my heart and soul.
I’ll love you, angel, I’ll love you
Till the hands on the clock have outrun me
And the warm sea breeze caressed my cheek like a loving hand
And the fragrance of spring flowers make me joyful
I’ll love you till I ran out of stars.
I’ll love you, gorgeous, I’ll love you
Till the redbreast whistles from a garden-croft
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn
I’ll love you till the last breath leaves your body or mine.
I’ll love you, sunshine, I’ll love you
Till the dark days of autumn rain
And the fish blood running through the parking lot
And the bees are buzzing in the gardens.
I’ll love you till I become dust in the wind
I’ll love you, sweetheart, I’ll love you
Till the opportunity to see you knocked at my door
And my head is spinning from all the new information
And living my life in chains of love
I’ll love you till I day I die,
I’ll love you, loverpie, I’ll love you
Till the sun played hide and seek with the clouds
And the sun greeted me this morning.
And the sky full of dancing stars.
I’ll love you till the day I can no longer stand
Truth Finally Revealed
David J Walker
The lie wrapped in the riddle
Lay bare to the gaze of wonder
If Only
From the middle
There were the words
Of thunder
If Only
I knew the words
A riddle
To challenge passwords
Into places overgrown
An abundance
Of unknown
vocalic menus
The lie wrapped in the riddle
Underlies the leanings of
The liar
Words on fire
used in
Soliloquy & Secularization
The cost is bourn
In hesitation
When truth is finally revealed
As consciousness rose
so did the shadows in men,
until the white sun rises
and leaves turn unfolding Zen
In the long grass of sleep we all lay
awaiting the awakening to life,
innocence filled our atoms
but we breathed in being and strife
In all the evil that’s been bourn
perpetuating the threat of old,
is the rotten heart of humanity
and with stealthy legs he rolls
As lessons of history were shared
the sins of time have repeated,
and the hordes filled with hate
storm the Tara pets at our feet
Until hate is colour blind
and all gods are held up,
and the mantel in the flame
is blown and fully caught
We are lost but not in vain
will this fight be forever fought,
be not afraid for in our veins
is courage breed and brought
I have faith with sanity and time
this blackness will fill with light,
and tomorrows will be bolden-ed
as purity glows crystal bright
Watching the pictures flicker by
scored with suffering and pain,
it's then that i fear this world
will never know innocence again
I feel the pureness in the flow
as the breezes brush my face,
in the universe no miracle holds
a candle to the blue of this place
Please ignore this simple child
polluted and poisoned by life,
I just want to see an end to war
before my last rays of light
One
The tilted day do ruminate so slowly on its fate.
How shall one dim time’s lasting set display towards mourning?
If filled is eye with circumstance whose show pours forth such splendor bourn; what
causative power shears the moon and stars so crisply?
This night, this bright and vibrant night of squalor?
What dream has been squandered on this day?
A time of 9, of 12 of 45?
All men huddle for warmth against such numbers – all dreams are answered at 10 o’clock on
a Sunday Night when you question still the division of the week; where upon fibers strewn
with cells of being, rub your feet to
Feel the static of a million souls replete – in wonder, in longing, in spirit flesh this
day, in all that needs to say – it falls from past decay – it hangs still in hallway – the
rain pelts it to a fro – upon entry all evil reigns supreme – then slowly, surely it
passes in the mist – the gist of circumstance, the measure of all must dance – must move
against the plane – all grain must have its day, to wail, to roil in the wind before
chance cuts it down.
One.