Best Bourne Poems

"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress"
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

The hourglass, 
a skeletal jester, 
mocks in the tomb's chill,
Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, 
"Soon...

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I'm sure this hill is where it stood.
Amazing shapes of stuccoed wood.
A glass-brick, neon stream-lined place.
As if it flew from outer space,

A swing band auditorium,
An...

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She shuffled by our house, so slow and bent,
No second thought of where the lady went.
On her return, no one around to see.
A shaded path,...

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When life's bourne becomes rocky and I suffer dreary days,
To the One above, I'll lift my simple hymn of praise.
For He knows my every need...

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As he slept in tranquil dream, 
Suddenly he flew, it seemed. 
Thrown and landing on the floor, 
Shaking walls and splintered doors. 

Just as quick,...

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If sorrow cloaks the surface of your soul 
And chills the warmth that turns your wishes cold, 
Unchain the hidden anguish in your hold,
Releasing tethered...

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Your wishes can't regain,
A thrill so long ago. 
To once again reclaim 
A past you wouldn't know. 

You view a different dance, 
With unfamiliar tune...

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Part One.

A silent yawn, the moon awakes.
Compels its patron planet's shape.
As oceans shift by its command
And with its might recasts the land.
 
Below the lunar...

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Angry acts begin. 
Harmful words would never flare, 
Count to ten then once again. 

Wildfire spreading fast, 
With mistaken, muddled acts. 
Smokey aftertaste will last....

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It matters not the timing of a day,
An absent mind that meets a busy street.

The driver of a bus who turns away
To better hear a...

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According to my neighborhood, 
(All experts on the topic), 
Opinions vary, none too good, 
One called it "Catastrophic". 

Exterminators sigh, refrain 
Condolences, I'm sorry. 
At...

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I composed a song version of this poem with different lyrics but the same "beat".
When you see three "dots" ...  pause for a second.


All...

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In its final soar 
Finds the limb it learned to fly 
Lands, to fly no more 


Gene Bourne
06-08-14




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Her legacy, a carnage littered place. 
A crassness hidden by a comely face. 
How many roles she played to such acclaim
The naive lovers crushed with...

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Opinions never veer, 
Nor acting deem you wise. 
You're branded now with fear
Behind a thin disguise. 

Behavior layered deep, 
No fantasy can hide. 
The wounded...

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