Best Burgeons Poems

The sun shines in perfect darkness, twirling relentlessly ...

as do a trillion trillion other stars, daubed on the blackest black.
Still, life itself seeds and burgeons in the warmth of its precious light,
its particles, the core of an exquisite balance that brings each heart to thrum,
that...

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Santa, I have an important request.
Please don't embarrass me with ho ho hos.
If you'd looked at my face you might have guessed.
I'm serious about fixing my nose.

I can sense you are stifling your laughter.
Your bowl full of jello, nicely restrained.
Proboscis happily ever after,
Would not appear...

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The time of growth and change is done and past.
From thaw to frost activity prevailed, 
And change came often, often coming fast, 
Till finalizing Fall all toil curtailed.
With wintertime’s quiescence, come at last,
The old year’s final breath has been exhaled. 
   And now...

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Wobbly I stood and wobbly I remain -

The sole  of my Soul untested and untried

Not trusting the firmament on which its stability stands.

So I must reach.




For a kind hand, a rock to assuage my rocky start.

Euphoria washes over me and I am utterly awed...

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If mine heart should speak, let it speak so well; 
For I may not have another time to tell. 
Let me say it straight; let me say it clear, 
It may not be so loud but the deaf can hear. 

It's for the sane to...

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Was my life just a wish
I hid between the pages of survival

And even though the Universal source of all
Granted me this gift

This singular precious life
Did I search instead to be the worthiness of heaven

Did I judge all my actions
By the prison bars of hell

And see...

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Training in a classical sense
means looking at life through an
infinite hallway lined with the
statuesque but long not remembered
at least for vision or presence
but more likely only legend whether
by grace or by downfall
A hallway endlessly in need of revolution
yet never conscious that the movement
burgeons from within...

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As is the generation of leaves
So is that of humanity
The wind scatters the leaves on the ground
But the live timber burgeons with leaves
Again in the season of spring returning
So one generation of men will grow while another dies

Adapted from The Iliad
Homer...

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Beauty burgeons
 From the soul like a rose
 Preparing to blossom
 And give out
 Its loving scent around
 Without a thorn
 Upon its stem


 When you tear
 Someone's heart apart
 The soul is smeared
 By the fear
 Of what is to come
 When it comes...

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LITERAL SENSE :

This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
VERSE 1:
This ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
Concrete counterintuitive ratioed for looser and Leader;
Interim arguments to know who's worst and best person,
Makes no sense either.
Itemised unique personalities need no prejudice session. 
Sparked to negate fallacious  rudiments; deal art.
Trumpling down heaped follies,...

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The Desperate Man



I burn in every title of want
Every collected obsession
That ever twinkled in an eye
Leaves its lush desire
In ardour on my hands
While the taste of her
Phantoms in the buds
With alphabetical sexual tongues

She rolls through me
A mounting storm of nuances
Which have me captivated
With satin spun...

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Around the corner, the sun will show its new face after                               A
Well earned time of...

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The eyes opened
As withered leaves were strewn on the forest floor,
Alone and sad.
As creepy as silence
Smothering the subtle heart with its fumes
Engulfed in dust.
Looking around,
In the swarm of bees that it was -
None appealed to its love.
Insecure, afraid -
None to free it of its nightmare
That...

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As is the generation of leaves
So is that of humanity
The wind scatters the leaves on the ground
But the live timber burgeons with leaves
Again in the season of spring returning
So one generation of men will grow while another dies...

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An iron portal
as brittle as a tear
in memories
or moments
designate
a miscreant burgeons 
from emotions
the graphic artistry
of expendable smiles  
to bypass hope
and linger in a clause
of could be

Yet the thrust
has to wretched put you
a glinting steal bloodied
by your heart
leaves you wrenching on breath
the choke
the broken despair
can...

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