Best Deon Poems
You came in from the cold to warm my life,
a beating heart resuscitating my imprisoned soul –
bringing colour to the palette of my life.
I gave you me, all of me… all for you
I was your oasis in the wasteland,
a drink of cool water in the burning sands –
quenching your heart.
I gave you me, all of me… all for you
The waves of existence lashed against our fortress,
determined to erode the foundations set in love –
and carved in the bark of our hearts.
I gave you me, all of me… all for you
Us, two against the world, we faced it all and even more,
nothing could divide us – tear us apart…
but you did! From the inside out, you broke us!
I gave you me, all of me… all for you
Ripped at the seams, what was once is no more,
the essence of us left to bleed – to flow red into the sand…
Sacrifices, compromises, choices made meant nothing, even though
I gave you me, all of me… all for you
You caused my soul to bleed because of your selfish deceit,
the secrets you kept exploded into the light – searing the truth that I wasn’t enough…
Excuses, justifications, waterlogged reasons couldn’t hide the fact
that it was all about you, just you… all for you
So here we are, broken but not beaten,
the page has turned and a new chapter opens up –
new possibilities, horizons to be chased, a new yellow-bricked road to follow
because you finally realised… all for you
Time heals all wounds they say, but we will never be what we were,
facts have to be faced and decisions made –
and one day you will turn to me, really look at me and say…
I’m here, all of me… all for you
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2016
Categories:
deon, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Trying to say
I am sorry
takes every fibre in my being to new levels.
I cannot fathom out
the uncontrollable hurt
and sense of loss
that
burns within me...
Sorry -
a shallow grave of vocabulary,
a sham of emotion
but how can I prove
that all I say is honest
and true,
that all I feel is what I do...
Love, caring, doldrums of hopelessness?
What acidic retort will I get in return?
Probably a shoulder of ice,
a frozen relic of the past -
ignorance and foolish pride...
Whatever you do,
I don't mind
because
at least I would have been a man...
and said I am sorry!
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, feelings, forgiveness, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
Born out on Highway 9 down in Corpus
Saw a mermaid in the gulf or maybe a porpoise
What a time at South Padre during Spring break
In Amarillo one time I tried to eat a giant steak
And I’m drunk in Del Rio again
Drank beer, long neck bottles of Lone Star
Just sittin’ on a stool at Mickey Gilley’s Bar
I fell in love with a country gal from Abilene
Damn, she had the nicest legs I’d ever seen
And I’m drunk in Del Rio again
Fifty yard line seats to watch America’s team
Roger, Troy, Emmett, Deon, Bullet Bob, what a dream
Spent my whole pay check at a house in La Grange
Partner, lets just say, it aint home on the range
And I’m drunk in Del Rio again
And I’m drunk in Del Rio again
Categories:
deon, city, culture, drink, football,
Form:
Rhyme
Waves
Captain Nemo bids farewell
a sinking ship
hopes disappearing 'neath
an ocean of sapphire blue.
A turquoise cocoon
dreams of spirits calling
calling my name
welcoming me home.
Currents
Atlantis is looming
a forgotten world shrouded in legend
under a ruby sky.
Sanctuary
for those the others chose to forget.
The second element
alter ego of everyman
born and deceased.
A kindred heart - a twin soul
feeling me
knowing me
being me...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, emotions, life, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
I cannot, will not, do not suffer fools gladly
especially those dolts that are not capable of recognising or realising
the plummeting depths of their own unfathomable foolishness!
It is believed that charity should begin at home, or so they say,
But, damn, when your every nerve is stretched – elasticated, broken – fragmented;
how?
How can I?
The level of superficiality camouflaged as sincerity astounds, bemuses and, yet,
I am not surprised that there are those that are drawn to them as moths to a flame;
the utter blindness confuses me –
an internal eruption, a soul quake…
I refuse to conform to their archetype – their need for acceptance
does not justify painting veneers that crumble and diminish, deteriorate and fade;
my true self independent and dignified –
an explosion of colour, a kaleidoscope of possibilities…
I believe there is not only charity in our home but love too,
Where all are accepted – embraced, whether broken or not;
how?
Because we can!
I can, will, do take delight in real people gladly,
especially those splendiferous spirits capable of recognising, realising
the insurmountable depths of their own unfathomable foolishness!
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2017
Categories:
deon, truth,
Form:
Free verse
I'm a *****!
I'm a bastard!
But that is who I am
A paradox of virtues criss-crossed with elements of brokenness...
I have become what I have feared,
indifferent and disillusioned...
a man full of pain
let down by those that he thought were close
surprised by those that he thought didn't care...
The road that winds ahead is not an easy one,
the constant fear that my humanity can be changed in an instant...
a freakish second that can make or break me -
that can cause untold damage
but still I continue....
To fight and claw my way to sanity -
to be the man I want to be
but...
don't write me off yet, I will do what it takes to become me again!
I cannot - will not tolerate fools
those insipid ones that constantly want to break you down with their uselessness...
I need to surround myself with the positive light and love of those that know, care and understand -
My health depends on it!
Copyright Deon JH Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, emotions, me, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
What is the point?
To slave all day in the hope of making a difference -
a positive change in someone's dull monotonous life,
giving of myself in the event
that what I have taught
they have learnt!
What is the need?
To know about life and all its many idiosyncrasies,
its riddles, puzzles and jokes.
That is what is needed -
a solution or few,
but to get them to listen
so that I may impart
what I know and they need to!
What is the catch?
A lifetime of stress,
nervous tension and
the odd breakdown,
rare moments of joy and success,
the paradox of being
a servant and wanting to be
an educator,
a man of substance - character of strength
pillar of will - person of heart -
soul!
What is in it for me?
A sense of challenge and accomplishment,
martyrdom - maybe...
a love of teaching
a call - voices in my being driving me forward
daring me, testing me, allowing me to be...
Allowing me to be, to make, to create, to learn, to teach -
that's what!
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, education, inspiration, jobs, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Sensuous caresses
down a wet back,
steam rises and falls
as breathing catches an ear -
a sigh of desire
that pulsates,
reverberates,
convulses through a body
catapulting a soul to new Heavenly heights
and takes the body to depths
never before experienced...
Impassioned kisses
leave a moist trail,
rhythms erupt and pound
into a flavour of ecstasy -
slower movements take over
hands touch
bringing the soul back
and the dance continues...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, love, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Placid surface
looking glass
still water
Silence but for the cries of ducks
silverfish
minuscule reflections
of an almighty orb
casting its omnipresent being
onto rippling water
Undulations
varying patterns
splintering the smoothness
heartbeats of water
Boatman
ferryman -
a carrier of souls
across Styx
deep water
A pathway to netherworlds
rough water
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
What to feel?
A confused state of doubt
and exhilaration
that captivates the very core of me,
accelerating me to a level of adrenaline -
filling me with the hope
of a new horizon that dawns
just for me...
A new, fresh day
breaking the darkness
caused by disheartenment
and the disillusioning of a soul.
My heart has been taken prisoner
by excitement
and meaningfulness -
a sense of being wanted,
cared for,
sharing...
I do not wish this taste of paradise to leave me...
Let it grow into an eternal lifelong experience
that will enrich and imbue
with treasure
my life,
our lives -
I ask... I beg... I thank you...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, journey, life, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve done things,
there is no denying that…
Some I’m proud of,
others not so much…
But either way, I own them –
they are mine to embrace
and absorb into me.
I’ve done things,
this is true…
I will own up to them,
take responsibility for them…
They are part of me, part of who I am –
ingredients of who I became
and integral to being me.
I’ve done things,
this I cannot hide…
I must accept them as my own,
include them in me…
Realise that the responsibility is mine –
actions of my own doing
and burdens of my own thoughts.
I’ve done things,
this is fact…
All to please you - appease you,
make you happy…
The destruction of the sacred me –
my very own Jericho
and the ashes of my phoenix.
I’ve done things,
this I cannot lie…
Voyages of self-discovery,
journeys to me…
Neither good nor bad –
just being the best me I can be
and being free!
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2017
Categories:
deon, anxiety, boyfriend, conflict, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Hearts beating on a lonely drum
while birds capture the essence on their wings -
soaring to new heights
new beginnings
an era of dawn.
Pulses playing an alternative beat
harmonies reflecting in the shards of our souls -
splintering into needles of pain
an era of day.
Fingertips tracing a forgotten route
directing the mind on a journey of evolution -
a process of spiritual change
an era of dusk.
Evening is here
night has arrived -
the death of a day
of love;
peepholes in the black
only hide and hold everything back...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, time, today,
Form:
Free verse
Rose petals on a bed of dew
Teardrops down a satin cheek
Fingertips caressing a lonely frame -
A window to another time.
Emptiness slowly dissipating
Fulfillment quickly recreating -
Souls join in ecstatic laughter
Sharing, daring to be true
to what lies hidden beneath
a lid of suppression and yearning.
Catching sight of what used to be
Holding on to what is now -
praying for that still to come.
Time passes, plays, punishes...
Rain scratching a glass pane
Dandelions blowing in a breeze
Feet walking shoeless along a cobbled path -
An avenue to another world.
Joy seeps through
Melancholy, Deja vu
Spirits carousing
Moving in rhythmic poetry -
waltzing to times of past regrets
and future triumphs.
Running across fields of thorn
Tearing apart what was -
building up what can be,
holding on to what is.
Time cleanses, castigates, creates...
Lilies on a fresh grave
Eyes searching the far horizons
Hands gripping a suitcase -
a passport to another life.
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, life,
Form:
Free verse
Something is needling me so,
working away at my very core.
I feel frustrated, yet do not know why -
a piteous feeling of distress
scratching away at my insides
and causing me much concern...
What can be the reason I feel so locked out,
the name of the game I cannot, even refuse, to play?
Insecurity is setting in,
indecision rides a tidal wave
and I am drowning in a pool of terror!
What is causing this unnerving, trembling of my being,
this destruction of my will,
the fear of losing my soul?
I cannot say!
But let the answer be clarified,
the solution sought -
peace re-nurtured...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, emotions, feelings, how i
Form:
Free verse
Barefoot
I walk
across isolated wastelands
Silence
engulfs me
and I am alone
Strangely
it does not frighten me
to be that solitary figure
stumbling on a path less traveled
Other missionaries
join my crusade
chanting hymns of unity
Our crossroads
each a different route
hidden agendas guiding us all
Barefoot I limp
over thorn and stone
Silence once again surrounds me
and I am no longer alone...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
Categories:
deon, journey, life, strength,
Form:
Free verse