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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.
...

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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...

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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...

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