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Bourne Poems - Poems about Bourne


Bourne Free
Too wise for anything but faith… to be carried by angels in love’s holy grail The light in her eyes to reign majestic illumined by heavens flowering dale (Dreamsleep: December, 2021)...

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Categories: bourne, faith,
Form: Rhyme
The Bourne Identity
State terrorism still exists with Gestapo police invading our privacy. The state of fear and spying defies the constitution. What is the resolution? Immunity for all? Stand up with this revolution. Find a solution to their illegitimate proceedings. While they drink from their chalice with greed in power of religious abuse. Grinning with malice. Discriminatory misuse. Condemnation, of this complication. Leaves everyone with...

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Categories: bourne, abuse, community, corruption, courage,
Form: Epic



Food Bourne Illness
Resting stop-atop docile table; it is cold inside of this garage. Loneliness is my plague that stalks me as if predator. Collection builds up, forming microscopic mountains; silica dusting this deserted land. The cat's meow buzzes by (like) bee's knees. Littered boxes spread throughout this eternity. Pest crop dust; Lenting out its withdrawn hand- Fast becomes famine, as fly begins to take...

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Categories: bourne, analogy, confusion, fear, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Bourne On the Wind
From afar both night and morning On the four winded sky, The stuff of life that made me Blew here, so here am I. Now for a breath I tarry Not yet to blow apart, So take my hand and tell me The feelings in your heart. Speak now and I will answer How shall I help, now say 'Fore to the winds four corners I...

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Categories: bourne, allegory, allusion, bird, imagery,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member A Journey Bourne
Ah war out a walkin Ut war a Sunday morn Mah chores war all did Warn't no need fer me et home Ah walks along tha river What does goes by er place Hearin tha crickets singin Un watchin dragonflies un tha chase Tha rivers a little lively Fer tha rain done brung er up Un stead uve a little girgle Ut souns more like "sup" Ah...

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Categories: bourne, cowboy-westernwar, horse, sorry, war,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member My Vagabond Bourne
The brilliant sun 'wakens me and heralds another glorious dawn! I rub the sleep from my eyes, stretch my bones and stifle a yawn! The diamond-filled sky was my roof, the soft grass was my bed. The dew was my blanket - my saddle, the pillow for my head! My dog Duke races about and faithful Wild Lightnin' grazes...

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Categories: bourne, cowboy-westernold, old,
Form: Rhyme

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