Bruce Poems

Bruce Lee

(A Tribute in Dream and Shadow)

I was not there when death closed your eyes,
But I saw you on the great screen of the world.
In dreamland, twice you walked toward me—
your steps were not of flesh,
but of spirit dressed in fire.

The first time I beheld Enter the Dragon,
I knew you were not merely a man—
your body

Master Kung Fu Within An Hour

I have always been a fan of Kung Fu and Brue Lee
I so wanted to Learn the art and looked around for lessons
But although I travelled far and wide I found none not one for me

Disheartened that instead of becoming a master
As I had dreamed about it since childhood
It was a complete disaster

Then one day

Games Not To End In Death

Don’t start a game ending in death,
Something there: forfeiture of breath!
Don’t mind Superstar Bruce Lee,
His Game of Death Kung Fu we see.
Next, the player lodged in some heath,
To The Living Death: Living Threat!”

Don’t think of a game marked by risk.
The sort guys start and taste the whisk
“You’re a rogue who’d begun to frisk:
You were breathing

Bruce the Goose

I’m Bruce the goose
And fly with geese
I follow the rules
In forming V’s

And being a goose
Sometimes I lead
Then play caboose
To lessen breeze

Yet I faltered
Their perfect V’s
When I altered
Their masterpiece

I figured we’d
Fly much better
If we proceed
With a new letter

Seen from below
Instead of V’s
Our flight would show
F’s, R’s, or D’s

I got our flock
To fly an H
As the earth

The Boss Aka Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band

The boss aka Bruce Springsteen and the E Street band

Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen 
born at Monmouth Medical Center 
in Long Branch, New Jersey, 
on September 23, 1949. 

His nationalities include hodgepodge 
of Dutch, Irish, and Italian descent. 

He grew up Catholic in Freehold, New Jersey.

I dedicate the following poem
to aforementioned musician,
whose figurative guitar finger
kept on

During the Job Interview, I Was Worried the Interviewer Hadn'T Heard Fire By Bruce Springsteen

his nose was distracting
but so was mine
i listened to it ; in the car on the way
there
the bass was in my brain

what if he'd never heard it?
the questions kept coming
questions about
stuff 
thinking about the book of judges
i saw paintings  

i followed him home
hid beneath the window pane
but heard nothing

i didn't get the job

Clerihew Bruce

Poet& hymnist Michael Bruce
whose verse was rarely obtuse
In many ways a 'Keats in padallel'
dying too yoing of consumption   a well

Going All Bruce Lee

"Going All Bruce Lee" 

It’s like holding water
in your hands. 
they say, be like water
as if on the drop, 
the turn of H20 on tap, 
one can go all Bruce Lee.

he was rather gung-ho;
but the subliminal message
he  projected, without malice
in his lithe fluidity 
brought on dreamy visions 

of going all soft 
and compliant.

one might

Clerihew Bruce

Michael Bruce was poet so free
dying too soon with TB
Best known for ' Ode to the Cuckoo'
perhaps 'Lochleven' the best in view

I Am Waiting - - - Acknowledging Bruce Pascoe and His Book Dark Emu

I am waiting
For the colonists’ offspring
To see.

See what’s already there.
Been there decades,
hundreds and thousands of years.

Brewarrina.  Birrngi-Bream.
Condah.  Tuupuurn-Galaxis.
Bolac.  Smoked eels.

Curly Mitchell Grass.
Nodding Greenhoods.
Yam Daisy-Murnong.

Budj Bim.
World Heritage.
Right here!

Dark Emu.
Read it.
Grasp the future.

Don’t wait.
Act.
Thrive.

Memorial:Cousin Bruce, Porsche Race Car Driver

He dreamt of car races and our sunny California beaches.
Of tanned women playing volleyball. Yes, all were within his vibrant reach.
Porsche-mania, though was his all.
Some talk endlessly of dreams coming true, but Bruce, followed them. He
packed up his things and left his freezing Chicago neighborhood.

Blond, tall, amenable with the most beautiful eyes of hypnotic blue.
My cousin, Bruce, so

Brutal Bruce

Bruce was a hard taskmaster
Who ordered his staff to work faster
The faster they went
Bruce would not relent
Causing a major disaster

The Great Bruce Lee

The Bruce Lee’s days was a kun fu stage. His fighting style lasted for quite a while. His hits and kicks was used with his slashing sticks. As he screams and screams, he takes over his dragon dreams.  Did you know that he was a fantastic dancer with a tad touch from a bee’s

In Memoriam: Cousin Bruce

Beneath this green sod, lies
my Cousin Bruce.
It's true, his mother called him
'Silly Goose.'
Oh, that Nordic DNA, those
gorgeous blue eyes, and sense
of humor.
A skier and a Porsche race car
driver, he grew up to be.
Always filled with humor and
a genuine love for humanity.
Leukemia took his life at forty.
He serves God now, in grateful
and glowing, angelic glory.

July 10,

Bruce Trail

Friends from the Lutheran church got together,
We decided to hike on the Bruce Trail,

i walked with my friend Axel,
We were friends along the trail and we were completely quiet.

Traveled on the rugged terrain,
The scenery was beautiful.

He is very athletic and handsome,
 i enjoyed walking very much.

His parents and my parents were good friends,
We used to

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