Long Burdon Poems

A Statue Speaks

The morning takes it's first breath of daylight
Exhaling the sunrise that fills the sky with colored 
brilliance.                ...

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Cockroach Soliloquy 
By:Judge Burdon

The cockroaches left me a wake up message
Written with saliva and excrement 
it was placed conspicuously  in a garbage can 
where they knew that I'd find it 
while in search of...

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Cockroach Soliloquy 
By:Judge Burdon

The cockroaches left me a wake up message
Written with saliva and excrement 
it was placed conspicuously  in a garbage can 
where they knew that I'd find it 
while in search of...

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The Lost Art Of Composition

too often my thoughts and the ability to express them
are taken hostage without a clue to the cause
this is an affliction familiar to many a writer
as if madness wasn't enough
it proves...

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Legend of Fosse Way

Riding hard under a moonlight high 
not a leaf rustling and it troubles my mind
In the distance there's music of the lyre and flute 
rippling over the moors
Serenading the stars  
The...

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True Happiness.
.
True happiness
Doesn’t belong to the rich
Who are often blind
For true happiness
Is much more than just a feeling
But a state of well-being and a state of mind
That often can not be defined
.
The release from Burdon
With...

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Long  ago when fairy tales and fables

Defined that period in time 

There's a story seldom told 

Of a Dyslexic Shepherd boy 

Who guarded the town's flock

From a wolf with hungry eyes 

The Mayor said...

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Grilled Cheese Hold The Memory
By: Judge Burdon
If I only knew what you were thinking 
I'd feel warmer against the cold 
Than with my coat
Avoiding the words I've heard
Crying out to be spoken
Regretting the letters I...

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In that winter evening, I dread what I saw..;

The pain as the little child cried..!!

Left on the huge pile of straw..;

Shivering and crying the child look tired..!!

No one at sight, to answer the poor angel’s...

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French Fry Etiquette 

She left me sitting alone in McDonalds
Didn't take a bite of her Big Mac 
Or touch a single one of her  French Fries    
She grabbed her Coke then...

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MY SIBLINGS' FATHER
         JUDGE BURDON 


other children feared monsters under their bed
i feared the one living under our roof.
his hair was nimbus black 
with a storm's thunder...

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Beyond the truth the lie exists
for whom you die for whom you live
you don't know but HE exists
you don't know but you believe
with immense faith from within your deep

Who, if HE is, we can not...

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A mirror shows reflection
Yet can also be distorted

The sun shines light
Yet can also cast a shadow

A river flows and air gives life
Yet can also be polluted

Love fills the heart with kindness and joy
Yet that can...

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Just because I can
Don't mean I should
Or is any good 
Is of little use
Or burdon of proof 
Leading to a headline breaking top story 
On the News at 10
But then again
So aren't the indulgences 
Of...

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The white horse had just died a lonely death

His rider was crucified as if he were the coming of the 2nd

May the one who killed the innocent form of justice

Be the one to carry the...

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Only he will remain

With or without a song in his heart
He wakes up humming the tune of treason
Bitter, like the taste of the drugs that remain from the night before,
     he...

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I have walk through the tunnel of life
burned down the kingdom of burdon and strife
seen through the eyes of GOD
and yet my heart still hurts inside
I have walk upon the river of shame
in my mine...

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Enter the holy city. The light upon the hill. Live faith. Reject pity. Eat no more than your fill. Learn from the misunderstood. Teach those, by words and deed. Holding to that which is good....

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What do I say?
On this cherry day
At my own funeral
Where I execute and burry
The Burdon I once carried
Where I let go 
Of the life, I’ve faithfully married

Rest in peace woman of excuses
Who endured others abuses
That...

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"There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it "Cafe One"
And it's been the home of
Many a cinnabun,
And God knows I don't want another one,

My father was a baker,
Baked many a blueberry pie,
My mother was...

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Freedom of Thought and the Beast of Burdon.

Echoes of the past
Resonate and reverberate
Within the confines oi ones mind
Like fallen leaves
Swept up in a  turbulent breeze
From the forest of our mind
Stirring our emotions
Like temperamental waves
Upon...

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Where will the circus fall, 
leaving giraffes homeless,
as pitched tents get pitched
and sideshow freaks 
become the norm,
guessing someone’s weight
who doesn’t care

When the sun sets
tablecloth desires
on a silverware runway
with dishes made of gold
and wine glasses half...

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I wish you could feel 
What I feel
I wish you could see
What I can see
I wish you knew 
what it is like to be me
I wish you knew my pain
That does not belong to me
I...

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Every little girl
has one thing she can count on
Her Dad
That may be true
for many of you
But me and my Dad
aren't very close together
We fight and fight
he puts me down
Like i was just some dog
He says...

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No, Shar, I'd never heard of it, but I will, i looked it up, and it's got a great rating.  
Sounds good!  Thanks!!  My friend John S. is a horror buff of...

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