Short Bourne Poems
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no matter where you are
home is not a place
per se...tis bourne deep within
our own heart each day
Slalom, serpentine or straight
Your course need only approach your goal
Although important is the rate
To a noble bourne, it is not the soul
Henry VIII desireth an heir.
Wife after wife, nary son hath wives bourne.
Thusly, he cut off each head.
Findeth a new wife instead.
His sole son hath been born from an affair.
In a given pace
Dismail of rounds
Sounds of ordinary
Act as eagle as bourne
Join the pot in dreams
Flourish to all to shine
Live of short coming
High hopes all come back
In a given pace
Dismail of rounds
Sounds of ordinary
Act as eagle as bourne
Join the pot in dreams
Flourish to all to shine
Live of short coming
High hopes all come back
#-11
Attic floorboards creak
Something seeks a memory
Sleep and leave it be
#-12
I'm sure there are two
Another cat sneaked inside
My cat helps it hide
Gene Bourne
06-23-14
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)
I see the world all beneath
Wars for oil planned turmoil
Wealth walks in greed in surge
Speeches done about lost dreams
Making in dreams from yesterday
Dreaming as equal as all bourne
In a pot in making one piece
Small one
Playing is done
And your bedtime has come.
Wind is moaning
rafters shifting.
Listen.
Inside closets
ghosts are sniffing.
Dare not move. Dream you fly.
Sun in your eye
Morning.
Butterfly Cinquain
Gene Bourne.
07-05-14
It matters not the timing of a day,
An absent mind that meets a busy street.
The driver of a bus who turns away
To better hear a joke behind his seat.
An accident, no planning to discern.
A curve of fate, be random or your turn
Gene Bourne
07-21-14
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pool of souls
choosen in birth
is it random
or meant to be
glue to a chosen body
bourne in pain host passion
first breath in cry
to be hold and love
last breath in cry
to be respect
in disperserse of universe
fighting with our shadows
holding a seasoned soul
Blue marble in space
On your vagabond journey
Through the galaxy
Plying your eternal bourne
Please avoid those asteroids
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Entry for Francine Robert's "Blue" Contest
To all my Souper pals I raise a toast
I love the creative po-ums you post
May your well never run dry
As your poet's bourne you ply
As Ralphie said to Alice - you're the most
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I’m but a man of meager means
A man of simple pleasures
Tho’ deep endowed with eager dreams
I enjoy life’s simple treasures
My days I know are numbered now
And so are minutely measured
So that I might remain
A man it seems (and bourne by dreams)
A man of meager means
And simple pleasures
Your wishes can't regain,
A thrill so long ago.
To once again reclaim
A past you wouldn't know.
You view a different dance,
With unfamiliar tune
You pine for lost romance,
Yet treasure not the Moon.
Meter - Iambic Trimeter (Cataletic).
A-B, A-B Rhyme.
Gene Bourne.
06-11-14
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Treatise of love suborn
Of feelings, desires shorn
With parochial aspirations born
On ritual wings bourne
Romance brokered forlorn
On christening morn, personal
license torn
Deeded by title; underwritten
with scorn
Parceled with dowry; with
annuities adorn
Liabilities, a fitted mantle
charitably worn
Gray dawn,
A yearned yawn,
My foot on cold white marble.
Gush to the stop,
With marathon stomp,
Bourne to jouncy travel.
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Fruit of The Heart
There scarcely abound happiness
In hearts that nurture no forgiveness:
While the 'unforgiven' is fettered
The 'unforgiving' is also burdened!
Forgiveness' fruit of the bosom
Bourne from the heart's blossom;
While the Grower's heart's gratified
The Picker's thirst's also satisfied!
21st Aug' 2013
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 go my endless way.
Form:
Opinions never veer,
Nor acting deem you wise.
You're branded now with fear
Behind a thin disguise.
Behavior layered deep,
No fantasy can hide.
The wounded at your feet
Your conscience won't abide.
A fire too great to quench.
Has spread too far within.
Were you to turn an inch,
You'd face what you have been.
Gene Bourne.
09-10-14
Simultaneous the sting,
Those who two-time on the wing.
Each at fault began the fling.
Subterfuge, a complex thing.
Schedules smeared and rearranged.
Missing gaps in time explained.
Lies to memorize, maintain.
Learn the lying details game.
Shelf life of adultery
Locked away for none to see.
Those who trusted while deceived,
Hold, and rightly so, the key.
Gene Bourne.
06-26-14
Angry acts begin.
Harmful words would never flare,
Count to ten then once again.
Wildfire spreading fast,
With mistaken, muddled acts.
Smokey aftertaste will last.
Then finessed assaults,
Vainly exit, pride intact,
Casting blame, the other's fault.
Friendships fall head-long,
Disarrayed in stumbled steps.
Puzzled reasons blurred then gone.
Gene Bourne.
10-22-14
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Invisible formations streak
Through clouds around the Moon,
Then delve beneath the canopy
to voice a mortal tune.
Your soul the vessel to impart
In perfect tonal scheme;
One second of a beating heart,
A light year's span, a dream.
Now as you wake in stretching moves,
As night to day evolves,
A messenger left vital clues
To aid your will to solve.
Gene Bourne.
07-20-14
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Stargazer's Prayer
by oldaubry
Capricorn, Virgo, Sagittarius too
Grace me with your image
as you come into view
I feel my true self
as I look to the sky
I can feel that one spark
as the evening is nigh
your stars are a guide
like a mariner's chart
as I use the sextant
that is bourne of my heart
I pray for safe passage
I don't want to roam
May God speed my journey
and help me get home
Smearing Tears On My Table,
Irridescent In The Glow Of Pale Light.
Trailing Down My Face and Able,
To Bring Out The Pain Heightened At Night.
Evaporating Into The Darkness,
Yet Pooling Into Oceans Deep.
Sadness Bourne As I Accept Less,
The Price Of Lost Love Is So Steep.
Smearing Tears On My Table,
Moistening My Numbed Fingers.
Love Being A Subject of Poetic Fable,
This Pain Purchased To Forever Linger.
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