Short Bur Poems

TREE SWING

Love’s spirited mood swinging from bur oak

Higher and higher towards sun

Teasing tug of french braids

Kim Rodrigues © 2017

Kimo Form...

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Grassy ponds heave
under the tread
of moss piglets.
Kraken of microscopic
significance,
fill the forms of waterbears.
Tardigrade leviathans
plod a sodden sod,
toil assiduously
in the marshy haze
until Bur-marigold
grow out
of their dead giant heads....

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I isn't not may-bee knot  two brite
and may-bee I dosen't no how to right
bur deem tin dolla' wouds,
donut amount to turds
eye got ownlee simpell wouds
to tell my mi  simpull  tails
i cannn't aforord dem $10 dalla wouds
a buck-filthy is awlz i gotz
so f ya gotz a progrem wit dat
I wound kum too bat
and gos to bed I wilz.........

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God's given us two kinds of tears,
of joy and often sorrow.
Oft times there shed for yesterday,
bur many times tomorrow.

Weep not today for me my dear,
because I've gone away.
Death has no sting, nor grave victory,
over my soul this day.

A better place I now reside,
a place free of pain and tears.
Where we'll unite and live someday,
throughout God's eternal years....

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Old peddler wanted a new home design.
He hired Mable, a decorator, and all was fine.
Until she decided to redecorate him too.
I don’t want to change he said, I am ninety-two.

Mable was forceful, she did not hear the word no.
She took lots of his money, and created some woe.
He sits outside his house now, for it reminds him of her.
A bossy overbearing woman, who felt like a bur....

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The answer all our prayers
 Awaits us in the House of Dreams
There will find that life's leaden
metal has been turned into gold(to paraphrase Omar Khayan)
Brothers and sisters out there in the darkness
Let's leave the weight of reality behind us for now 
Enter into  realms of imagination
Yes, the world is still the world
Bur can survive in it
If we spend some time 
IN THE HOUSE OF DREAMS...

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falling faster
driving slower
killing time
passing vines

Mary jay
ill never play
as long as i got you around
happy day Mr say and ill bid you a crown.

freedoms bur-don speech is priceless
waves happily fly
ideas fry when the lights on to long
and die without a cause

house of tires can see right through you
blasphemy for trying
cry to me baby, cry.
maybe tonight we will die together....

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I have read many kind story
Deferent kind thought
Deferent kind of theory
But read of your difficult for me
You are an unsolved puzzle
I am asking now myself
What is your view what to say?
But my heart unable to reply
You are now question like mountain
Bur now I slide I go in den
So I have to stop this fall
I have to sustain me alive
For the upcoming rising day
And for your appear in the life...

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I sit here in my home on the Lower East Side
Awaiting the High Holidays
The years have come and gone 
and they have not always been easy for me
Believe  me - I am not the best Jew in the world
But I do attend on the most sacred of days
I write poetry on various topics - including Middle Earth
Bur scoffers non withstanding 
I will pray to the creator and I will continue to love 
our lovely blue orb...

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God had with his finest sensors
Picked the edifice and its sponsors,
Then surfaced to have it videoed.
What angels could have Him radioed!

God,all along Himself radar,
Knew what to do to Man's ladder
And bombs can throw to burst bladder...
Bur-no!-He is always father:
Should God not be man's guide rather?

Men should only sparsely gather,
Save in streams with soaps that lather
No exceptions—Blast Men's Cadre!

And so the Tower kissed Nadir......

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The flying hills and its tinted gold
Its pyramids and the blinking moulds
Beautiful the night, a city behold
New dawn it was at Bur Dubai

The city that never boasts of mountain
Infertile the land unfriendly the grains
Until comes a dreamer called Maktoum
Muhammed, the son to raise the tune
 
At the sea end stands nations inertia
In father’s desires, Maktoum built to sky
Descendants of warriors, to sea he claimed
To build the Palms, the earth, for world to hail...

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Trust in yourself
If you trust others, they do so
Out of self-interest
Not what is best for you.
To be a follower is dangerous
When you wake up naked
And nowhere to go but follow
The stream. Give up.
Making you unhappy and discontent
A deep-seated irritation
Of a loser who lost his way
By not listening to the inside voice
That made others miserable, bur gave
Your peace of mind.
You dared follow your path
And are not riches but the satisfaction
Of doing the right thing....

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