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Ronald Borum Poem
Me To You To Me.
A heart of such gold
it outshines the sun.
Of singular beauty
there must be but one.
A luminous presence
that makes the heart beat.
Lighting the darkness
a once hopeless feat.
Desires imagined
long left behind,
flawlessly kindred,
two of a kind
A door never opened.
None holding the key.
enchanting the mind
spectacularly.
Kindness abundant.
As smart as is wise,
leveling worlds
without a disguise.
Resilience & courage
encompass the core,
raising the spirit
as none gone before.
Is this but a dream
of many made fool?
Which will it be,
exception or rule?
Emotions made ice
since long long ago.
Refusing to melt,
this all that I know.
Convinced in my self
I no longer care.
What nothing could be
if not do I dare?
So I'll play the joker,
and toss out a rope.
For it's truly the fool
that's given up hope.
Whatever the outcome.
However the end.
If not be their more,
forever a friend.
Copyright © Ronald Borum | Year Posted 2025
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Ronald Borum Poem
Her Eyes.
Her eyes the light of long, lost days,
of innocence and simple ways.
She found me after all these years,
hiding, fighting back the tears
of a life that had not been too kind,
and who I was, was left behind.
The boy she knew bore little trace.
To the man behind my broken face
In my eyes, she saw the pain
of self-inflicted, lonely chains.
But in her eyes, I saw my past,
and a piece of me broke free at last..
Copyright © Ronald Borum | Year Posted 2025
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Ronald Borum Poem
The Light
What love's blind eyes see ever more
bereft of heart and soul?
The fervent truth the eyes disguise
like shallow water's shoals.
The righteous eye knows not the fool
whose light betrays it's beams.
There's none so blind who will not see
the lighthouse in one's dreams.
Sail on, sail on, back out to sea
lest romance run aground.
The bright light shames the shallow heart,
The fool doth double down.
The captain cursed the billowed sails
as waves began to breach,
for in the distance sees the light,
forever out of reach.
Regret and pain fill heart and soul.
The helm could feel the grip.
What light with fresh epiphany
goes down with once proud ship.
The skies did tell of comming swells
as tides seduced the shore.
Once righteous dreams of treasured love
now dumped on ocean's floor.
No seas to sail, nor sights to see,
no harbor left to dock.
Those foolish eyes horizons seek
face undefeated clock.
When inner beauty shines it's light,
See past the shapely sails.
Look not ahead toward morrow's bed
as surface beauty pales.
Copyright © Ronald Borum | Year Posted 2025
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Ronald Borum Poem
THE GAME
Here's to the game
of men and their ball.
The helmeted warriors
of winter and fall.
Explode off the line
with a thunderous crack.
Bust through blockades,
and pushing them back
Cover the field,
defend from attack.
Holding the line,
and making the sack.
Advancing position
with power and speed.
Get slamed to the ground,
got no time to bleed.
Flying down field
at incredible paces,
grab bombs from the air,
and off tips of shoe laces.
Giving the order,
making the read,
the rarest of athletes,
a talent to lead.
Engaging attackers,
forging the hole,
protecting their leader,
the heart and the soul.
heat, snow, or rain,
blood, sweat, and tears,
fighting through pain,
attack without fear.
For their city, the peolpe,
their brothers, their name.
Most important of all
for love of the game.
With prowess, and grit,
they give it their all,
for the ultimate honor,
enshrined in the hall.
Copyright © Ronald Borum | Year Posted 2025
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Ronald Borum Poem
MAGA
Inherited lies by children of fools.
Traffiking hate and Aryan rule.
Indifferent to hopes of self-sustain.
Resentment and fear of broken chains.
In blood Ingrained with other's pain.
A lingered stench. A nation's stain.
So on they rant of good ol' days,
of us and them, "Look not our way,"
"We see you not," "Not of our kind."
They've hate embraced, not open mind.
Hypocricy beyond compare.
They will not see. They do not dare.
Thoughts and prayers, a spurious show.
If not their way, then off you go.
No second look to other's plights.
They have their book. They have no sight.
Warped, corrupted, and abused to prey.
It says what they need it to say today.
Promises empty and pockets full.
A bear for you, for them a bull.
"Just hear what I say, but not what I do."
A singular platform, "I'm rubber, you're glue."
Incessant lies by propagandised press.
Dancing for donors. To hell with the rest.
A decadent loser with disavowed fate.
His self-obsessed lies sow palpable hate.
This miscreant mogul, ineptitude clear,
infected a flock with anger and fear.
Privileged victims w self-righteous distain.
To them, their fate. His sheep for to reign.
A gentle pull of ripened peach.
Despotic trolls simply beseached.
Propaganda with a fascist Q.
Gullible marks duped to a coup.
Beguiled & riled & released on the hill.
Zealots and bigots, too eager to kill!
Copyright © Ronald Borum | Year Posted 2025
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