Short Burgeon Poems

When my body begins to burgeon, 
I go to see my plastic surgeon. 
His magic tucks and nips 
will make me smaller hips;
but he just smiles and says, “Stop splurgin'.”...

Read More

There once was a  Scotch lassie called Sturgeon
Who ,in her youth ,was quite a curmudgeon
But when she took over from Salmond
She found that quite calming
And her better nature started to burgeon....

Read More

Let me do the prayer
Let me cast the rain.
You won't sleep so soon, 
I won't let you drain.

Let the light take the leaves, 
wings of laughter cherish the trees.
Stout bottom to hold beneath.
Expanding roots to help you creep.

Let the light dare not to go
Lord will help the storm to go.
Let my rain serve the poor, 
I won't let you sleep
There's miles more to go....

Read More

Me and God Are Related

There must be way  this can be translated;
May have waited for a while and hesitated;
Did take chance;
Knew in advance,
You can consider God and I closely related.

Jim Horn

My Life Had Been Barricaded

While I waded and deal we did was shaded, 
Sins came down on me and had cascaded;
Then saw sturgeon
That did burgeon;
Can be seen in my hair that is badly braided.

Jim Horn
Over ten again...

Read More

Sugar hill
Placebo pill
Candy cane
Taps on my window pane.
St. Patrick’s Day is a big thrill.

Morning glory
Telling stories.
Birth flower,
In the morning hours.
Smell the flora!

Four leaf clovers
Such a quarry
Findings are two leaves, three.
Sitting in the lea
Telling stories.

Leprechaun gold
Pay the tolls.
Riding bikes with no shoes on.
Having so much fawn.
Life to behold!
_________________________|
Penned March 06, 2015!...

Read More

Willows whisper gratitude, 
drooping branches sway, 
they augur summers of serenity 
and winters of decay.

Images of grace, gently shivering 
in rains of sweet intent, 
they burgeon like a testament 
fulfilled and immanent.

Softly ornamenting 
with their sprawls of elegance, 
they pose like seasoned lovers 
who have earned their permanence.

Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy, 
mighty yet demure, 
they signify endurance 
for those untested and unsure....

Read More

rushing rapturous rhapsody
I heard since morning light
bathe the dried earth afresh
tumbling on burgeon swells
bulging to bubble breathe 
an intoxicating balm, spice
waking sombre sojourners'
sighs ~ ah!

amidst a floating fragrances
tweedles of birdies romping
and so are giggles of chaps
dancing, playing, prancing
the skirt of trees bow languid
tired from onslaught winds
arms weak they fracture a few
yet standing still, up
High! ~...

Read More

Lost I am in this labyrinth of desire
entangled and strangled this life couldn't be more dire

Pretention's all I see through this gloomy light
the wind's too blown my soul into a plight

Dispirited I creep along this miry winding lane
to find a way out of this stinging weeds of pain

Pushing against a squall of gall I shove
to have a glance of that cherished love

Tender my heart though, inside hopes still burgeon
will there be a day when I saunter in the rosy dawn...

Read More

Willows whisper gratitude, 
drooping branches sway, 
they augur summers of serenity 
and winters of decay.

Images of grace, gently shivering 
in rains of sweet intent, 
they burgeon like a testament 
fulfilled and immanent.

Softly ornamenting 
with their sprawls of elegance, 
they pose like seasoned lovers 
who have earned their permanence.

Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy, 
mighty yet demure, 
they signify endurance 
for those untested and unsure....

Read More

Willows whisper gratitude, 
drooping branches sway, 
they promise summers of serenity 
and winters of decay.

Images of grace, gently shivering 
in rains of sweet intent, 
they burgeon like a testament 
fulfilled and immanent.

Softly ornamenting 
with their sprawls of elegance, 
they pose like seasoned lovers 
who have earned their permanence.

Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy, 
mighty yet demure, 
they prophesy endurance 
for those untested and unsure....

Read More

Willows whisper gratitude, 
drooping branches sway, 
they promise summers of serenity 
and winters of decay.

Images of grace, gently shivering 
in rains of sweet intent, 
they burgeon like a testament 
fulfilled and immanent.

Softly ornamenting 
with their sprawls of elegance, 
they pose like seasoned lovers 
who have earned their permanence.

Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy, 
mighty yet demure, 
they prophesy endurance 
for those untested and unsure....

Read More

Willows whisper gratitude, 
drooping branches sway, 
they promise summers of serenity 
and winters of decay.

Images of grace, gently shivering 
in rains of sweet intent, 
they burgeon like a testament 
fulfilled and immanent.

Softly ornamenting 
with their sprawls of elegance, 
they pose like seasoned lovers 
who have earned their permanance.

Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy, 
mighty yet demure, 
they prophesy endurance 
for those untested and unsure....

Read More

stay your hand
with its obtund touch
take away your arid mouth,
your incurious eyes from me,
from my unscaled sight

you are but dull clay,
Ozymandias, barren
and I am fresh green
that strives for the light

spilling from your crumbling ashlar
jubilant, with scarlet buds
to catch the rain
and burgeon in its caress

to sway with the tumult of the wind
to kiss the voluptuous sky
to lay my feet on the lush earth
to live, to thrive
far away from your desert...

Read More

We  strive in a round world with square believes
A square sky seated on bridled outcast clouds 
Forced to hold round raindrops
 Released to soak square grounds that bear round seeds

 Round seeds burgeon at the labour of deformed clouds
But at the end of round days,
Out of round holes in square grounds
 deformity was brought forth

A cylindrical stem bearing 
on its head a diversity, 
Leaves and flowers not just square or round
But straight out of a square box....

Read More

Let the name be forgotten 
Let the skin tone be rotten
Burn the face; kill the looks
Let the identity be unknown
Alone let the wanderer wander
Shapeless; intangible to gusts of emotions
No one to ask; no one to be shown
And beyond the world of bigots,
Who claim to be different but are different
Who smile at face but stab at back
Let the shapeless stray
Let the thoughts prevail and burgeon
Beyond spoilers of I and thee
Let the faceless smile; let the wanderer be free...

Read More

Willows whisper gratitude, drooping branches 
sway in breezes of full plenitude; they promise 
summers of serenity and winters of decay.

Images of grace, gently shivering 
in rains of sweet intent, they burgeon 
like a testament fulfilled and immanent.

Softly ornamenting with their sprawls 
of elegance, they pose like seasoned lovers 
who have earned their permanence.

Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy, mighty 
yet demure, they prophesy endurance 
for those untested and unsure....

Read More