Jacquelyn Burge Poems

Tick tock, tick tock,
The clock ticks and tocks,
The sands fall through the hourglass,
How much time do we have before we completely go mad?
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You are yours to keep,
over life, over death,
you belong to yourself.
Whether you are split in two,
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I have a new story
I don't know how it begins or how it ends,
But i do know how it feels.
The anticipation, the excitement of an unknown adventure,
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There is no peace,
Where bulls run free in herds of life.
There is no peace,
where the sun blazes over hundreds of miles of seemingly empty land, cracked by a dragon beast of water.
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Greet them with a smile, so they know you mean well.
Learn their names, so they know you care.
Communicate clearly with parents, so they know they can trust you,
and you can trust them.
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Do you ever look at the stars and feel homesick?
Every night, I sit on the back porch and point my gaze to the sky.
Why do I do this? Why are humans so fascinated by something so far out of reach?
It is a phenomena that haunts my every waking moment,
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It is a universal fact that
any woman who is inclined to the nature of the arousal of her mind
is in need of endless piles of ink-smothered papyrus.
It is to not say
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