Biography of Pene Burkey
I also write using the pseudonym of May Lyn (ML) .
Pene Burkey Poems
When I go rolling on my skateboard, I feel the wind blow on my face. My body glides along in freedom, And then my foot keeps up the pace.
His graduation Amid Blue Ridge Mountains with Family, friends, and Senator John S. McCain....
As far as we can see, The fields snow-covered be. The wind picks up a load, Blows snow drifts 'cross the road.
Babbling brook still runs Beneath the blanket of snow. Waters of life flow.
Bending down to get their glove, Not thinking of yourself...above. Giving those who need...a ride;
What Is A Poem?
To rhyme or not to rhyme Is not the question. Neither is it based on Facts or on fiction.
He gets up in the morning And goes out the door, Jumps onto his board And skates to the store.
People say seeing is believing. Close your eyes....
I would like to see my Father again, And have him help recall those memories Of when he would sit down and sing to me, Tell me tales enough to fill diaries.
First love begun... Illuminating, Waiting, Like its always been there.
Those Old Black And Whites
'Mom, why do you watch those black and white movies? They're part of our history, Son.
What did Santa leave under my tree? He left hugs and kisses for me, A safe year without injury, The family I treasure dearly,
The sky grew dark this April morn, The north wind blew his snowy scorn. Suddenly all was dressed in white,
What is it you would like to do? Do you want to learn something new? All you will ever need to know Is in a book....Read it and grow! !
I wonder how the world began...
And how did life come about?
Who determines fiction from fact?
Can you help me out?
What was I before my birth,
And what exists after I die?
If all begins and ends the same...
Why do we try and try and try?