Robert Edgar Burns
Robert Edgar Burns Poems
|522.||A Lion And A Lamb||11/20/2011|
|523.||The Horse Whisperer||11/30/2011|
|524.||Love's Been Good To Me||1/4/2012|
|525.||Ode To Happiness||1/3/2012|
|527.||The Lone Ranger||2/27/2012|
|530.||Sunshine, Lollipops And Rainbows||3/2/2012|
|531.||Forever Loved And Cherished||1/15/2012|
|532.||Sunrise Sunset Kids!||12/22/2011|
|533.||A Trip To The Zoo!||12/22/2011|
|535.||The Cycle Of Life||1/20/2012|
|536.||Cooking Up A Friendship!||1/1/2012|
|537.||The Blessing Of A Father||11/14/2011|
|538.||What Is A Son?||12/9/2011|
|539.||The Taco Bell!||11/25/2011|
Comments about Robert Edgar Burns
Behind every clown is a sad man.
Beneath every smile there are tears.
In front of all women there are stop signs.
In the heart of all hero's are fears.
Sometimes smiles and tears mingle.
My wish is all the time it's that way.
Every woman and clown put all obstacles down,
Just turn around from sadness, each day.
The above two verses are simply brilliant.
I cannot think of what else I can say.
But this poem needs a third verse,
Sometimes it's a curse.
But I smile as I am writing, it's O.K.
A Withered Life
The seasons of Life as told
from the point of view of a tree.
Once I stood so tall and true,
Life pulsing through winds and dew.
Lightning scars would drain my sap,
But I stood firm within my gap.
Many creatures scaled my bark.