Robert Edgar Burns

Rookie - 1 Points (02/14/1953 / Dunedin, Florida)

Robert Edgar Burns Poems

161. Taking A Pic! 12/19/2011
162. The Application! 12/19/2011
163. Do Dogs Pray Grandpa? 12/20/2011
164. Guess Who? 12/21/2011
165. When I Sing! 12/21/2011
166. The Tats 12/21/2011
167. A New Language 12/22/2011
168. Daddy, I'M A Whiz! 12/22/2011
169. A Figgy Pudding Recipe 12/24/2011
170. True Love! 12/27/2011
171. Dallas 12/27/2011
172. With You 12/28/2011
173. Without You! 12/28/2011
174. Me, Without You? 12/28/2011
175. Reflections 12/28/2011
176. Humor (Kathie's Clown) 12/28/2011
177. I Told The Proctor 12/28/2011
178. Pathways 12/29/2011
179. The Repentant Man 12/29/2011
180. Mona Who? 12/29/2011
181. The Life Raft 12/29/2011
182. Happy Times Reunion! 12/29/2011
183. Sausage Or Fudge? 12/25/2011
184. Imagination! 12/26/2011
185. A Contrast Of Time! 12/26/2011
186. Watching Out For Danger 12/26/2011
187. A Pyle For Gomer! 12/30/2011
188. The Mystery Of Woem 12/30/2011
189. Silent Is The Night 12/31/2011
190. I Close My Eyes 1/1/2012
191. Had I Never! 1/2/2012
192. Harmony 1/2/2012
193. The Love Ladder 1/3/2012
194. E T 'Did' Return 1/1/2012
195. Your Desires 1/1/2012
196. Until Then 1/3/2012
197. Loves Beauty 1/3/2012
198. Uncomfortable 1/3/2012
199. The Proposal 1/4/2012
200. Candlelight Dinners 1/4/2012
Best Poem of Robert Edgar Burns

The Curse

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.

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Eyes Of A Child

The purest form of trust and love
Never will they, deny us hugs.
Joy they bring, to everything,
Craving praise, in all they do,
Harvesting feelings, from me and you!
Little hero’s tug at our heart strings.
Mind’s fully enveloped in fantasies.
They draw us in and tell us how
That we should act

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