Robert Edgar Burns

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

Robert Edgar Burns Poems

201. Catching Sunlight 1/5/2012
202. Grief And Despair 1/5/2012
203. Three Letters 1/7/2012
204. Love Every Child! 1/6/2012
205. Puppy Love! 1/7/2012
206. Mrs. Dust 1/8/2012
207. Dog Years Or Leap Years? 1/8/2012
208. The Hands Of Time 1/9/2012
209. Naked Souls 1/10/2012
210. Jimmy Loves Crackers! 1/10/2012
211. Age 1/10/2012
212. Lost In You 1/11/2012
213. Joy 1/15/2012
214. Futility’s Face 1/15/2012
215. Soul Mates And Kitties 1/16/2012
216. The Cicada Song 1/16/2012
217. Don’t Have A Camel! 1/17/2012
218. What Now My Love? 1/17/2012
219. Mother Means Love! 1/17/2012
220. Dawn 1/17/2012
221. In The Valley, Restore My Soul 1/18/2012
222. The Mystery 1/18/2012
223. As An Eagle 1/18/2012
224. The Walk 1/19/2012
225. Wait No More! 1/19/2012
226. Wild About You 1/19/2012
227. The Game Of Life 1/12/2012
228. What Shall He Say? 1/13/2012
229. Lonely Man 1/13/2012
230. Tiparillo Valentine 1/14/2012
231. Love’s Been Good To Me 1/20/2012
232. The Essence Of A Woman And Youâ  1/26/2012
233. Time Traveler’s Adventures #8 1/27/2012
234. Time Traveler’s Adventures #1 1/27/2012
235. Time Traveler’s Adventures #2 1/27/2012
236. Time Traveler’s Adventures #3 1/27/2012
237. Time Traveler’s Adventures #4 1/27/2012
238. Time Traveler’s Adventures #5 1/27/2012
239. Time Traveler’s Adventures #6 1/27/2012
240. Time Traveler’s Adventures #7 1/27/2012

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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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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.

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