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
Best Poem of Robert Edgar Burns

What Is A Son?

A promise of tomorrow.
A namesake shining through.
A bloodline that continues on,
Through eternal springs of youth.
New strength as from a lion.
But, in his softness like a lamb,
Emerges a new warrior,
From this boy now turned a man.
For what is life but battles?
Each new day a victory won.
It takes the courage of a soldier,
To be raised up as a son.
So guard your heart my son, my own.
And always seek out truth.
May this wisdom always stay with you,
When you have left behind your youth.
Swaddled in blue cotton clothing
Encompassed you ...

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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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