Tag: poetry
group name: exploringspirit
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August 06, 2008 04:40 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem for my teenage children so that they could visualize what I mean by philosophy.
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July 12, 2008 03:07 PM EDT --
This was published in the Winter issue of the Oakland Journal
On Hearing Beethoven's "Fifth Symphony" For The 99 th Time
I do not think I will ever witness perfection in music. . . . more
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August 27, 2008 03:39 AM EDT --
WHY JESUS WEPT
©Robert Burnham
Daddy, why does Jesus weep?
He weeps for the addict living on the road
Her broken mind, her tortured soul
He weeps for the little . . . more
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June 06, 2008 04:59 PM EDT --
Stepping through the portal,
beyond the secret veil,
crossing through the water plane,
the vaporized exhale.
From the ocean to the vapor,
rising up into the clouds,
rain pouring . . . more
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February 11, 2008 01:44 AM EST --
gamble everything for love,
if you want what visible reality
can give, you're an employee.
if you want the unseen world,
your not living your truth.
both wishes are foolish, . . . more
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July 13, 2008 02:09 PM EDT --
My Wife is Fitness Coordinator for our county Senior Services. The senior center has its annual 90+ dinner coming up, and she asked me if I knew of any positive poems about aging that could be read . . . more
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June 08, 2008 08:04 PM EDT --
Today is another Portal Day
Please Enter
Open-hearted wisdom,
innocence and trust,
simplicity and wonder.
belong to your inner child.
Ease and fluidity . . . more
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December 08, 2007 02:37 AM EST --
FATHER, WOULD YOU HELP ME
© Robert C Burnham
Father, would you help me
I am lost and alone
I know that one hundred times
I have promised . . . more
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August 19, 2007 08:56 PM EDT --
(In her piece on Loving an Enemy, Carolion Grailbear perhaps unwittingly unleashes further reflection on the title of an old popular song, "What is this thing Called Love?" My effort here, . . . more
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August 29, 2007 12:41 PM EDT --
Alive, Alive, O (revised)
To look around the corner of a time, a hovering, . . . more
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September 02, 2007 05:48 PM EDT --
Never alone (revised)
From his promontory,
space divides the emptiness beyond,
permits a blinded soul
to look upon . . . more
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June 07, 2008 01:03 PM EDT --
Today I am long grass
wearing the wind.
Today I am river
flowing the golden sunpoints of time.
Today I am hunger
rising from the river to the sun
catching the wind in my heart
aspiring . . . more
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January 10, 2008 12:59 AM EST --
This is based on my favorite passage in the Bible and I felt compelled to share it with you tonight.
Dear Heavenly Father, there are some troubled souls . . . more
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February 08, 2008 12:44 AM EST --
Welcome to Gather Essentials: Writing ,
for Friday the 8th of February.
A recent comment by Vijay Kumar to a poem
of mine, about artists' legacies or monuments,
goes like this: . . . more
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October 29, 2007 11:25 AM EDT --
The Dwindling Number of Blue Whales ©Roberto Burnham de San Antone
The captain walked on water
That's what the old sailors say
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February 01, 2008 05:28 PM EST --
I was always the good girl,
never saying what I felt,
never being who I was,
good at pretending,
a master of lies,
good at smiling
when I had tears to cry.
But the price . . . more
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February 20, 2008 03:02 PM EST --
My taste in reading has changed slightly over the years, but there are some people who's work I always love to read. Rilke, has always meant alot to me, after getting a copy of "letters to a young . . . more
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April 22, 2008 09:08 AM EDT --
Jesus shares in our sadness. Somehow I find joy in that.
WHY JESUS WEPT
©Robert Burnham
Daddy, why does Jesus weep?
He weeps for the addict living on the road
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February 22, 2008 02:38 AM EST --
For Daisy Aldan
Finish Dying, Leave Nothing
(by the stream of consciousness)
Finish dying. Leave nothing by the way.
Be clear at last: see even how you know .
It's . . . more
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November 27, 2007 07:15 PM EST --
sparkling eyes,
toothless grins,
hands so small,
mischief afoot...
a burst of laughter,
a loud squeal,
clapping little hands
and running feet...
the guileless . . . more
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