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Five Poems, Four Subjects
By David Bunch
November 22, 2004
Outside Looking In
How can you be
Reached?
First
sdrawkcab
That’s how it feels to see
You
On the street
A
L
O
N
E
No village
No home
She Comes to Me
She comes to me
On breath of night,
With wind’s caress upon her fair.
She burns in me
Visions of light,
Sweet salvation and answered prayers.
So softly answering rose
Of my heart:
Send me proposals of love’s embrace.
Train my tongue to
Speak my heart,
Oh holy eyes and seraphim face.
And as you sing
Your musings soft,
Dance our spirits combined.
Composing once more
Love’s single rose,
Mingle your soul and mine.
oh sweet defunct
this sweet defunct existence
really no more than a
funk of resistance
(or something near thereto)
the recipe required You
(sweet solitary You)
to shed blood (Yours)
i
only shed tears and mostly for
me
(blind beggarly me)
& sometimes shed this chameleon skin
that deceives the world i am living in
what’s to gain by blinking through reality
when You have a peace of immortality
rocket me there
and i will throw this crown like a frisbee
To Sunflowers
To sunflowers when I'm feeling down -
I don your smile.
To roses when love's my song-
You manifest my soul.
To daisies when my song's arcane-
Your music dances my heart.
To posies when passions confide-
I dance upon your radiance.
To these who reflect their Creator's grace-
I don't belong.
Stands
he stands alone there
at (smoothe) central station
watching the next set of
passengers leave for somewhere
near where he lives
he stands alone there
at harvard (not-so) square
and the sheer feeling
of utter emptiness is but
a fleeting memory
the drum and fife brigade
beckoned with the slender
finger of solitude and
he willfully waltzed
into the symphony of dreams
he stands alone there
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© 2004 David Bunch
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David Bunch recently learned that the Poet Laureate was formerly an
insurance executive who composed poems on the side. Based on these criteria,
David should be next.
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