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  Jul 24 Bee Burnett
You are there
Like an ache
In my bones
You are there
Like a heaviness
In my heart
You are there
Like a fixture
In my mind
You are everywhere
In the way I dress
And walk
And talk
And think
You are everywhere
Except in my arms

if I were only less lonely
Bee Burnett Jul 24
To peel back your skin,
To sink my teeth deeply within,
Nothing between us,
Just flesh juice and core,
Treat me to what’s yours.
Forbidden fruit
Bee Burnett Jul 24
What if I had one more eye?
Noble with clarity-
A superior eye.

It would see tomorrow,
Not yet set in stone,
So set apart from the world I know-

Distinctive and discernible,
I envision a procession,
Of time trailed before me.

Enthroned on my brow,
The lone eye would crest,
Possessed with its profound unrest.

Clairvoyant, cunning, beaming eye-
Perched above organs of trivial nature,
Adorned, a crown that never cries,
It knows no regretful quakers.

How magnificent!
It would be,
To see so clearly,
To amend early,
To haven from horror,
To have an aura,
Of the triumphs yet to unfold,
If only an eye that bold,
Were part of me.
A collaborative poem with Godfrey Ndlovu
Bee Burnett Jul 24
You are the flower,
I can not crest in my hair.
It is just not fair.
Bad religion
  Jun 23 Bee Burnett
Some long, some tiny
Some literal, while some flowery
Some simplistic, whilst some dramatic
Some prefer to be unstructured
and some, pragmatic

And yet no matter how each poem is written
each is unique in their own poetic way
We live life listening to different poetry
And in poetry we live every day
People are poems. Not food. (XD)

I'm on a poem streak. Will rest for a while. I've read a lot of poems on this site and I find it absolutely wonderful how we live in different parts of the world, and don't even know each other's faces and names, and yet we connect to each other through poetry.

I believe each one of us has a story and poem to tell. What's yours?
I never regret the past
And its pain
Winter and its rain.
Time is fast
Good and bad
Will never last.
Seize your day
As if the last day.
Make of your life
A daily song
Even if things go wrong.
Life is pretty
Regardless of its being rusty.
Bee Burnett Jun 19
A circle so soft,
I wept tears of happiness,
Finally I’m home.
I’d never felt so loved
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