Submissions by BruceBurkard
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is Bruce Burkard and I compose poetry on the following subjects; spiritual, nature, political, and nonsense.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 2:56pm
13th Dec 2012 2:56pm
Lonely for the Lord
I was so lonely for the Lord
That the tears I cried
Created a vast, terrifying endless sea.
I cried for help!
And
He ferried me across
The endless ocean of matter
Into His loving embrace.
That the tears I cried
Created a vast, terrifying endless sea.
I cried for help!
And
He ferried me across
The endless ocean of matter
Into His loving embrace.
668 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 3:35pm
5th Dec 2012 3:35pm
Longings
How I long for those
Fields of flowers
With colors of red, white and gold
That I roamed in so many years ago
When I was a youth so bold.
Or -
Perhaps I dream of another youth
Who is yet to come -
Unfold.
Fields of flowers
With colors of red, white and gold
That I roamed in so many years ago
When I was a youth so bold.
Or -
Perhaps I dream of another youth
Who is yet to come -
Unfold.
605 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2012 3:11pm
4th Dec 2012 3:11pm
Paper Planes
Paper planes up in the sky
Made by a small boy's hand
Carefully folded, carefully molded
As he grows into a man.
Each paper a special creation
A dream of what might be
Soaring on the winds of chance
High above the sea.
Great dreams from a small boy's hand
May they prosper, may they grow -
Until that boy becomes a man
Tis time enough to know.
Made by a small boy's hand
Carefully folded, carefully molded
As he grows into a man.
Each paper a special creation
A dream of what might be
Soaring on the winds of chance
High above the sea.
Great dreams from a small boy's hand
May they prosper, may they grow -
Until that boy becomes a man
Tis time enough to know.
673 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2012 1:13am
20th Nov 2012 1:13am
Sitting in Quiet
At night with the world
At a standstill
The sound of silence in the air
Its time to sit in quiet
Find the Lord of love in prayer.
Rise up to the single eye focus,
Blessed with His inner light -
Temple bells are chiming
Inexpressible music delight.
At a standstill
The sound of silence in the air
Its time to sit in quiet
Find the Lord of love in prayer.
Rise up to the single eye focus,
Blessed with His inner light -
Temple bells are chiming
Inexpressible music delight.
638 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2012 4:02pm
11th Nov 2012 4:02pm
Waiting for You
Dearest Beloved,
I am waiting for you -
Within your garden of summer delight
Here at the midnight hour
On this beautiful full moon night.
Waiting for you to bring the wine
Sit with me and sup.
Waiting for you to part the veil
Fill my empty cup.
If need be -
I'll wait several lifetimes
For your grace
To experience your Darshan
Face to face.
I am waiting for you -
Within your garden of summer delight
Here at the midnight hour
On this beautiful full moon night.
Waiting for you to bring the wine
Sit with me and sup.
Waiting for you to part the veil
Fill my empty cup.
If need be -
I'll wait several lifetimes
For your grace
To experience your Darshan
Face to face.
844 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 6:06pm
10th Nov 2012 6:06pm
Tubula Rasa
The sweetness of the inner sound
Is a song that can be heard -
Tis the whisper of God's holy voice
His forever word.
This song returns us to its source
Our soul flies in a whir
To the Tubula Rasa
What we were before we were.
Is a song that can be heard -
Tis the whisper of God's holy voice
His forever word.
This song returns us to its source
Our soul flies in a whir
To the Tubula Rasa
What we were before we were.
584 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2012 2:13pm
1st Nov 2012 2:13pm
In Exile
I am a stranger in this world
A traveler passing through
An exile from the highest plane
An outcast to eschew.
My soul would gamble all she had
On this upward winding lane
For a glimpse of her beloved -
An end to separation pain.
A traveler passing through
An exile from the highest plane
An outcast to eschew.
My soul would gamble all she had
On this upward winding lane
For a glimpse of her beloved -
An end to separation pain.
864 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 2:15pm
31st Oct 2012 2:15pm
The Masters Face
Sitting in solitude
The movie screen within
The darkness suddenly turns to light
The showtime to begin.
What will the screen project for me
As I meditate this morn?
What vistas will it show me?
What light will it adorn?
Perhaps this morning
Unveiled by your grace
The inner sun reveals
Your sweet and loving face.
The movie screen within
The darkness suddenly turns to light
The showtime to begin.
What will the screen project for me
As I meditate this morn?
What vistas will it show me?
What light will it adorn?
Perhaps this morning
Unveiled by your grace
The inner sun reveals
Your sweet and loving face.
811 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 1:45pm
30th Oct 2012 1:45pm
Forgotten
The children of the world
Have forgotten their divinity
Overpowered by their senses
Of not having enough.
Forgotten, the dictum; Seek first His kingdom
And all else will be added to you.
Forgotten, the simplicity, harmony and love
That comes with living for each other.
Forgotten, to be still and meditate.
Forgotten, to listen to His quiet whisper,
His music playing harmonies in the soul
That with it bring the song of the oneness of life.
If one can quote the indescribable,
I offer a quote
From Saint Rajinder...
Have forgotten their divinity
Overpowered by their senses
Of not having enough.
Forgotten, the dictum; Seek first His kingdom
And all else will be added to you.
Forgotten, the simplicity, harmony and love
That comes with living for each other.
Forgotten, to be still and meditate.
Forgotten, to listen to His quiet whisper,
His music playing harmonies in the soul
That with it bring the song of the oneness of life.
If one can quote the indescribable,
I offer a quote
From Saint Rajinder...
666 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Oct 2012 2:09pm
29th Oct 2012 2:09pm
The Doorway
There is a doorway that leads
To inner realms of peace, love,
Joy and happiness.
Scriptures tell the story of others
Who have entered this doorway,
And scriptures can point the way
To the door.
However -
Unless one enters the doorway
And experiences the inner realms
One can make no real progress on
The inner spiritual journey.
Dearest Seeker,
Isn't it time you experienced the
Inner realms for yourself?
To inner realms of peace, love,
Joy and happiness.
Scriptures tell the story of others
Who have entered this doorway,
And scriptures can point the way
To the door.
However -
Unless one enters the doorway
And experiences the inner realms
One can make no real progress on
The inner spiritual journey.
Dearest Seeker,
Isn't it time you experienced the
Inner realms for yourself?
740 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 2:58pm
25th Oct 2012 2:58pm
Miracles Everywhere
I saw a miracle today
A beautiful little spider
On out back patio
Was concentrating on spinning
An elegant lace doily web
To capture his lunch.
His body was so delicately formed
So perfect and graceful in every way.
Only God could have created
Such a creature.
When one lives in the Now -
In full consciousness
One becomes aware
Of miracles everywhere.
A beautiful little spider
On out back patio
Was concentrating on spinning
An elegant lace doily web
To capture his lunch.
His body was so delicately formed
So perfect and graceful in every way.
Only God could have created
Such a creature.
When one lives in the Now -
In full consciousness
One becomes aware
Of miracles everywhere.
670 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2012 12:51pm
9th Oct 2012 12:51pm
Running from Love
I tried to run from love
For the longing and pain of separation
Were too great for my soul to bear.
Then I heard footsteps
Running behind me
And -
His voice saying,
"Return to me my child
I miss you
More than you could ever realize -
Its time for you to return home."
For the longing and pain of separation
Were too great for my soul to bear.
Then I heard footsteps
Running behind me
And -
His voice saying,
"Return to me my child
I miss you
More than you could ever realize -
Its time for you to return home."
1125 reads
1 Comment
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