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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2012 1:08pm
17th Jan 2012 1:08pm
The Ant
I observed a tiny ant today
Crawling in the sand.
What a marvelous creature
So delicate - so grand.
Its tiny little consciousness
Aware of its own plan,
Making its way through boulders
Of tiny grains of sand.
Next time you see
A tiny creature
Please don't stomp out its light.
Think of the glorious wonder
That is moving within your sight.
Then think of God the creator,
Who conceived that critter so free,
With a little bit of consciousness,
The same as you and me
Crawling in the sand.
What a marvelous creature
So delicate - so grand.
Its tiny little consciousness
Aware of its own plan,
Making its way through boulders
Of tiny grains of sand.
Next time you see
A tiny creature
Please don't stomp out its light.
Think of the glorious wonder
That is moving within your sight.
Then think of God the creator,
Who conceived that critter so free,
With a little bit of consciousness,
The same as you and me
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 2:32pm
16th Jan 2012 2:32pm
On Seeking God
Seek God in the spring
Love -
In the morn of yourself
Before your child has left you.
Before you've spent your youthly wealth.
When the blush of dawn is breaking
When the spring is crystal clear.
Seek Him at this time
Love -
You will find Him very near.
Then when summer flowers bloom
Love -
With the noonday sun above.
In the middle time of life
He will light your life with love.
When autumn swirls around you
And you kneel down to pray,
His peace will be within you ...
Love -
In the morn of yourself
Before your child has left you.
Before you've spent your youthly wealth.
When the blush of dawn is breaking
When the spring is crystal clear.
Seek Him at this time
Love -
You will find Him very near.
Then when summer flowers bloom
Love -
With the noonday sun above.
In the middle time of life
He will light your life with love.
When autumn swirls around you
And you kneel down to pray,
His peace will be within you ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 2:13pm
16th Jan 2012 2:13pm
A Prayer
I prayed one night
Beside my bed -
A prayer so long and deep -
For God to hear
My anguished cries
To take a mortal leap.
Where are you Lord?
Do you exist?
Are you really everywhere?
Where is your land?
Where is your house?
Do you really answer prayer?
If you be real
Let me behold
The beauty of your face,
Your sparkling eyes,
Your lovely smile,
Your countenance so rare.
I'll love you God -
If you exist,
Just let me know your there.
The tears rolled down
From out my eyes
I shivered in my...
Beside my bed -
A prayer so long and deep -
For God to hear
My anguished cries
To take a mortal leap.
Where are you Lord?
Do you exist?
Are you really everywhere?
Where is your land?
Where is your house?
Do you really answer prayer?
If you be real
Let me behold
The beauty of your face,
Your sparkling eyes,
Your lovely smile,
Your countenance so rare.
I'll love you God -
If you exist,
Just let me know your there.
The tears rolled down
From out my eyes
I shivered in my...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 4:53pm
15th Jan 2012 4:53pm
Vacation
Tonight as the sun sets
Why not take a vacation
With the Lord.
Close off all thoughts
Of the world
And enter His moonlit
Garden of love.
Let the magic of silence
Carry you into
His outstretched arms.
You are in need of love
And rest tonight,
And He is whispering for you
To join Him.
He has brought a jug
Of His very best wine
From His tavern on the green.
But for tonight
He wants you to be
His only guest.
Why not take a vacation
With the Lord.
Close off all thoughts
Of the world
And enter His moonlit
Garden of love.
Let the magic of silence
Carry you into
His outstretched arms.
You are in need of love
And rest tonight,
And He is whispering for you
To join Him.
He has brought a jug
Of His very best wine
From His tavern on the green.
But for tonight
He wants you to be
His only guest.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 4:43pm
15th Jan 2012 4:43pm
Guiding Lights
And I Ecurb began my journey
in the land of dreams, the
land of forgetfulness, full
of fire, smoke, and illusion.
In this land there were some
wise men ... placed there for
the sole purpose of being
guiding lights to the pilgrim
souls on their long journey
from darkness to light.
And I said to the wise men,
"When will I know of His
coming?" And they answered,
"By your tears that even now
like rain, are there, but not
quite ready to quench the
parched desert of your soul."
And I asked,...
in the land of dreams, the
land of forgetfulness, full
of fire, smoke, and illusion.
In this land there were some
wise men ... placed there for
the sole purpose of being
guiding lights to the pilgrim
souls on their long journey
from darkness to light.
And I said to the wise men,
"When will I know of His
coming?" And they answered,
"By your tears that even now
like rain, are there, but not
quite ready to quench the
parched desert of your soul."
And I asked,...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 5:04pm
14th Jan 2012 5:04pm
Age Old Questions
Reading in a scientific journal
These age old questions
Were asked.
Why are we here, who put us here,
And where are we going?
The Master Saints have answered
These questions ages ago.
We are here because in our millions
Of past lives
We have never solved the riddle
Of life and death.
We are here simply to know ourselves
And to know God.
Dearest Pilgrim,
Do you still not believe
In reincarnation?
These age old questions
Were asked.
Why are we here, who put us here,
And where are we going?
The Master Saints have answered
These questions ages ago.
We are here because in our millions
Of past lives
We have never solved the riddle
Of life and death.
We are here simply to know ourselves
And to know God.
Dearest Pilgrim,
Do you still not believe
In reincarnation?
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 4:52pm
14th Jan 2012 4:52pm
One Consciousness
In today news
Scientists say there are millions of planets
Capable of harboring some sort of human
Life in our galaxy.
Because the consciousness of this planet
Has not fully evolved at this time
We would call this life alien.
In realty there are no aliens.
The entire creation is the Friend
Both within and without.
Therefore -
Any beings living anywhere in the galaxies
Are all part of the Friend
And part of us.
Remember -
It is the egoic mind
That divides and names.
When in realty ...
Scientists say there are millions of planets
Capable of harboring some sort of human
Life in our galaxy.
Because the consciousness of this planet
Has not fully evolved at this time
We would call this life alien.
In realty there are no aliens.
The entire creation is the Friend
Both within and without.
Therefore -
Any beings living anywhere in the galaxies
Are all part of the Friend
And part of us.
Remember -
It is the egoic mind
That divides and names.
When in realty ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2012 2:15pm
11th Jan 2012 2:15pm
The Master Artist
The Friend is like a Master artist
Sculpting out a block of granite.
He knows what part of the granite
Is not you.
As He sculpts He uncovers
Trees and birds and animals
Of all descriptions.
He also unveils many forms
Of man and women -
Chiseling away
All that is not you.
Finally
There is nothing left
Of the stone -
Not even the chips
Or the dust of the granite.
The Friend
Steps back and smiles
At His work.
For you are
Free at last.
Sculpting out a block of granite.
He knows what part of the granite
Is not you.
As He sculpts He uncovers
Trees and birds and animals
Of all descriptions.
He also unveils many forms
Of man and women -
Chiseling away
All that is not you.
Finally
There is nothing left
Of the stone -
Not even the chips
Or the dust of the granite.
The Friend
Steps back and smiles
At His work.
For you are
Free at last.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2012 2:03pm
11th Jan 2012 2:03pm
You Would Be Dancing
Tonight I am getting drunk
On the sparkling wine
Flowing from my Beloved's eyes.
Tonight His entire orchestra
Is playing -
Sending His guests into ecstasy
And making them dance.
I have heard Him say,
"If you only knew how much
I love you -
You would be dancing all around."
Tonight He has thrown open wide
His tavern doors
And invited all inside to drink.
Why are you still standing
Outside the tavern door -
When so much fun and merriment
Is going on inside?
On the sparkling wine
Flowing from my Beloved's eyes.
Tonight His entire orchestra
Is playing -
Sending His guests into ecstasy
And making them dance.
I have heard Him say,
"If you only knew how much
I love you -
You would be dancing all around."
Tonight He has thrown open wide
His tavern doors
And invited all inside to drink.
Why are you still standing
Outside the tavern door -
When so much fun and merriment
Is going on inside?
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2012 2:23pm
10th Jan 2012 2:23pm
Gods In The Blend
Each day brings magic and wonder
When spent with the Lord of love.
The sunrise as the new day forms
Spreading beams of light from above.
To stand on a beach in the morning
With the smell of salt air in its place -
Is to witness the day descending
And see Gods holy face.
Now as the day progresses
Think of God in all you see and do -
For tis said
When you remember Him
He is remembering you.
As you sit in a cafe'
At noontime
Remember to live out of time
And God will be dining with you
In love, grace, and peace...
When spent with the Lord of love.
The sunrise as the new day forms
Spreading beams of light from above.
To stand on a beach in the morning
With the smell of salt air in its place -
Is to witness the day descending
And see Gods holy face.
Now as the day progresses
Think of God in all you see and do -
For tis said
When you remember Him
He is remembering you.
As you sit in a cafe'
At noontime
Remember to live out of time
And God will be dining with you
In love, grace, and peace...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jan 2012 2:04pm
10th Jan 2012 2:04pm
A Pasticheur of Americas Best
Today I read an anthology of poems. They were advertised as the best American poems of 2010. Quite frankly most of these poems were just a mish mash of words. To me poems should be uplifting leaving the reader with a happy feeling or teaching a lesson about life. These poems, to me, were more downers than anything else ...
So .. Here is my Pasticheur of these poems.
This is an extremely blue black night in Virginia.
The rain is clanging on the tin roofs of the buildings
Sounding like dimes
Being dropped in tin collection cups.
I sprayed on Bert Bees outside...
So .. Here is my Pasticheur of these poems.
This is an extremely blue black night in Virginia.
The rain is clanging on the tin roofs of the buildings
Sounding like dimes
Being dropped in tin collection cups.
I sprayed on Bert Bees outside...
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