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Burnt Sierra
post Jun 11 2011, 07:59 PM
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Resurrection Dream - Part 1

Paris Texas taken to technological extremes
Communication without pain.
As we type
We watch you
Your movements
Your smiles
We hear your voice from our speakers
We can say
Whatever we want
No fear of reprisals
You don’t know who we are.
Are we in search of a life
Or just passing the time
One thing I know
You will live forever
Deep in my hard drive
This is my Resurrection Dream.

I like to turn off the volume
Listen to music instead
Playing along to your disembodied dance
Aimee Mann telling me I have no choice
Softly in the background
At times like this
It’s easy to believe
Your words appear on my screen
Giving me connection
You answer what I type
Who needs reality?
I can smoke without complaint
Let’s face it
You can’t smell it
My window’s wide open
The trees blocking the graveyard
Letting the spirits listen to Aimee
Whilst I feel full again.
It’s not a life
Maybe just existing
But it help’s to pass the time
Whilst we wait to be reborn
My Resurrection Dream.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:14 PM
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Resurrection Dream - Part 2

The midst of a sleepless night.
Thoughts, cascading through my head
refusing to slow down
tormenting me with their bustle.
A jumble, which I'm too tired to untangle.
On the bedstand, a cigarette
winking at me invitingly.
Who am I that I should resist its call?
The window is closed
I must have shut it before bed
now all steamed up from within
blurring the view.
I pull up the window, then pull on the smoke.
One of life's rare moments of pleasure
that lead inexorably to death.
The irony of this escapes me.
To fear death in the midst of this living decay.
This is my Resurrection Dream.
That I shall awake
and find this is real.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:23 PM
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Gutter Glitter

You say it’s all going to be alright
But I’m practised at seeing through your lies
It’s just you and another sound bite
Skirting the history you seek to revise.

Well, now it’s my turn to be forthright
What you’ve become, I’ve begun to despise
And before I walk out and finally take flight
Allow me to say it shouldn’t be a surprise.

I expect when I’m gone you’ll jump onto Twitter
Complaining about how you’re crying alone in the rain
But not every street gutter has glitter
And in truth, I’m not the cause of your pain.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:26 PM
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At This Moment

At this moment
staring across fields
a canvass yet to be drawn,
furroughs yet to be ploughed.

Paint with broad strokes
a colourful montage
your footsteps an imprint,
in the annals of time.

One day they'll be talking
about the woman long ago
she who walked along the path,
and strode into the unknown.

Chalk scribbled names
written on trees
it's your's for the taking.
At this moment.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:29 PM
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This Day

It was supposed to be sad,
this day,
remembering him.
Not like this though.
This I can truly say
I had not anticipated.
Although I don't know why.
My attention was focused on the past
I assume.
All evening I've sat here.
Drinking my wine,
smoking till my throat is dry,
then drinking once again.
It just doesn't seem right,
somehow.

An explosion might have sufficed.
Some momentous flash of blinding white light.
Something spectacular.
Something.
Anything but this.
Fourteen years ended like that.
It just seems such an anti climax.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:33 PM
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Sea Breeze

A new incense today
Sea breeze
Light and gentle life is breathed into the room
Can a perfect scent
Purify me?
I once broke rules
That haven't been invented yet
Yet I couldn't accept
What you did.
I never asked if you did it
Out of pleasure or need
Though I think I can guess.
No matter now.
I wonder if I could do it again,
Impossible as that may be,
Could I accept it now?
It's a question I can never answer
So I guess I'll never find out,
But I do want you to know
That I do feel regret.
I did love you.
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Burnt Sierra
post Mar 27 2013, 11:39 PM
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The Mirror

A distortion of reality
Designed to induce paranoia
Burning in the image
Of another future suicide.

Beware of reflections.
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post Mar 28 2013, 01:09 AM
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QUOTE(Burnt Sierra @ Mar 27 2013, 05:39 PM) *

The Mirror

A distortion of reality
Designed to induce paranoia
Burning in the image
Of another future suicide.

Beware of reflections.



Oh wow. That reminds me of...something. I love it.


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post Mar 29 2013, 02:32 AM
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On the bedstand, a cigarette
winking at me invitingly.


I love this line!

I am loving these poems!

"Gutter Glitter," "This Day," and "Sea Breeze" - these felt sad and final, the closing of a chapter in the writer's life and we are inside his head as he turns the page.

"The Mirror" - that kind of reminds me of the Native American belief that captured images capture a bit of your soul with each - picking away at your life force till it is gone. Every time I see pictures of someone taken recently before they died I think of that.

If this poetry is yours, you should be publishing it and selling it, you have an Awesome talent!





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Burnt Sierra
post Nov 16 2019, 01:32 AM
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Observation

When I first started to write
One of the first lessons I learned was to observe.
Detached. Uninvolved.
Purely recording the details.
I’ve been trying again recently, although I struggle.
Observing your legs failing.
Your balance losing the battle against gravity.
Seeing your mind, which used to be so, so sharp.
Too sharp.
Like your tongue when you thought I’d done something wrong.
Slowly give in to confusion.
Then rage.
Then rage at the confusion.
As I try to watch detached.
Figuring out which part I’m playing today.
Son? Husband? Brother?
I seem to have been cast in all those roles these last few weeks.
Who knows who I’ll be tomorrow?
As I watch.
Record the details.
Try like hell to remain detached.
Try like hell to remain calm.

JPG 2019


The Guardian Of Saint Petersburg

I’m up here with the spires
Heart holding a thousand tiny fires
Looking down on the city lights
Never speaking the last rites.

Cars move like motion blur
My compassion starts to stir
Everyone desperately seeking
But inside they’re shrieking.

Twilight surrounds me
But I can clearly see
Here I am free
The holder of the key
The guardian and protector

The air is clearer here
Muffled sounds all I hear
My only company the statues
But this solitude I choose.
It’s rare that I can breathe.

Down there on the streets
Battling a life full of defeats
Walking In the gloom of the gutter
Their heads down as they mutter
From up here it sparkles and glitters.

Twilight surrounds me
But I can clearly see
Here I am free
The holder of the key
The guardian and protector
In the never-ending quicksand
I hold their world in my hand.

JPG 2019


Disappear Here

Lost on the road between hope and despair
Feels like I’m losing my mind.

Searching all around for the light in the dark
Anything to show me the way.

Long lost faces loom out of the shadows
Closer and closer
They’re coming for me.

I’ll beg and I’ll plead
I’ll fall to my knees
My pride was the first thing to go.

There’s too much going on
More than I can cope with
No sign of escape anywhere.
All that I want is to disappear here.

JPG 2019


Play The Hand Fate Dealt

I wonder if you only knew
If I was to stand here and tell you true
Would it help you to pull through
Help your belief to renew.

It’s time to start this fight
Even in the depths of midnight
Time to head towards the light
For a future you will rewrite.

Fight like you know Kung-Fu
Don’t let your mind play tricks on you
Focus on the goal to pursue
Remember the symbolism of the tattoo.

This is the moment of truth
This is where you find out what living really means
This is where you find out who you truly are
This is where you play the hand fate dealt.
The hell with the dealer, just let it ride.

“It always seems impossible until it’s done” – Nelson Mandela

JPG 2019
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post Nov 16 2019, 02:10 AM
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Ooh, you are writing your poetry again! WOO HOO!

Love the futility of trying to remain detached in "Observation;" and of course the encouragement and motivation behind "The Hand Fate Dealt."

Every one of your poems have always reached the deepest places inside the reader in ways that they could never express themselves with such clarity as you are able to do! (an especially good example is "Disappear Here." )

These are all so good; but my favorite of all is "The Guardian Of Saint Petersburg." It's theme feels kind of like "Observation;" but the paradox between the isolation of the spires and the increasing of the focus on the world below is really outstanding!

Love your poetry!!! And even moire than that = :LOVE to see you on the Forums again !!!!!!






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post Nov 16 2019, 02:23 AM
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Welcome back, Burnt Sierra!

I see your skill with verse has not abandoned you. I found Observation especially evocative and poignant.


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Burnt Sierra
post May 20 2020, 10:14 PM
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Edited, as these two poems belong together.

Open Your Eyes

It’s selfish of me, I know
But I’m not sure I’m ready to let go
What if my memory starts to fade
That’s what is making me so afraid
I fear your image will no longer show
That I will be reliant on a photo.

Too late now, that moment has passed
And two weeks on, I still sit here aghast.

Open your eyes, open your eyes.
Am I wishing I could go back
And will it to be true
Or a message to myself
To face the bitter truth.

JPG, May 2020


Tribute

I try to remember those lessons you taught
To allow the love you gave take over my thoughts
Now shouldn’t be the moment for a sad lament
But the time for me to honour just what you meant.

The time has come for me to say farewell
Those negative emotions I’ll aim to dispel
But one thing my heart can say that’s true
Is I hope you know how much I’m going to miss you.

As the sun sets, and the day comes to an end
I’ll remember you, of that you can depend
I remember your voice, your scent, your touch
I remember all those moments that I’ll miss so much.

JPG, May 2020
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post May 20 2020, 10:21 PM
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Another wrenching, deeply-felt masterpiece. Most excellent, my friend.


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post May 21 2020, 01:37 AM
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That was a haunting ode to time and loss.


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Burnt Sierra
post Jan 3 2021, 04:47 AM
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After a year in which everything turned, I ended up reverting to writing poetry consistently in May - specifically as a result of losing my mother to Covid (hence the previous two poems - apologies, but needed to write the emotions out of my system), after I'd spent the last five years looking after her due to being diagnosed with Alzheimer's (the largest reason I was offline for so long). Anyway, a few experiments with rhyming poems:

You'll Only Get What You Pay For

You come seeking fortune and fame
Like moths circling the flame
Every season is the same
Seeking to join the great game.

As you strive to make your claim
Though I don’t remember your name
And there is nobody to blame
When you return home in shame.

You’ll only get what you paid for
Don’t expect any more
Might get your foot through the door
But you won’t get a tour.

Don’t expect it to be fair
No matter how shiny your hair
Nobody listens to your prayer
It usually ends in despair.

I suppose I should share
That to make it is rare
But that would mean I care
And my advice would go nowhere.

You’ll only get what you paid for
Just a small chance to explore
This great game that I adore
Before you end up on the floor.

JPG, May 2020


The Cursed False Dawn Of Autumn

I’m sitting outside, just sipping on a rye
Biting down the urge to let out a war cry
Cursing the sun as it slips out of the sky
Earlier and earlier it waves goodbye.

Trying to maintain some sense of decorum
The summer dissected like a post mortem
As I fill the days to fight off the boredom
Brought on by that cursed false dawn of autumn.

Nearing the time when it turns to Halloween
Waiting for the news of the future vaccine
Aromas all around me start to convene
Roasted nuts that smell as fine as haute cuisine.

I fall into a repetitious routine
Involving hours in front of a large flat screen
As I fill the days to fight off the boredom
Brought on by that cursed false dawn of autumn.

JPG, October 2020


Not Playing With A Full Deck

Saturday night, another bounced cheque
The look she gives says, “you’re kind of a wreck”
Sadly, long gone are the days of low tech
I guess I’m not playing with a full deck.

It was a bargain I thought, cheap as chips
Clever as staring into an eclipse
I might as well start to rely on tips
Grab the pole, tap my feet and swing my hips
Smile and sway towards the beckoning lips
Dreading the moment, the lips change to whips.

Being real would cost an arm and a leg
Living on lunch of nothing but an egg
Might as well try to eat a bloody jpeg
Or I could just sit in the street and beg.

Possible I’m barking up the wrong tree
The wrong choice is almost a guarantee
My angel and devil never agree
Revert to habit and prepare to flee
Dear reader, are you beginning to see
How the cards never seem to fall for me.

Saturday night, another bounced cheque
The look she gives says, “you’re kind of a wreck”
Sadly, long gone are the days of low tech
I guess I’m not playing with a full deck.

JPG, November 2020
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post Jan 3 2021, 09:30 PM
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Welcome back, Burnt Sierra. Some really nice work with the rhyming. And the poems themselves are both haunting and provocative. Nice work!


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post Jan 5 2021, 04:35 PM
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I've never 'spoken' to you online Sierra, but I'm so sorry to hear about your mother. Things really did take many awful turns this year. My family has been rather lucky, but some co-workers have been really hit hard. Poring these poems slowly within that light, yeah, my eyes are damp right now.

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