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A collection of poetry by Paul Zeppelin that speak to his life experiences and philosophy
This is the 9th book of poetry which explores life and its experiences. It expresses the poet’s philosophy and observations of life and interactions.

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Publié par	iUniverse
Date de parution	21 juin 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781663253941
Langue	English

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BURNING BRIDGES

COMMEDIES DELL’ARTE

PAUL ZEPPELIN

BURNING BRIDGES COMMEDIES DELL’ARTE

Copyright © 2023 Paul Zeppelin.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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iUniverse rev. date: 06/16/2023

Also by Paul Zeppelin
Shattered Silence
Naked Trees
Evasive Paradise
Eternal Carnival
Fading Lights
Unpainted Portraits
Unknown Pathways
Sinless Mirrors
Contents
Prologue
Epigram

A Gap
Absurd
Ailment
Amen
Apocalypse
Axioms
Bards
Beer Truck
Blamelessness
Boulders
Canaries
Cherries
Compared
Crying Candles
Dart
Divorce
Enthusiastic Reader
Equilibrium
Fainted Light
Few Thoughts
First
Forgot
Gambling
Glory
Great Divides
He Winked
Homesick Traveler
Impenetrable Wall
Jailbirds
Kitchen Sink
Lifer
Mailman
Mistakes
Much Younger
My Mexican friends
Naughty Wink
Nocturne
Oops
Past
Planet Earth
Price
Quiet Dove
Remorseless Sinners
Ridges
Santa
Single Barrell
Squeaky Floor
Swivel
The Shade
Tightly Locked
Town Sleeps
Two Hooves
Upstairs
Wasted Chances
Yardstick
A Riddle
Afterlife
Alone
Anesthetics
Augean Stables
Backpack
Basic Math
Bench
Blue Moon
Brown Eyes
Ceaseless Marathon
Childlike Man
Competition
Crystal Ball
Deaf Stranger
Dixie
Egg
Epigone
Espresso
Fallen Heroes
Fig Leaf
Flying Kites
Fragile Kinship
Gent
Glowing Place
Green
Hefty Drink
Horoscope
Incoherent Dots
Journey
Lear
Locust
Masses
Deaf Stranger
Mistreated
Mud
My Window
Near Me
Nostalgic Pains
Others Cry
Peers
Plans
Protracted Childhood
Reins
Revolutions
Rougher
Semaphore
So Long
Steering Wheel
My Tale
This Hook
Too Late
Truths
Unique Concern
Via Delarosa
Wisely Masked
Abandoned Craters
Acquittal
Advice
Aloneness
Amazing Void
Ancient Dance
Another Epigram
Answers
Armageddon
Artists
Asking Price
Autumn
Awfully Brittle
Bagels
Balance
Bangkok
Beaming Yolk
Beaten Paths
Beautiful
Because
Benign
Betrayal
Between
Birthday
Blindfolded Truth
Border Sheriff
Bottom Line
Broken Mast
Bullfights
Burden
Carnage
Chances
Chancing
Chessboard
Chosen Aim
Claims
Cliffhanger
Come True
Constant Dread
Cosmic
Crated
Cruelty
Cry
Cutting Edge
Daily Yarn
Dancing Candlelight
Dancing
Deafness
Delirium
Deliriums
Devil
Dew
Doubts
Dream
Drift Away
Eerie Smokes
Ego Wins
Eighty Six
Elegy
Entirely Free
Erratic Sky
Exhausted Soul
Existential Despair
Eye to Eye
Faith
Falling Snowflakes
Fated Roles
Fermented
Fiction
Filigree
Film Noir
Final Flight
Final Whistle
Fishless Nets
Foggy Senses
Folly
Forbidden Fruits
Forgotten Art
Fraternity
Freezing Kiss
From Within
Frustration
Genetics
Giant
Giftwrap
Gloom
Gloomy Downfall
Glowing Place
God Grins
Golden Dime
Golden Idols
Gourmet Recipe
Gowns
Great Sapphire
Happy Eighth
Has Gone
Haunted
Heavy Pestle
Hero
Hive
Homage to Pablo Neruda
Human Lives
Humble Bard
I Slept
Imaginary Wins
Infamous Apple
Infinity
Innuendo
Intoxicated
Kingpin
Knell
Lady Pig
Lampoon
Life
Linguistic Pulp
Literary Damper
Long Distance
Lost
Lullaby
Manners
Merriment
Millennials
Mirrors
Misty Caves
Moments
Morbid Wit
Mother
Moving Target
My Barge
My Dimes
My Existence
My God
Myths
Never Soar
Noose
Orchids
Parisian Smells
Pity
Predicted
Quest
Relentless
Remember This
Ridge
Routine
Sarcasm
Singing Swan
Something New
Stooges
Sunrise
The Letter
Tombstone
Too Often
Trusted Thief
Ultimate Inmate
Untarnished
Venus Stripped
Wicked Whiff
Wedding Carriage
Warped Mirrors
Vodka Tsar
Venetian Masquerade
Vacant Inns
Unraveled Quilts
Unending Journey
Two Sides
Tunnel Ended
Trembling Shoulders
Treasure Trough
Tray
Too Far
Tomorrows
Ties
Ticket
Three Apples
Thorns
The Bucket
Tequila
Ten Inches
Talents
Subconscious
Stubbornly Unbowed
Streetlight
Stooges
Still Soar
Spring
Somber Night
My Hearse
My Tale
My Word
Nail
Name Engraved
Nameless
Nightly Breeze
Nipples
Nobody Follows
Nocturnal Cat
Nuisance
Old Epigram
Older Broom
Paradise
Paradox
Perhaps
Pessimist
Pinnacle
Portrait
Pose
Prayer
Precaution
Psalms
Reasons
Regrettably
Result
Rides
Ripen Figs
Roman Holiday
Sadness
Salvation
Seven
Shoved
Siberian Shaman
Ebbs
Healed
Journey
Solitude

Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Prologue
I see my verses as a current of fresh, often unique ideas,
tightly intertwined with our sincere and ageless emotions.
I hope you like to read them and cross the creek with care.
Epigram
I calmly woke this morning
Alone, without anybody near,
I knew, it was a timely warning,
It was up-to-date Paul Revere:
“Your loneliness is coming,
Your loneliness is coming,
Don’t wait, keep running!!!”

A Gap
I will keep dancing,
The melody is on,
I am already facing
My farewell dawn.
I wish I had a father
Who didn’t drink so much,
I had a perfect mother,
She was a real saint,
If they exist as such,
What’s good for the geese
Is good for a gander,
I’ll enjoy my life, I won’t surrender;
The second mouse gets the cheese.
No one can jump across a gap
In two half-jumps.
What is a price of victory and fame?
We jump over the tongues of flame,
And reach the edge of glory. Divorce
Divorce.
Immediately thereafter
Sand castles slid into the sea
That didn’t have the fish to fry…
Conditional remorse?
Fear, cry, a bitter laughter?
She left; I carry a black eye,
The night descended on my glee.

The end of race. The end of story.
Absurd
My verses-horses left the barn,
For me, it is a bitter pill to swallow.
I am not a pioneer; I humbly follow;
And yet, I daily spin my literary yarn.
So many times I heard,
Poor beggars can’t be choosers,
But even at the happy end,
I’d rather have a little bird in hand.
That’s worth an eagle in the bush.
Just mark my word:
Life morphs
The winners into the losers,
Life morphs
Our way of life into a wild absurd.
Ailment
I trawl my happy days in muddy waters,
I raised some pennies, but no quarters.
I witnessed bloody fights
Between my thoughts
Entirely opposite at times,
I saw the darkness killed the lights,
I saw the never-ending crimes
Under the handmade quilts of nights.
Take off your mask,
And you will face the truth;
It’s different for everyone
But what’s beyond?
A chaos, a nightmare, a void?
Take my advice:
The truth in only known to the Lord,
You settle for the lies.
I plow my mind,
I search for a new idea,
I still am empty-handed,
There is no cure, no panacea
For ailment, that is unbranded.
Amen
I reinvented Our Father’s Prayer;
Allow me to quote how it begins:
“Our Father in the skies,
Take care of our cries,
Forget our sinless mirrors,
Forgive us our sins,
Remember our heroes…”
It’s pure, there’s no hidden layer.
The temper of the times demands
Our hearts, our eyes, our ears…
No pep talks and no marching bands,
No doubts and no self-inflicted fears…
We sin now and then…
Amen.

Apocalypse
Apocalypse
Postponed;
The horses didn’t come;
They courteously phoned
Or rather tried:
They moved their

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