Fire - Destroyer & Creator

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Bonus twist:

Selected entries can be considered for publication in the next issue of Serendipity Magazine.  Please indicate if you wish to be published (real name or user name, PM me if you wish), which will include a link to your poems here on DUP.

(Hey, some DUP poets were already published! They participated in the "No Air" competition and were published in the last issue for the Element of Air:  [color=Orange]Shaunda, Imago, nikkimoe, Magdalena, mikimoondancer, Alistair Plint, ricecake, Strider, poeticvisionary, LeColonel, Dexsta Ray.  Well done, guys.

You can see this issue here: http://free.yudu.com/item/details/634718/Serendipity-Magazine---Elements-in-Art---A[/color]ir)

I will be choosing a winner here for this forum competition on DUP, but submissions for publication are to be considered by the editorial staff at the magazine.  Anyone interested in more details, please message me or see the magazine blog: http://magserendipity.blogspot.com/2012/12/poetry-challenge-fire.html

Old and new poems accepted
Collaborations accepted
Two weeks
No limit on entries
500 word limit per poem

Thanks for kicking this off, Broomie!

You're on fire, baby.  

Phoenix


Abandonment is the world’s
most commendable artist.
Crosshatching portraits of my
interior psyche in sensitive cerise.
I find his sketches deviously irreversible;
predicting paranoia in raspy voices.

Contour lines repeat in guttural voices:
“We have great plans for you”.
Tense hours of stilted heartbeats
dig their unanimous heel in time's back.
Sooty Stygian canvases break in two;
fiery golden arrows swoop down to
spear me from above.

Where I used to trust
angels slit my throat with malice.
Days bring blazing inferno,
consuming the will to live eagerly
as solemn silences stretch.

I sense vacantly from under my
scorched pile of relics,
that my resistance has fallen
on the battle field.
Dying embers glow red
in my iris's.

Even though wounded endeavors
smoulder the mourning into my eyes.
I'll ascend as a phoenix
out of the firestorm.
Painting myself another new day
in serene blue watercolours.

Thank you for entering the competition, Scribbler, good to see you here.

I will return for this, with me I will bring the wrath of Melek Ta'us, the creator & destroyer, the Father of the highest order of Demons. Commander of Azazel

Bring it, Vegan.  I expect no less.

"A Poet's Dream"

Words float in the air,
Linking together on end,
Darkened ink standing out,
From the blankness all around,
This is a poet's dream,
Dancing through their memory,
Love and happiness,
Pain and agony,
The oxygen to this fire,
A poetic phoenix,
From the ashes of emotions.

Is that the right concept or did I interpret your description wrong?

The Bloodline of the Seven

Enduring the everlasting molestation of flame
The seared flesh an offering to the gates of his domain.
The gates Aha-Neteru lined with hanging corpses of children
His holy hand cast open the gates of death and of fate
Corpses of the seven I must claim!
Those seven of divinity through bloodline of royal
Flesh of the Father brought upon the sacrifical chamber
Seven barren stones lay burden to the Seven
Candles of blackened flame, of poisonous stench
A scorpian writhes under the weary stars
It is now the time - Seven Preists of the seven sects.
Each read of the passages of the Al-Jiwah
Preist of the Heavens read of the first
Him of the Pits of Tartarus read of the flames
That of the Earth must recite that of the third
One of the Seven who is heard in the house of the great one
Must pay homage to the lord Melek Ta'Us, of the holy Al-Jiwah
You are to die, your blood feed oft the roots of this chamber
The seven virgins of royal blood are plunged of sacrifical blade
Seven blades, each Preist is armed.
Reciting together of this world summoning that of the lord!
The centre blood has been spilled
The sign of the Pentagram blood turnth black
The children are to die.
Seven hilts gleam from the seven corpses of the bloodline
Blood traverse the roots, of the centre the corpse of the 13th
That of the Father!
The passages all intertwine, all of the seven read unto thine!
"May the father be summoned, be brought unto this world,
may the father sustain the seven, to reign in glory,
of the bloodline, Rise Melek and reclaim this World!"
The corpses of the Seven merge unto one.
My corpse of the centre, has been possessed.
Blood of the seven leave me not to rest
And Melek Ta'Us has claimed my soul!

Thank you for your entries, Queen of Despair and Vegan!

Admirably ablaze.


Edit:  Please include the titles, if they have one.  Thanks.

Molten


Molten dripping
finding my every
dark cold corner
glowing heat


melting
consuming


hells fire
bringing
a heavenly release
upon his touch


He

the inferno
that thawed my cold lips
cracked the ice in my veins
heated my blood
and brought my heart back to life


Destroying the freeze
that had taken residence
deep in my soul
opening each door
fire travelling
through my chambers


Rigid muscle
finding dormant pastures
waking them
with burning desire


And I

melt into his every whim
a blaze out of control
creating a release
of an unexplainable kind
and with it
a new life