Long Poems About Fire
#fire
Dream In An Old-Timey Air-Raid Rathole Shelter
A single-cell jiggle'jerk
joke
got told upon me some days ago.
So
much fun it was that i became wetted
of trou.
(Pants to ye bloody
'mericans).
A populist priest tried to tidy me up (go down, Moses)
with an ancient loincloth said to once
have been...
joke
got told upon me some days ago.
So
much fun it was that i became wetted
of trou.
(Pants to ye bloody
'mericans).
A populist priest tried to tidy me up (go down, Moses)
with an ancient loincloth said to once
have been...
#dreams
#war
#fire
#art
#nightmares
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Sunset
Drawn forth across our skies
Chariots of fire bleed within your eyes
Reflections of the day as it sets to die
Giving rise to a quiet murmur
Taking song amongst dusks calling
Ebbing towards defiant longing
A final wish to parts your lips
Is laid within ascending night
Cast in a light from the remnants of elements
Crowned with stars we lie between
Blooded skies and reddened embers
The burning leaves of trees
An echo of the scenes
A silent veil of day fades away
As shadows fingers strip with ease
The cage of bonds that...
Chariots of fire bleed within your eyes
Reflections of the day as it sets to die
Giving rise to a quiet murmur
Taking song amongst dusks calling
Ebbing towards defiant longing
A final wish to parts your lips
Is laid within ascending night
Cast in a light from the remnants of elements
Crowned with stars we lie between
Blooded skies and reddened embers
The burning leaves of trees
An echo of the scenes
A silent veil of day fades away
As shadows fingers strip with ease
The cage of bonds that...
#love
#erotic
#sky
#night
#fire
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LOVE’S a tenseless sapience, spirals in as concrete NOW of a daily existential reeling realm's dream dejavu
I i n h a l e you.....
in each finely enmeshing deep breaths
from my serially sizzly popping in, the
starry burning foresting micro-embers
holy smoking vanakkam charcoal lungs
in a yogic metamorphosing transcendence
when the fecking all and nil
of such a grandly elevating
coital coalescing atmospheric
becomes
(y)our wholesome incensing expanse
as spread out singing sigmoidal skies
filters off
its darkly whirling clouded cocktail dusts...
in each finely enmeshing deep breaths
from my serially sizzly popping in, the
starry burning foresting micro-embers
holy smoking vanakkam charcoal lungs
in a yogic metamorphosing transcendence
when the fecking all and nil
of such a grandly elevating
coital coalescing atmospheric
becomes
(y)our wholesome incensing expanse
as spread out singing sigmoidal skies
filters off
its darkly whirling clouded cocktail dusts...
#love
#birds
#fire
#faith
#spiritual
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Harvesting The Storm
I was brought to this place
as a rain storm, in an exodus,
in a grand hope of a people
the color of another storm
that used to destroy
to make room for new life.
I was born in a land by the
ocean, surrounded by palms;
trees not native to the land.
Of bean fields and eucalyptus
& pepper trees, and makeshift
film studios in barns, paying
the extras in coin realm, before
the First World War and talkies.
And migrant workers in pickup
trucks, with their straw hats
&...
as a rain storm, in an exodus,
in a grand hope of a people
the color of another storm
that used to destroy
to make room for new life.
I was born in a land by the
ocean, surrounded by palms;
trees not native to the land.
Of bean fields and eucalyptus
& pepper trees, and makeshift
film studios in barns, paying
the extras in coin realm, before
the First World War and talkies.
And migrant workers in pickup
trucks, with their straw hats
&...
#storm
#fire
#memories #FreeVerse
#memories #FreeVerse
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The New Norm
( prose poetry )
There’s a ubiquitous stain throughout the house, in every room. A brown sepia that comes from the fires blazing over the low summits of hills from the coastline on a regular basis. The windows are perpetually shut tight but still the stench of burnoff seeps in. The ocean’s sea breeze has long become a wet-dream memory.
Supper has long gone cold and sits abandoned in the small gas stove. It’s been an hour since she drew herself a bath only to lay her bareness across the double bed; its sheets disheveled and matted from the morning’s...
There’s a ubiquitous stain throughout the house, in every room. A brown sepia that comes from the fires blazing over the low summits of hills from the coastline on a regular basis. The windows are perpetually shut tight but still the stench of burnoff seeps in. The ocean’s sea breeze has long become a wet-dream memory.
Supper has long gone cold and sits abandoned in the small gas stove. It’s been an hour since she drew herself a bath only to lay her bareness across the double bed; its sheets disheveled and matted from the morning’s...
#hate
#marriage
#fire #prose
#fire #prose
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A SPA-WNTANEOUS AWAKENING (6-19-19, 2:23pm, Palm Springs, California)
upon
sitting down
chin deep
submerged
in my nightly
105° spa
all these sudden
ohhhhhhs
ahhhhhhs
oooohhhs
mmmmms
spontaneously
arose
instantly
up from
the overwhelmed
core heart being
of me
from my
physical spiritual
whole
triggered
and released
by all these
thousands
of turbulently
explosive
heated bubbles
forcefully
pummeling me
from all sides
underwater
swirling
embracing ...
sitting down
chin deep
submerged
in my nightly
105° spa
all these sudden
ohhhhhhs
ahhhhhhs
oooohhhs
mmmmms
spontaneously
arose
instantly
up from
the overwhelmed
core heart being
of me
from my
physical spiritual
whole
triggered
and released
by all these
thousands
of turbulently
explosive
heated bubbles
forcefully
pummeling me
from all sides
underwater
swirling
embracing ...
#earth
#stars
#fire #water
#fire #water
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The world is brutally f**king us all; relentlessly...

#fire
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Her True Needs

#love
#LifeStruggles
#fire
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My Deepest Fears

#happiness
#courage
#erotic
#fire
#sensual
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Conversation for another day
It's a sick feeling in your gut, words with no where to place them.
It's the silence but hearing your veins shiver a thousand screams.
It's all the loving, it love, it's infinate and it's shaking.
It's a sick feeling in your gut , knowing you need to be free.
It's a warm tingle down the back of your neck all down into your spine.
Reminding you to stay align, to fight for what is right.
It's a warm feeling all inside your eyes, almost to wet to call dry yet to dry to be wet.
Its the sizzling fog running around...
It's the silence but hearing your veins shiver a thousand screams.
It's all the loving, it love, it's infinate and it's shaking.
It's a sick feeling in your gut , knowing you need to be free.
It's a warm tingle down the back of your neck all down into your spine.
Reminding you to stay align, to fight for what is right.
It's a warm feeling all inside your eyes, almost to wet to call dry yet to dry to be wet.
Its the sizzling fog running around...
#fire
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Trading Ash Tray Futures
Top drawer
Top Hat(Top
This
Top That.
He shat his pants
for
( the Glory of) The Queen today,
and no one gave
a second sniff, (No one
even wondered) why.)
Protocol y'know? Cannot deviate Protocol for shit nor...
Top Hat(Top
This
Top That.
He shat his pants
for
( the Glory of) The Queen today,
and no one gave
a second sniff, (No one
even wondered) why.)
Protocol y'know? Cannot deviate Protocol for shit nor...
#earth
#storm
#fire
#water
#travel
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A Battle of Nature
I threw the book into the flames to watch it burn,
Full of scorn.
The pages did curl,
Before burning, the book made me want to hurl.
I had no other option.
I prodded it with the iron,
To make sure it was consumed,
By the flames, it was illumed.
The fire grew, and an ember hit the carpet, and it began to consume,
I jumped up in fright,
This is not right,
The flame bacame a fire whirl!
Within the flames, I was sure I saw the silhouette of a girl.
I ran to the stairs...
We don't have stairs... ...
Full of scorn.
The pages did curl,
Before burning, the book made me want to hurl.
I had no other option.
I prodded it with the iron,
To make sure it was consumed,
By the flames, it was illumed.
The fire grew, and an ember hit the carpet, and it began to consume,
I jumped up in fright,
This is not right,
The flame bacame a fire whirl!
Within the flames, I was sure I saw the silhouette of a girl.
I ran to the stairs...
We don't have stairs... ...
#rain
#storm
#fire
#wind
#nature
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Fire