Long Poems About Fire
#fire
Aries...
First Sign of the Zodiac March 21st-April 19th~depending on the year~
Created among Mars icy canyons a fiery flame of white-hot heat sparked Aries into existence
My aggressiveness
my domineering airs my very essence whispers to one and all seek tolerance seek patience
for my worth depends upon it
Infused by birthright with fights inner battle cry a mighty and fierce warrior most noble and true charges leading all into the calamitous fray of blood soaked battlefields
Creations first Zodiac Alpha you can trust...
Created among Mars icy canyons a fiery flame of white-hot heat sparked Aries into existence
My aggressiveness
my domineering airs my very essence whispers to one and all seek tolerance seek patience
for my worth depends upon it
Infused by birthright with fights inner battle cry a mighty and fierce warrior most noble and true charges leading all into the calamitous fray of blood soaked battlefields
Creations first Zodiac Alpha you can trust...
#universe
#fire
#astrology
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Story Poem, Nr.01 — Flaming Ada
Flaming Ada loved her job
she was a Fire-Eater
performed in many circuses -
a happy human heater
she set the hearts of men ablaze
with all her daring tricks
and many would propose to her
but she’d have none of it
“I’m Flaming Ada” she’d reply
I do not need a man
and if they come too close to me
I’ll fry them if I can”
But then one day she met young Tim
a man who swallowed swords
and Ada fell in love with him
and he...
she was a Fire-Eater
performed in many circuses -
a happy human heater
she set the hearts of men ablaze
with all her daring tricks
and many would propose to her
but she’d have none of it
“I’m Flaming Ada” she’d reply
I do not need a man
and if they come too close to me
I’ll fry them if I can”
But then one day she met young Tim
a man who swallowed swords
and Ada fell in love with him
and he...
#love
#relationships
#LifeCycle
#fire
#rhyming
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A Parting Curse
The Lucerne folks had duly made
A worthy build of lumber stacked
At center place of public square,
And be in Pilates‘ presence there.
A woman not of tender years,
But comely handsome in her prime.
Her flowing hair, the crucifix,
Would soon be smold'ring candle wicks.
And as the morning sun arose,
The prisoner escorted thus,
Was jeered at by the jostled crowd
That started chanting, each aloud:
"Burn the witch! Burn the witch!" they said,
"Stoke flames until she's proper dead!"
The woman robed in black...
A worthy build of lumber stacked
At center place of public square,
And be in Pilates‘ presence there.
A woman not of tender years,
But comely handsome in her prime.
Her flowing hair, the crucifix,
Would soon be smold'ring candle wicks.
And as the morning sun arose,
The prisoner escorted thus,
Was jeered at by the jostled crowd
That started chanting, each aloud:
"Burn the witch! Burn the witch!" they said,
"Stoke flames until she's proper dead!"
The woman robed in black...
#fire
#pagan
#witches
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Fire