Best Cindered Poems

...It consumes
                                                      A flash burning
                                                        Scarlet white
                                            ......

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...The world seems to be quiet and out of its mind
Not to mention the words that aren’t kind
Messages that won’t complete the good thought
Bringing cold air and the barren nature she sough......

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“Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red angels wait to pick remains
The cindered shoulder
Of confused men” 
(Peter Murphy)
 




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...Ride, ride, ride thou figure from the East
In thy curse hath many a mother wept
On thy brow the furrows of distant steppes
Yield unto a steely mask of doom
Destruction follows in thy path and yet......

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...Fstop. (SNAP!)

our moment.

our pier.
in a split second, 
a single-slipped ray
of animation 
senses and egresses
ambient light  
into the 
cauterized bloodstream 
of two enamored
lovers......

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...I used to say I love you, many years ago –
My passion-cries were wings of flight!
Like burning arrows pierced upon a snowy night,
I loosed my songs to let you know.

So long ago! So many years w......

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...He said, “Yes, I flew a fighter plane over the hills, and the people 
were running, they were just people, they were villagers, not soldiers, 
they were running away,”

and a tear came to his eye......

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...Spaces like Life

Your death is no spectacle. It will unfold itself ceremoniously
like a soft-sweater worn and discarded because of a snag
I walk in a ghetto in the black of night, chunks of asph......

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...Through the hills within the woods of a mountain's slithering slopes,
A road winds its way, on which rides a car driven by a misanthrope. 

Plucking from his pocket a pack of poison sticks with on......

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...Torturous curves bending vision,
twisting to hide beyond today
what the prism of the future
holds captive down the whispered way.
Lost to us Love's fledgling glory,
gazing too long at cindered s......

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...REMEMBER.


Remember
Poetry is the blood of your visions
It rips you apart against
The torrid consolidations of mundane
Strengths elongated in the retinues
Sparked for uncertain verses in tri......

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...We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow 
 of a nascent union. 
Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers 
over the rose inside my heart,
shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire,
gliding through the tundr......

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...The Final Strokes

The many hued sparklers were dappling the almost cindered sky
Turning the sunset from gilded gold to ochery orange.
Michael Angelo's brushes were yet busy with his final stroke......

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...That day before I crossed you
I saw the Thames
Where Wordsworth stood alone
To pour his heart upon the wave.
And I open mouthed wondered 
By the banks
Of endless history
For ever intransigent
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...Remember
Poetry is the blood of your visions
It rips you apart against
The torrid consolidations of mundane
Strengths elongated in the retinues
Sparked for uncertain verses in trials.

It want......

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