Best Combustion Poems
Atmosfera sniffs
An asphyxiating smoke
Coming from a secret
Fireplace – not a single spark
Is to be seen
She naturally searches
For the bonfire left scorching
By campers in the surviving forest
That grew and selfishly devoured
The entire sylvan dales
And commands her soaring clouds
To scan the flaming, smoking
Spots on the earth and, straightaway,
To spray extinguishing showers
For them to cool down and shiver
But, alas, Atmosfera still sniffs (with rage)
An asphyxiating smoke
Coming from a secret
Fireplace, and not a single spark
Was seen by her soaring clouds
It's a slow soft introduction,
To intense sultry seduction,
Entering worlds
Of heart pumping productions.
That have on more then one occasion,
Lead to total physical destruction.
And still we go there,
Cause we've moved beyond the point,
Where either of us care.
It's all about taking our time,
And getting things just right.
So we can enjoy the rapturous flavors,
Of reaching our climactic heights.
Mmmm baby kiss me one more time,
Mmmmm baby kiss me three more times,
Just one more time!
Baby kiss me again.
Let's see how many laws of gravity,
Our love making can bend.
Cause I swear!,
We are flying.
Flying to places,
Not even the sun and moon could go.
Transcending the heavens,
To only a place,
You and I could know.
Some would call it a miracle,
I just call it us,
Doing what comes naturally,
Enjoying moments of passion,
Till we both combust.
Twin flames
find each others
fire inside.
Feet soles
walk on coals
without pain.
Flames lick
at their legs
scorching heat.
Lava rises
from depth of
their being.
Deep penetration
of burning desire
stokes fire.
Such intensity
eventually leads to
spontanious combustion.
the combustion of combinations of created
An angle of a candle in a demi flux should not be mistaken for tooth floss, cherry pickers, or ironing boards. For the numerous numbers of numerals note noticeable nuances of a nought. And a nought is not a neem or a norm so always string baubles in appropriate fashion when decorating in a seasonal style. So spoke a smoke who was whirling a spoke about in the air whilst carrying some ordered cuisine. Hiding from the mirrors crept a serious serpent in spectacles askew. The smoke glared at this. It did not like serious serpents for serious serpents were quite often servants to sevens and nines who lived in mines of golden authenticity. Authentication is not a noted occurrence in an attic crease and neither in any upstairs upstream window frame either. It is said that when there is rot then to peel away the dirt could expose many mangled marked layers. Bean curd then? Yes. Faces akin to beaming beans. Collective cans causing chaotic catafalque cat claps. When sailing on a big ship of over three hundred thousand acres always play a game of golf when there is a high wind. Good. Now it is time for the littlest production company of hereditary mice to spin, dance and preform aerodynamics in a nice pink caravan at an elevation of two hundred million feet. Sky then? Yes. Wow. The wobble of a jelly with a trifle is most entertaining to regard. Especially when seated on a rusted stallion or a coating of ironic iron. It is to be said that portions of bread and soup can actually point several pistols at once. Thus giving bread and soup a glow of fame for frightening the tablecloths and causing them to swoop over the breads and soups to cover and to swamp and spillage of secretive secretions of liquid jûs in a turreted hat. But please do not trip over that cat over there. He is being used as a giant doorstop. Ha to it all said large farm gatherings. Hahahahaha they all said in great audio reflective fields of moo baa oink quack neigh ee ore. But collectively sounding like a hahaha and a hahaha is not a hard hat hitting heat and nor is it a large six thousand ton hippo genuflecting in a pond of mud. So whirl away then. Good. Z hypothetical Z at six little worms smiling at twelve cute tablemats. X
Spontaneously Spontaneous Combustion
Was a defiant tyrant never reliant or compliant
Had not contemplated or mass educated but under-inflated
Football and is the greatest fib and story ever told
And what will be in far off future about to unfold.
So I am sort of surreptitiously becoming suspicious
Can there actually be a thing you could call competitious
And if it looks like a long lasting example of lunacy
Must I assume that it is associated with asumnacy?
How much longer will you hate to have to have waited
Before all around you I assume has become amalgamated
And if at bottom of sea for how long will remain a boat
Before vibrant Congress decided to bring it up for a vote.
Far, far and further and further out.
James Thomas Horn
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A fragrant vagrant isn't a bad thing it is wise to fill a dolly bag with silver coins. Drooping dressing doopy doggy draperies draped. Cabal cable carnage. How not so idyllic. And a two ton carriage of bees could never really do the twisting dance at a disco. Such is the heavyweight marathon. Stomp swim. Stomp stamp. Wow. Naivety varies amongst tidally adjusted soldier fauna. And be very wary of verification in a smoking tent. Tuna bubbles in a sandstone kebab. The all knowing grape warbles a systematic song of carbon brushes. Oh how the cushion swings with delight. An opposite apothecary of courteous van's. Archaically archived histories are unjustified in tones but mutational racks of fleas can form fresh ground and a format is neither a rock or a deity so therefore skip over fifty nine petals with agility. Erotically placed erosion of a salad dish with slippery large leaf legs. Hahahaha. Dreamy dandelions dangling doves. Clapping custard covering carpets. Xxxx combustion xxxx hahah xxxx
Mildew mops are prevalent only in oily sandstorms. Ah, said the furry scorpion the witche's brew has collapsed causing wisdom from the inner triangular arc. When racing with ducks pay no heed to flapping as water can be corroded from a single feather clap. Frisking in a fragile petal isn't really an issue as arrival of hats signify a reality so absorb the great truths contained in a shell. In one given moment a building could develop sea legs and urchins could wade then do battle in a seven metre pit. Wash away curly costumes and whirl the plugs in a mesmerizing circular formation. Birthing a born book of dreams and eradicating the myths of manifested mobile lie. A peach arriving at a maths table is a pleasant face but sitting in a pattern is nit very wise as alpha rays can digest many underlying weather patterns so why would one belch at an antique watercolour. Mixing monsters and milking moons. Manipulated mannequins of large breasts. Whilst a skirt is thrown away in a wind to reveal silky nectar between thighs with caress of gold and silver tongues. Gates open can close. To beetles eyes remain sealed. No vast unimportant giant's sneeze in a fight for forever sits the governess in charmed tights. Skintight military is a gathering of visionary monks. And lions roar on many boats in the arc of the equator. But semi equilateral is the triangle under which ancient truths are rife. Ingest not a tidally formed pie. Purposes of an organic fruit tree underwater. Cosmetic cats argue over lipstick prices. And markets make a grand exiting bow to a deficit dump in ever increasing noises. Is now or never nowhere and nobody. Painting a hall with a bucket of soda. And dance in hallways of timber. One two three one two three. Count in count down. Radio. Radioactive. Radius. Rid. Rid. Rabbits. Rampant. Ramparts. Rampages. Right. Risky. Rusks. Xx talismanic glows. Xx fireflies. Xx. Combustion
Spontaneous Combustion
I wish I could plan for it.
If so I would burst into flames in the bathtub.
Today I am capable of both unbounded love and murder most foul.
I am experiencing the depth of my weakness and strength.
Temper the mettle of my soul in the fire that consumes.
Regenerates. Purifies.
Fire-fueled glory only exists in the eye of the beholder,
but it's hard to turn that eye on yourself.
Stuck on the runway
Held by chains, eager to fly
Your feet are burning
From all the yearning you will
Spontaneously combust
We go on burning fossil fuel
thinking that nature we can fool.
No lessons do we seem to learn
as more and more carbon we burn.
Despite seeing climate warming
the see-o-two we’re still dumping.
More water vapour in the air
begins to add to our despair.
The rain is pouring more and more
and so we have flooding galore.
And now the glaciers are melting
that leads to sea levels rising.
Will our wise leaders show the way
or with self-interest will they stay?
There is internal combustion
Waiting in my heart
To trigger and blow me to smithereens
It pulsates when people get mean with each other
Lashing out, screaming unkind things,
Threatening and intimidating others.
I can no longer watch the news
Because of the horribleness of it
Because it hurts me
Blowing my heart to smithereens
tactic twain trudging
eerie earth moaning
gaunt goddesses grooving
per punctured feelings
on hoisted hankerings
seeped'n salient scrunchies
then mystic metamorphosis
by bully bewitched
callous crest castrating
foil fates fostering:
fighting fortune furiously
nocturnal nature spilled
callous chaos's combustion
war met leisure.
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~Note~ Inspired by Rosalind, Celia and Touchstone's arguments about Fortune and Nature as goddesses. I thereby present a fight between them. They'll keep contending though. No one to lose to the other.
From William Shakespeare's "As You like It".
burning love
makes a heart
turn into
spontaneous
combustion
fiery flames
ignited by
friction of
two lovers
who cannot
live without
the other
skin so hot
at the touch
engulfing souls
who become
welded as one
Make a resolution you know you will keep
Think deep
Create a goal you seek
Let it be something to fulfill
At will
Think and plan
Carefully work towards at your demand
Follow through
You know what you need to do
Resolutions can be made or broken
The words have spoken
What you decide is what you provide
A resolution is something that will always reside.
Combustion Burning
Fire
chemically ignited
light, heat, and smoke
the burning blaze infernal
inferno
8/3/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©