Best Fan The Flame Poems
Inside a Sears store, at age 14,
I stopped to stare, with others there, in awe. . .
A dream achieved was on a TV screen:
Man’s first walk on the moon is what we saw.
Two decades passed, and I, then 35,
had lived thus far to see a mighty fall -
A celebration broadcast world-wide live:
The Cold War’s end; down came the Berlin Wall.
Born when the fight for Civil Rights began,
I’ve seen folks hated for their darker skin.
When I was 53, a black man ran
for president; the whole world saw him win!
Three things incredible in history
I’ve seen, which fan the flame of hope in me!
For Brian Strand's
A JEWEL IN YOUR CROWN any theme/form max 14 lines Poetry Contest
Our lives could never be the same
When tasting love that knows no shame
Or self restrain; we both give in
To the strong urge that flows within
As we let go out of control
And fan the flame of burning coal
Knowing full well this is no game
Our lives could never be the same.
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19th October 2014
Contest: 8 Lines 7 Words Enjambment
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Fan the flame that burns within,
If we’ve found love it can’t be sin.
Your touch makes my heart take flight,
To suffer that which seems so right.
I long to touch you when we meet,
But take the path of sad retreat.
You cannot know just how to find,
Things that hurt my troubled mind.
All that is should not have been,
For that which was is but a dream.
For those who love but have much pride,
Are those who jest and set aside.
No need to fan the flame so blue,
For shades of dark have hurt the hue;
But in my heart I call your name,
For in my soul there’s too much pain.
When in doubt, write about love
A real good theme to follow
A popular dream known the world over
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
You can never ever really go wrong
Writing about love and passion
We crave the love of another human being
It will never go out of fashion
The words will always just seem to flow
Without ever searching in vain
A natural instinct we forever rely on
Takes so little to fan the flame
All through my life, I've forever been
In love with the passion of love
Some are born with it while others are not
I have never needed a shove
So when in doubt, write about love
It will always have a likability
As well as that you'll expose your heart
To show you're vulnerability
what will you be remembered for when you have passed away?
what do you think most people will probably have to say?
what things would you like to be most memorialized about?
what things about you would your friends and family shout out?
what have you accomplished in life? what good works and deeds have you done?
where you a devoted servant of God or a disobedient one?
what significant mark on this world do you hope to leave?
will there be anyone around who for you will mourn or grieve?
will you have touched any souls or enriched any minds?
what type of lasting and living legacy will you leave behind?
when it comes time to take that final ride in that black stretch limo
what of your life's accomplishments will you want people to know?
for as naked as the day that you first appeared on this earth
what bare facts do you wish people would remember about you first?
a lasting and living legacy, your entry in the book of eternal life
will it be a legacy as a disciple of the Lord Jesus Christ
to have been a member of the family of the Most Holy Lord
to have been one who was called to come and get aboard
for you can't bargain, you can't scheme and to Him you cannot bribe
to have a place in God's heart where only truth and goodness reside
so as you travel your life's journey keep God always on your mind
don't sweat the small stuff not buy into the devil's lies
now turn to your sons, to your daughters, nieces and nephews
the future generation you need to reach out to
the children, the continuous legacy of our very lives
our children, the next generation of servants for Jesus Christ
introduce them to the Lord and leave a faith in them so strong
show them that your life was a living testimony to the Kingdom of which you belonged
let the children know that God has given them love, power and self-discipline
show them that there's nothing to fear but fear in the end
help them discover the gift to them that God did give
their true purpose, passion and destiny for which they should live
tell them that this faith has always been in your family
the inheritance of belief a lasting and living legacy
pass the baton of faith so your memory will keep on living
fan the flame of faith that which to you God has given
a strong belief system that you will pass on down the line
by living and leaving a legacy that will be remembered for all time
The deal is done you’ve sold your soul,
hurled yourself into a pit of coal,
whirling like a dervish you fan the flame,
each time he invokes his unholy game.
In a ball gown made of funeral palls,
you dance with the devil each time he calls.
Entranced by his rhythmic violin,
you live a life of perfect sin.
You lie and cheat, your wish is his pleasure,
have everything you want, wine, women and treasure.
You believe it’s right even though it’s wrong
now Satan’s the singer and you’re the song.
But soon the glitter will turn to dust,
the gold and silver he promised will turn to rust.
As you twist and writhe he’ll revel as you burn,
for this is a lesson you’ll never learn.
To the devils tune you dance so well
yet you wonder why you’re still in hell.
“You”
So you break
and the life of you
falls through
the cracks in
the floor
you become
invisible to all
just like a ghost
walking through
walls
silently
you watch
and
silently
you learn
and the softness
that ethereal core
apple seed
hidden in the
hardness of you
it wakes
and it grows
slowly a small life
unfurls
it blooms
there is a
strength in you
that you never knew
some small Light
in you remains
Darkness came
to fan the flame,
lit “Love “,
to lead you
back to
You
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
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“Extreme Ways”/Moby
https://youtu.be/bMgVjXpoKgQ
“It’s the hard things that break;
soft things don’t break.
It was an epiphany I had today
and I just wonder why
it took me so very, very long to see it.
You can waste so many years of your life
trying to become something hard
in order not to break;
but it’s the soft things that can’t break.
The hard things are the ones
that shatter into a million pieces.”
I
are you ready to play with words and games of the soul....to bring out the
labyrinth that is within the sacred soul??
w/U absolutely
I can start with chimes of alter mimes within my alter rhyme
ok
a shoot of expectation....uprooting congregation....my own ramification of self
altercation...the way I fan the flame
the utmost juxtapose...the beginning of our game
gimme a word,though even if absurd....and I'll reply in time
YES
gimme a subject, and I'll congregate...verbs and nouns to subjagate...places to
fill with mynd
Love
love entangled, be it obtuse...let's say it's a caboose....of a place we may contain
I'll seclude it to a space, where we can't replace...where there can't be an easy
refrain...
more
gimme more...and I'll abhore more words and junctures to place within...I'm
waiting on a whim...the space I'll call " to win"
one word is all I ask.. and we'll drink upon the flask...together on the clouds...a
placement of feelings, fragments...a war of truth and wills
heart
a heart can only beat itself....like lonely Irish elfs....misunderstanding value...of
which way to go.;...the non = ending ebb and flow...I want to understand where
these feelings come from...
are they derived from lonliness or boredom...in the back room or corridor...a
package of the heart...where do feelings start?:
adjudication and frustration is what I feel constantly....the placement of my
feelings a continual
mystery...
I love the way U write, have I told U that?
am I manic or just a substantial panic - meister....can I ever kick this system in
the ****...thats what I want to observe...
I'm more intense in person...and I don't mean to make tensions worsen...I only
wish to widen the width of this scythe...
I like the way U talk
that is why I keep talking to U
The lawyer`s reward
A big tragedy happened churches were full of
kneeling people to make them humble in God`s eyes
they pray all day sincerely but nevertheless show
show observance for the plane that fell.
Prayers turn to anger compensation in the air no fuel
in the plane, we deserve money for our loss
the Lord is replaced by the aroma of moral reward to
overcome loss, lawyers, and vultures of death, step in
what could have been fixed in weeks takes years they
Fan the flame of injustice. Finally, a deal is struck,
but when the lawyers get them the fee there is less than
the mourners expected the buzzards had won a victory
the dearly departed have become something written in
a document to sign and money paid and the ambulance
chasers can seek out another target of an accident
Hope is where the heart is.
Listen to it beating in the
chasm of longevity.
Palpitation of expectation.
Trusting when all seems lost.
Hope beats eternal.
Marching through endless
days of hopelessness.
Tattered banner unfurled
and waving in the wind.
Fluttering when all seems lost.
Hope is still here somewhere
in this wayward puzzled world.
Its held in love, in faith
and trust, annihilating fear.
Its planted in the soil of soul
and tramped on the path of freedom.
It gasps with every new born breath.
It laughs with children.
It clings to medical advancement
and roars with every cure.
It may be just a flicker.
Its up to us to fan the flame.
Was Lennon's death a nations shame?
The question is, why did he die?
Psychotic dreams were thought to blame.
His stance on peace, did fan the flame.
The assassin said that John did lie.
Was Lennon's death a nations shame?
Mark shot him down, then seeking fame,
He read 'The Catcher in the Rye'.
Psychotic dreams were thought to blame.
New York had staged it's 'national game'.
Conspiracy was a theory, 'why'
Was Lennon's death a nations shame?
With rumours rife, some gave a name,
As coded transcripts did imply.
Psychotic dreams were thought to blame.
By exploitation, did they frame
A mindless act, whoever by?
Was Lennon's death a nations shame?
Psychotic dreams were said to blame.
I wrote this in march 2014. but i thought it might upset some people.
If so my apologies to anyone offended
Pilot Bob, he's a little off course.
Fell off the face of the planet.
I heard it from a reliable source.
They're all wondering if he didn't plan it.
Pilot Bob, he's gaining altitude.
Disassociation's his middle name.
Some people say he's kind of rude.
They blame him for his lonely game.
Pilot Bob, grips the controls so tight.
Doesn't know what's up or down.
Darkness just seems to cloud the suns light.
So confused his smiles turned into a frown.
Pilot Bob, is flying all alone.
Been at it so long, it's all just the same.
Nothing seems important, doesn't answer the phone.
He's getting cold, no one to fan the flame.
Pilot Bob, he wants to land.
His wings are quivering and he's afraid he'll crash.
But he wants to pull his head out of the sand.
So his life doesn't end up in the trash.
When life is pressing down on you,
And nothing’s going right.
When you feel, you’ve had enough,
And lack the will to fight.
When everything you seem to do,
Has no affect at all.
When you’re really at rock bottom,
And there’s nowhere left to fall.
What can you do, where can you go,
How do you start again?
How can you lift your spirit up,
When broken by life’s pain?
Struggle for your inner self,
Then clutch at it, and pray,
To turn the tide, that washed you down,
And make it flow ‘your’ way.
Remember when your drowning in,
The dregs of your life’s cup.
That things cannot get any worse,
The ‘only’ way is up.
Although you feel, life’s let you down,
And racked your soul with pain.
There’s nothing more that can go wrong,
But everything to gain.
Rekindle now that tiny spark,
The one that’s deep within.
It’s still alight and burning there,
Although it’s growing dim.
For once you fan the ‘flame of life’,
This flame, like any fire,
Is never satisfied to glow,
But wants to burn much higher.
An ember dampened by the rain,
May blaze again one day.
It just needs you, to seek it out,
Before it’s washed away.
Burning, although slow at first
This ember will ignite
Then rising from your darkest hour,
Once more you'll join the light.
Ivor G Davies
The glass of wine drinks a murmur of light,
dusts tablecloth with a reflected blush,
a glow of cerise on a linen face.
Garnet slowly seeps from the crisp white face
as you sip wine brushed with a swirl of light.
Across your cheeks unfurls a furtive blush.
Your lush lashes fan the flame of your blush,
pull a veil vermillion over your face,
touch your neckline with a faint rouge of light,
and hushed light swoons from the blush on your face.
Since you’ve gone it’s gotten dark, my minds a swirling haze.
There ain’t no moon or rising sun to tell my night from days.
I walk around like I’m dead whispering your name.
Pretty soon I’m gonna freeze numb from all the pain.
Somebody build a fire
Somebody fan a flame
Heat up this cold desire
Quick-frozen in my brain
Melt me down and love me
I’m about to go insane
Somebody light a fire
Somebody fan a flame
The part of me that wants you back keeps chipping at the bone.
You’re like a demon in my head that’s turning me to stone.
And everyday I get colder. There’s granite in my eyes.
I’m afraid it won’t be much longer before you kill me with your lies.
Somebody build a fire
Somebody fan a flame
Heat up this cold desire
Quick-frozen in my brain
Melt me down and love me
I’m about to go insane
Somebody light a fire
Somebody fan the flame
It’s crazy, but you’re in my blood, deep frozen in my veins.
Every time I inhale a breath it’s like breathing icy rain.
I’ve got to stop wanting you. You’re poison as cocaine.
I should run like hell the other way. This kind of love’s deranged.
God knows I should abstain…
Somebody build a fire
Somebody fan a flame
Heat up this cold desire
Quick-frozen in my brain
Melt me down and love me
I’m about to go insane
Somebody light a fire
Somebody fan a flame