Best Fan The Flames Poems
If words could envelop fire,
I’d whisper softly into a quiet
note and let the pyre in my
lonely coffer spill out it’s smokey dispatch.
Letting pathos glow inside carrion’s beat,
I would endeavor this note reach a messenger
with quick feet, so that you would read it before
I became nothing more than a ruin,
damned by it’s own occasion.
I would speak with a gentle urgency,
through teeth like embers of brimstone.
" Let not your tender humor steer you
in a direction that would wilt us both.
Fan the flames that have consumed me,
It’s a burn that fuels our passion
I love you and the pain that you bring,
you are the brightness in the sky,
and the darkness of night.
You are the sting of broken flesh,
and the sweet release of blood that flows.
You are the healing of my blackened benevolence,
and the anger in my wisdom.
You are my second eye,
and my heaviest anchor.
You are the spark,
and the kindle.
You are my Queen.”
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
Babes. Raised to outfit an agenda. The element of nature versus nurture. A pitbull is a dog like any other as is a Jew is a human like any other. Babes. Any dog any human, raised to be a weapon will be lethal. Babes. Any dog any human honed like a tool sharpened like a blade loaded like a gun is capable of being wielded. Babes. Breed bans and antisemitism feed ignorance punish innocence and fan the flames of the wielder’s fire. Babes. However destroyed at least the dogs do not have their humanity to lose.
on shredded babies
of pitbulls and zionists ~
monsters made not born
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Why should I be as one to veileth
herself, asking God, why thy Lilith?
You who made me of filth and impure sediment
Unlike the first man, made of dust or earth
What cause am I to deserve bedevilment?
Beneath him I am bitter like the root of myrrh
Snake charmer with cymbals
capture's men devout to her
Spell binding for the lout
A silky veil of crimson
drapes her luminous skin
Like the blood seen
from many a slayed men
Zills made of human bones
Imprinted are erotic symbols
Shrouded are her features
Lacen'd silk brush velvet lips
Intensity blazes as
sparkling ebony eyes appear
Raven hair flows wild
like glossy black feathers,
Bare feet buried in nights cool sand,
Swaying hips from side to side
Alluring goddess, she ascends to the sky
Her wings fan the flames
traversing through ancient Syria
Her equality shall be her alibi
Lusty lascivious lovers!
Sons of fathers, the unbaptized
doomed to the fiery hells
There in languid desire she dwells
Why should I be as one to veileth herself?
I am the first feminist
Likened to the glow of the moon
Lilith Luna, she roams
Any time anywhere and very soon
Director of destructive electric storms
To all who shall not escape the flames of fire
Her wistful wings fan the flames
My spirit shall be lifted nevermore only to enquire
Why I should be the one to veileth
herself, for I am Lilith
First woman on Earth
Some love provoking the comfortable
Raising the ire of those set in their way
Stirring up tension among the implacable,
Start embers glowing, then walk away.
They wear the smirk of self-satisfaction,
Troublemakers are consistently annoying
Making inane arguments for a reaction,
Argument for argument’s sake enjoying.
Nasty creatures they who poke the fire
Leaving disgruntled feelings in their wake,
Seems they always want to nurture ire
Between their companions discord make.
With every intention to walk unscathed
While hurting feelings of foes and friends
Ever quick to fan the flames at issues raised
Then especially reluctant to make amends.
Written September 24, 2022
It's true things are hard to unfix
Nature's playing games and dirty tricks
Instead of games
Gonna fan the flames
Until winter and spring intermix
The Life we now live seems but a deceitful drain
Rules abound that keep us all in chains
When will our saviour show us
We are in his favour
Blessed are the rich for they can afford the price rises
Essentials are so far out of reach for us already on our knees
We constantly pray
For what we gravely need
Blessed are the police for they can do as they please
They trample us in their lustful hate of society
Despite claiming to be our big brother
Blessed are the artful for they will dodge anything
And pay an unfair share of taxes
By buying government policy
Blessed are the bankers for they have ruined the day
Lending to us who could not control our spending
But now have to face reality
Blessed are the politicians for they always know what not to say
And lie at election time so convincingly
That we foolishly believe their comedy
Blessed are the immigrants
For they at first appear foolhardy
Working long hours for less money
Till they realise they have rights like everybody
Blessed are the celebrities
For they have distracted us well
From the day to day hell in which we dwell
Blessed are the peaceful for they are useful after a riot
And can calm some but only for a short while
Till the government causes a decline in the economy
Blessed are the rioters for they know the value of greed
And covet an unpaid for flat screen TV
That was too overpriced if bought legitimately
Blessed are the gangs for they rule the streets
And act like feral cats
Till they end up six feet under
Blessed are the silly for they believe the news
And have a forgetful countenance
And will always blame somebody
Blessed are the over-spender
Who keep the internet in boom
Even though it’s unaffordable credit card spending
That will cause future misery
Blessed are the middle classes for they take all the school places
And the jobs and all the cream
And anything they can carry
Blessed are the reporters
For they know how to fan the flames of discontent
With their distilled forgetful hate
That shows gross prejudices
Blessed are the simple folks who the world passes by so quickly
And who seem so unfairly happy
Long may they remain cloaked in insanity
And finally blessed are the people for they will rise up eventually
Another day
When despair can’t be held at bay
A Sad Christmas
There was a time when passion ruled their life
But time and ailments stepped in to betray.
She never felt she'd be that aging wife
But as years passed it just worked out that way.
He was still giving, faithful, kind and true.
Like siblings now, no romance was a part
Of a sad distance that between them grew.
She felt remoteness deep within her heart.
She tried to fan the flames with poetry
Yet discontentment shown upon his face.
Her rhymes just bored him, it was plain to see
No romance for her lingered, not a trace.
She tucked away her love filled photographs
Resigned that dreams would be her epitaph.
12-14-18
A Sad Christmas' - December 2018 Writing Challenge - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart
I like faint fire I feel
fueling me with fervor
for far off places without you
I like sweet scent of spring I smell
when you fan the flames
ignited by your carefree hand
I like warmth seeping in
letting my blood course free
with unpredictable energy
I like refreshing air I breathe
just seeing freedom lay waiting me -
sole initiator of breezy times
I like option one and two
of the whole shebang of things
I am free to do, or not do
I like how instant choice to vent
is mine, though time after time
... I've crossed no line ...
I like solitary silence
taking me by the hand
Soothing aches you've unhand
I like Creator's time
so packed with magic
My sole therapeutic fix.
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Sitting here alone,
staring at a cold fireplace
Half of me not home,
left an empty pillow space
Teardrop candle wax
lights the room with sadness
Kindled by mirror sobs,
reflection of an ashen image
You spark the fire
inside of me
You fan the flames hotter ...
with each heartbeat,
it burns deep
Every time you cheat on me,
my sorrow
start to smoulder glow
Then every time you lie to me,
my tears
become combustible
You spark the fire
inside my soul
Taking my mind places,
I don’t really
want to go
And the pulse pain burns watery,
scalding blink hurt in the first degree
I’m drowning daily
in a sea of liquid flammable grief
My thoughts drips fiery,
consumed by Titanic bosom misery
Each time I hear the door squeak,
after you creep
In my heart burns a hole
Then when you tip-toe quietly,
and lay next to me
I feel like a shaking volcano
My fiery thoughts
are always misty dawn set
to wet pillow explode
You spark the fire
raging
inside of me
You fan the flames hotter ...
with each heartbeat,
it burns deep
Every time you cheat on me,
my sorrow
start to smoulder glow
Then every time you lie to me,
my tears
become so combustible
You spark the fire
that burns deep inside
the heart of me
Don’t fan the flames any hotter,
or it just might make me
become ashes free
And I’d love feeling those
ember regrets
floating away
in the night breeze
Yes, I’d love seeing that
fading fire,
of weep desire,
disappearing finally
Floating far, far away
in the night breeze
Morn disappearing, finally
11-23-20
As I looked in your eyes,
I saw a tiny flicker
As a small piece of your love for me
Died deep within you
A flicker so small
You barely gave it notice,
But it blazed like the sun
As it seared my heart
I felt my soul shiver
As if your precious gift
Was pulled from body
A sickening wave of despair
Passes through me
As I realize your love for me
Will no longer be whole
My heart is left broken
And bleeding with regret,
Unable to mend the wound
That has been inflicted.
Will time heal the damage?
Or will I have to suffer
A slow painful death
As the fire within you
Slowly dies out,
As your once loving arms
Releases it embrace on my soul.
Shall I continue to fan the flames
That I see still burning inside you,
Or does the fuel for my love
No longer have the capacity to sustain it?
I think I shall just close my eyes
And let fate run its course.
Running her hand over her smooth, long leg
She sips red wine and tosses back her hair
The smokey air in the Main Street bar
Seems to lift when she sees him there
Across the room, a lady catches his eye
Dressed to impress -- for whom he wonders
Thoughts start to flow as he politely stares
In his mind he imagines sensual plunders
Rugged and handsome, he heads her way
An inviting smile lights up her face
She pats an empty stool, gives a sign
Hoping he'll find his way to this place
"Good evening to you, have we met before?"
As he runs his eyes down her curvaceous frame
My name is James, pleased to meet you
His heart on fire with his yearning flame
"You DO look familiar," she whispers
The fire in his eyes sets off a spark
"But I can only see your outline;
This room is hot and way too dark"
I don't mean to sound forward, let's vacate this bar
Let's take a walk, forget about this place
I have a flat round the corner, it's not very far
It's bright, warm and cozy; we will have our own space
Strolling through snowfall; he offers a coat
Placing it over her low-cut sweater
Then leads her up a long flight of stairs
The door opens, "Ah, now that's much better!"
Please, make yourself at home, may i get you a drink
I'll turn the heat on, take the chill out of the air
He hands her a cocktail and she responds with a wink
As he towels her wet shoulders and long blond hair
A night of passion; they intertwine
"I'm so glad you found me," she sighs
"Your timing, as always, was just right"
She adds as she shades morning sun from his eyes
He stirs and turns saying, "Mrs. Mayo, last night was bliss
You were sensuous and ripe, like the day we first loved
Your limpet like lips, seduced as we kissed
We caressed each other as if we were gloved"
"We MUST go on meeting like last night, Mr. Mayo,
To fan the flames in our decades-long marriage
You hold the key to my heart in your passion
And our fantasies lift us like a heaven-bound carriage"
A tight fist of emotion sprouts flames in my chest
and I fan the flames with a chilled smile
chiseled like the block of ice
stored in the freezer for the party.
I have stood empty as a discarded seashell, perhaps a clam's shell,
whose pearl should sparkle like the sun spattered sea, that is its home.
But it gleams like the moonlight
castings its light across surfaces- changing them to white or silver,
like the tops of carved glaciers, drifting as they change the shape of the earth.
Too heavy am I to walk on these surfaces,
even if they are frozen.
Seabirds wind up and spin lazily,
calling the wind for their flight- or at least to float momentarily,
like my spirit, needing so much to be released.
Keeping my head in the fire.
Plotting my next move.
Temperature gets hotter.
Can't find my groove.
Fan the flames.
Inhale the smoke.
Slowly suffer.
Life's just a joke.
Demons on the rise.
They're in my head.
I can't get them out.
I could be dead.
Why do I live like this?
Pain and suffering as far as the
eyes can see.
When will this end?
When will they leave?
50 Words for Poe: Vide Cor Meum
Look into my heart
see it’s sinew ripped
in the hole daisies grow
and death renews
forget-me-nots
unfurling crushed blue
from their
black soiled
deep dead
purple sleep
Vide Core Meum
slowly burns
the earth of me
forests roar
barefoot walks
through broken glass
then, nine inch nails,
the vanity fast retreats
where Raven wings
fan the flames
blue ribbons
veins complete
cor
caws
from it's bleeding
Poe-kept beak
this is where
the bushfire starts
Vide Core Meum
the Monster
Lillith is awake
Singing to her
Morning Star
The story not yet complete
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/SP9IrCCMUUw
Vide Cor Meum/Zimmer
“Every tree in the forest has a story to tell. Some of them were burnt but they endured the fire and got revived; some of them were cut, their barks injured, some people pick up their leaves to make medicines for their sicknesses, birds used their leaves to make their nests, etc."
https://youtu.be/pev0dINRaok
The Great Below/Reznor
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morning_Star
Let the rising,
Angry cord,
Rip through you,
Feel the ecstasy of the metal,
Let the pure loathing roll through you,
Try to look fierce,
And promptly trip over your own feet.
Deep breath,
Focus on the anger,
The dark metal pounding through your head,
Lose yourself in the ecstasy
Of the ANGER,
Let the singer's pain drown your own.
Close your eyes,
Feel the pain of the betrayal,
Let the melancholy cords
pull you down
down
down
into the feeling of defeat.
Then,
Rise,
Dark Phoenix,
Fan the flames of your hate higher,
And plan your revenge.
March 6, 2015
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