Best Fires Poems

With Hot Flames Lapping In Savory Fires

Our worlds were flying so close, side by side
yours in beauty , mine in very deep pain.
Fate, that life painter, caused our great collide
we victims, blessed in our loving gain.

Stars fell apart , crashing of burning sun,
super nova lit...

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A collaboration with Dan Kearley
Thanks for writing with me! : )

Feelings that we sometimes feel, 
can be bound in ties that bind. 
Flaming heart felt insistent fires, 
kept hidden that no one else can find. 

As you look at yourself in the mirror, 
are you...

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The thinness of skin 
parchments across
blue veins and brittle stick bones
dreaming of budding branches—it lays loose

you've matched my desire 
with phrases of burning leaves
flames—flaring gold, yellow and red

rheum fills my once clear eyes
but echoed memory guides me
through forests of fall
descending with feathered down 
from empty...

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Consecration of all I do;
Mindful of whom I’m subject to.
It’s in devotion, not earning.
The fires of commitment burning.

Holy Spirit, a living flame,
Raised Christ from the dead, unrestrained.
Palpitations of heart, yearning.
The fires of commitment burning.

Born again by the same power.
Seated in heavenly bower.
With sanctification, learning;
The fires...

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Tears Like Wild-Fires


Fallen tears flow on
Like wild-fires on my wet face
As I sit waiting



Written: Aug. 1, 2015...

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shadows on the setting sun...

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Forest fires rage
Seed kernels burst from their cage
Rain quenches – Seeds sprout...

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Figuratively there is good and there is bad
Intuitively we know there are high paths and low
Rewarding goodness; not hatefulness when so sad
Eliminating love, the thief comes to take what you know

And there are consequences for each choice made
Children who wander lives without a mother nor...

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They love creating chaos that's their plan.
Look at the wild fires out West, here we go again!
Devastating families with no end in sight.
Canceling their fire insurance, as their homes burn bright!
No water in the fire hydrants, can you imagine that?
The Controllers planned it that way,...

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I Sought To Touch All The Burning Fires

 This moment is not for being lazily idle
 in the distance starting gunshot sounds
 This racehorse needs no governing bridle
 Race like the rabbit running from the hounds

 Wind streams by as I run to nothing ahead
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heaven ...
is my prison ...
that dreamy, white tangle of
percale where your
limbs and mine weave sweaty magic -
a moon-daubed canvas of
pyretic passion, public ...
no shut-door, drawn-curtain modesty to
confine or make sacred ...
the danger of chance discovery is
our brush, our pigments but
blood ... water ...

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Born Of Ash, Under Fires That Fed False Olympic Gods

Born of ash, under fires that fed false Olympic gods
First, scrounging this earth, as dark-clad beasts
Blinded, heaven gazing, begging to be lightning rods
Creating hallow golden halls, to throw huge orgy feasts.

And Fate ordered, moaning echoes to...

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Vainly Built Fires

Was it best that we demanded far too much?
Quiet corner to count our blessed days
Or waste away long childish hours and such
like still winds whipping across open bays.

Finding time, the enemy we all feared
We raced along hoping it would not come
Children their bawling...

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THE FIRES OF HELL

The fire of hell which warm the devils dwelling
Now the Land of Oz are quelling
They rage and burn, galloping on
Taking life and homes, leaving none

The path they raze blows with the wind
The devil strolls through, but no one sinned
He strikes with abandon...

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"Black Molasses"



Black Molasses 
holds to ransom 
footprints 
sucked into 
Tropic of Capricorn mud
as bushfires bleed
sugar from cane
like molten glucose 
shot into the veins
of Mother Earth gone all
libertine sour 
like Lemon Grass
crushed and burnt 
acrid smoke inhaled
through the flaring nostrils 
of brumbies running wild
coats the colour...

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