Best Furnace Poems

OF AN EBONY HUED MID-SUMMER NIGHT DREAM
(Apropos of We Kings, Queens, and The Fiery Furnace)

Indeed, this is a day the Lord has made:-
Considering last night’s revelation dreaming,
Waking up into this day the Lord has made,
I must enjoy and be glad for being still vertical.

Although “The...

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wildfire grips highland
like rolled furnace
exploding sparklers on night air

glares of blazed ecstasy crackle
leaves wear soot
while trees cough ashen blasts 






For Debbie's Haiku Wannabees
by nette onclaud

Form: lune--5/3/5 WORDS perline...

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My life,
tried in the fire,
heated up seven times,
returns again to God refined
as gold.
...

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IN THE FIRED FURNACE OF CALI
     (APROPOS THE ANNUAL RUNNING OF FIRE AND MUD)

Roaring radiant raging waves of heat,
the charging beast, glowing red hot with anger,
devours all within its path; left over sable statutes
send streams of spiraling smoke sketching
grayish designs upon...

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In the book of Daniel there is a story told
The story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-Nego
King Nebuchadnezzar made a decree
At the sound of the music, fall down and worship the gold idol or you will see
A fiery furnace  will be your fate
Get on your...

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Journeying The Fiery Furnace Of Hate…

Once more and again, our hush harbors of audacious faith,
Studded with rainbow stained panes, have become matchless
To the penetrating beams of the putrefying rays of fearful hate:
Veiling the blessings of the sacred cross’s grace and righteousness.

The wayward children of Satan...

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Aeneas crept into the depths
of the underground, upright
he stepped
darkly
as dead roses pressed
and she wept
(Persephone)
in the pit
(indemnity)
where shadows slept
bellowing
as bellows sing
so readily
below those mourning bells that ring
burrowed
'neath the death of Spring
borrowed
from the breath we breathe
burroughs
of departed greed
ennui ennui ennui I scream
wake up! this hell is not...

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The moonlight illuminates the snow ---
Crystals sparkel like very precious gems ---
As I trod upon the ground, each step echoes ---
Steam is coming from my silent mouth ---
Even though I am bathed completely in cold sweat ---
My heart for God, burns hotter then any furnace....

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Amidst the clove of reality and elation,
Lust, of incandescent sensation

Breathing taste into stomach and mind,
Odor, desire, all refined

Steam ascending like a creeping mist,
The smoldering heat shall not desist

Dissolving white, Mmm! flavor endowed,
Slithering upon the brownish origin’s cloud  

Then the sweetness, a tap of infallibility,
Adding...

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Euphoric light bounces 
from the countless gems
that nature produces after pillars bleed 
withered rubies carried away by wind
to destinations unknown. 

Here and there bursts a spark of colourful joy
in the midst of a sea so alive.
All shades of cold stone and dark
give generously to creatures...

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Most pain comes from something we've lost
like a life or a love- or a favorite dog
how to deal with the harshness of ghosts, 
we plow on
we must plow on.

Will you crawl to a cave and wither away
or sit in the sun - repair wings of...

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My fury and outrage remain unabated , it seethes like magma
and spreads itself throughout my being , it is barely contained
I shield it to keep the damage within , so it does not consume me
or those I love and want not to hurt.
My dark raving...

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She'd had her round in Life's blighting furnace,
Where stealthy wear and age blurred her face.
Dents shot where dreamy dimples had grown,
Lightning smiles usurped by involuntary frown.  

In her livelier turns by Midas' glowing shores,
She galloped and gleamed like grated brass. 
Time’s grim cankers fell...

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They're played but a ridiculous role,
Rather giving the thing a long pole:
I tell you bleeding many a heart:
One could see their billions in a cart!
At the cities' garbage glances stole,
Their hearts quite hard the blackest charcoal:
That's never a way to in wealth bask,
Leaving what partly...

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Ever wondered what the life after death journey on the other side would be?
Are we off to the land of milk and honey or doomed for a life of excruciating pain and misery?

Is Heaven really as beautiful as they say?
Where your loved ones await you...

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