Best Furnaces Poems

N ever again will the Tribes of Israel be the sacrificial lamb of man.
A nnealed in furnaces not in Olam HaEmet by the Almighty "the...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope,...

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When your befuddled mind
Forsakes upon the ragged edge
Of swirling darkness;
Where eternal night awaits
To sate upon purest innocence
Besides an open grave!
When the gravity of your perils
Be...

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A story inscribed in the constellations
of the punctate canopy of night
Perseus astride the winged Pegasus
Hurtling to save his fair maid Andromeda 
from the beastly Cetus...

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Naught But Smoke In The Wind

Ethereal is…as ethereal does
Bundles of atoms is what we be
Empty space wrapped in cosmic fuzz
Electrons trying to break free

We be...

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It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly,...

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It frothed, it boiled from deep within her soul,
fermenting in the furnaces of hell.
Considering how best to take her toll,
With heaving breast, stared down the...

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So much effort
goes into feeling well...Man,
I’m exhausted! There’s nausea
from supplements, the squeak
and throb, Just One More Rep!~ exercising…
Man, I’m exhausted! 
    ...

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Peace is though difficult 
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states 
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses 
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity...

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Furiously the flakes fell, thickly coating
all they touched, breaking branches
with their weight. Yet still relentlessly
the snow cascaded seemingly ever thicker.

Freezing temperatures with icy fingers that
turned...

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IRONBRIDGE      SHROPSHIRE

River Severn’s now  a  fishing spot.
Two centuries ago it was not.
The cradle of industrial revolution
Rocked fastest here...

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Fire And Rain
                      ...

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Life is precious , therefore he cultivates it
     it's vastness among all his compositions
   they flow like an aria...

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The gates of Hell opened wide.

Six million souls stepped inside.

Beaten. Shot. Starved to death.

The words of God still on their breath.

Screams of anguish. Cries of...

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If I had luck with a guitar
I would pluck you a gentle tune 
If I had been blessed with a soothing voice
I would play you...

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