Best Hot As Hell Poems
I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where hopes and dreams mirrored lives that these shearers led,
here among the ruins of an outback-shearing shed.
I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story often told,
in optimistic mirages where water is pure as gold,
and living quarters offered would barely shield the moon
in stifling heat of summer, or bitter cold in June.
All that's left is one wall teasing, the wind to blow it down.
Mustering yards are overgrown; mulga posts lie on the ground.
There's hand-made nails, broken rails, memories that are spread,
here among the ruins of an outback shearing shed.
I feel like I'm intruding out here on the western plains,
standing here in a ghostly wind where it hardly ever rains,
imagining I lived the life that these shearers led,
in the ruins with the ghosts of an outback shearing shed.
All that's left is one wall teasing, the wind to blow it down.
Mustering yards are overgrown; mulga posts lie on the ground.
Oil tins and sharpening stone, broken glass is widely spread
here among the ruins of an outback shearing shed.
I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where hopes and dreams preceded lives that these shearers led,
here among the ruins of an outback-shearing shed.
As it unfolds, labeled cold, a wall confines the innocent
It looms of iron, bricks, where stones
are thrown and rifles aimed
to claim the hopes of those intent
to breech the sniper's scope
Risks are grave, if they should fail
and graves mound high, among the brave
Outrage cries, games commence - incident or accident
the game of spies, U know why-- a U-2 flies
against the grain of do or die
A chessboard filled with stakes so high,
they may enrage a fist to rise in wars against democracy
Labeled cold, …but hot as hell
pawns are played, and deals are made
Men sit alone within a cell, restrained, until a deal is tossed
Lines are crossed, a bridge is crossed, and breaths are held
for lives of men. Like ransomed gold
they are played, and waged as if a game of chess,
where consequence is life or death
and peace depends on games of chance
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2/25/16 Inspired by Contest: "Pick a Theme: Bridge of Spies"
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Resubmitted For PD's contest:
100 in a ROW contest -- 11 PREMIERE number 2Poetry Contest
I have a to- do list cos I am thirty this year
Top of the agenda is to ride bareback through fire
Done many things in my short life
My twenty todo list did cause me strife
Wanted to walk on wings flying way up above
My bravery ran out they had to give me a shove
I did it, i perused the land from on high
What a beautiful thing, this variable sky
Back to the circus ring, my stomach did flip
Thoughts of why the heck did i think of this
Brought out this Black Stallion with nostrils aflare
Grabbed hold of his mane he gave me a stare.
We hadnt even started yet
my hands they did sweat
Then I saw the large ring, no flames afire
Wanted to slink off and forget i was here
As I got up close my nostrils held that smell
The oily rags lit up were as hot as hell
Lit up was like a giant firework display
Riding through it, oh my did i pray
The horse didnt flinch as I fell around his neck and cried
Thank you Black Stallion for being a safe steed
The throne of babylon is falling
their gold is melting can you hear them bawling
fire is burning hot as hell
some can neither buy nor sell
the mark in their hand they do not dread
half of them have it in their head
the beast they worship is the evil one
his armies gather at armageddon
its all in the bible and shall come to pass
the world awaits the nuclear blast
the throne of babylon is falling
their skin is melting they keep on bawling
Will they rue what they've sown, before this last reaping
tears drip from their souls as children lay weeping
His full wrath was poured out, the judgement had come
a new world was birthing, the mystery was done
School was a mile and a half
walk from home,
across roadways, busy streets
and railway lines and through
parklands patrolled
by swooping magpies in spring.
We thought nothing of it
when it was pouring with rain
or hot as hell. Six year olds
walked a gauntlet of risk
back then.
Memory can almost recall
an image of each house
along that daily route, the smells
that gathered in the doorways
of shops, the reek of urine
wafting out of a laneway
beside the pub and, still mapped
upon the mind, where fruit trees
overhung a fence and were good
for a seasonal treat.
Each step taken fed the senses
with familiar signposts marking
the way between home
and the schoolyard gate.
Time has passed
into a more protective and yet
more dangerous age. Children
are shuttled to school by parents
in bull bar protected SUV's
and buses with flashing lights.
Souls have become
more brittle under the weight
of an insidious world, perhaps
no better or worse off
than when I walked to school
and danger hid in places where
the senses could go. In my day,
bully boys had names
and were dressed in uniforms.
Now, it is in the odorless
corridors behind digital screens
and in promises where lives
tick away in the sterile
waiting rooms
of mortgaged dreams.
P ower held with in my grip, Run bastard, run.
I nnocence once taken can never be un-ripped.
C olorful the names they'll call me now, hateful;
k eep your pity, you've not poisoned my soul.
Y earling limbs spread for you and you rode.
O nly anger lofted life above the bloody fray,
u ntil today you'd thought nothing of my pain;
r ancid was your heart, but there are many deaths.
P igeon holed in the alley of your miserable hovel
o n a night as hot as hell, what will it be dear,I ask.
I display a fine array of knifes and a scatter gun,
s oftly I whisper Run bastard, runand laugh.
O nly, it appeared, he could not make a manly choice?
N o, poison, it’s too meek, too neat for my voice.
Published in Sweet Dreams And Night Terrors 2013
Let me tell you something
I live in sand
No water barely any food
Strong as a dragon
I have a beard still not old
I eat bugs all day , everyday
Always hiding from predators nowadays
I can't go to Antarctica
I'll die with a brain freeze
My skin is as rough as an alligator
Don't touch me I bite
I only can stand heat that is hot as hell
I may look like a wizard
I'm actually a lizard
Cowboys in the Badlands
Out West, across the great divide
great open spaces oceans wide.
Beauty in these badlands does hide
everything fights us as we ride.
Last stop, was exciting wild Abilene
shot an hombre that was very mean.
Watched him bleed as he slowly died
his gal held him and loudly she cried.
Before, she had sworn love to me
next his dying love she swore to be.
Riding away fast, ahead of the Law
looking back, cloud of dust we saw.
My partner lit out on me last night
cried this was surely not his fight.
He turned back east galloping so fast
we had our time, had a damn blast.
Ahead the badlands beckon me on
this cowboy life sets me all alone.
Hot as hell the water miles ahead
A night's rest to clear my head.
Morning sun woke me to great heat
no bread, bacon and eggs to eat.
Precious water is in very short supply
always fleeing, I ponder just why.
No time to enjoy such pretty views
my path ahead, my life I must choose.
Avoiding Indians and the chasing men
forever alone with never a friend.
This beauty now I can slow to see
posse has surely given up on me.
Coyotes call , rattlesnakes do hiss
comfort of town I do sorely miss.
Found now, a dusty trail to old Mexico
across the Rio Grande I now go.
Far behind, hell's horses race after me
dancing with pretty senoritas I'll soon be!
10/11/2014
I'm about to have a toe curling moment
thought you'd be interested.
Laid up in bed in inverted positions
so pillows muffle affirmative actions.
Any idea what any of this means?
Should I add a little devil in the details?
Make it hot as hell, wet like a church member
who always says "well."
Girl, I know I've been changed.
Elevated on this going down skill set,
I love asking if you've had lunch yet.
Heard I am what I eat which means I must be you
cause you sustain me boo with the things you do.
The way you hold it down and stick around makes
me wanna hustle for you. My number one fan.
Feel it rising, slowing so it surprises us with an unforgettable
my, my, my, stains on red dresses
might as well stay undressing.
And like the champ you are, you put your mouth where
the money is and start counting my Benjamins.
Got me screaming in pillows thinking bout you.
Love you times three. For the things you do,
those I do for you; and the predicaments
you place my mind in.
Inverted experiences on elevated levels
"ah damn" wonder if this makes you want to
have birthday celebrations every Sunday?
Your lips all over my chocolate cream
I'll give you 31 flavors and the sweetest
of dreams.
Eyes they sparkled infused with life
Your very soul my guiding light
Impish smile that sealed the deal
My heart restored by words surreal
Loving heart so warm and true
You shelter my hurts that's what you do
That smile that makes my body ache
Laughter between us burns it radiates
George and Gracie their love we exude
Honey you're nuts I love you it's true
Loving support selfless so you
My rock so strong that's what you do
Charming as Bond but sexier than AL
I can tell you Honey you're hot as hell
Your moves they lift my spirit high
Your song you sing is my favourite lullaby
Your home you lovingly so graciously share
I feel so protected safe in your care
I Love You!
Your my guardian angel
My best friend
My treasure
My true find
Honey I thank you!
God Bless you,
sweet kisses
I sign
xoxo
My heart pounds, my heart loves, my heart shakes
When love slept, **May 25th my love awaked
“I love you” could be said in a hundred ways
But me showing you could last a thousand days
If actions speak louder than words
Then the genius of our love is a problem for all the nerds
Your eyes may not lie upon me at all times of your day
But in your heart, permanently and always, I’ll stay
My heart pounds, my heart loves, my heart shakes
No one can see how you saw, like how you love
Or even kiss like you kiss, hug like you hug
You hate camping, but our hearts just went, Oh well!
Snuggling together with a fire hot as hell
Let the moon shine forever with stories to tell
I love you, you love me, and we love each other and the key
Of life and the world to see, your heart stays strong while you’re with me
My heart pounds, my heart loves, my heart shakes
BANG! BANG! POUND! POUND! Loves goes back and forth
If your sunset comes first, I’ll be filled with remorse
Wishing we sat together, (sigh)… but life takes its course
When my heart pounds in need for that extra breath
The cells of your heart recuperate my natural health
My heart vibrates extra hard, so let that organ quake
My heart pounds, loves, all at the same time while this organ shakes.
** if you're going to copy, add you anniversary date
HAIKU GLIMPSES #2
I see you
Resolute as ever;
After my own heart
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Face well-sculptured
Time tells tales;
Poignant story
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Dry June humidity
Sunscreen helps;
Hot as Hell
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Durian season
Pungent gastronomy;
Aromatic digest
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Words on rice paper
Delicate strokes;
Ancient soliloquy
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Finesse styles
Picture calligraphy;
Foreign nuance
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Coming home baby
To familiar notes;
What's new pussycat?
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Love unfurls
Passionate blueprints;
Vacation thoughts
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Myriad movements match
Stormy stirrings surge;
Timely troubles treat
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In fond glances
Love steals sensations;
Haiku glimpses
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This old man
Never played one;
Now he's gone
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Leon Enriquez
25 June 2015
Singapore
Hot as hell, emotions fire the flames,
Nervous about meeting doctors, nurses,
Curtain separates them from congregation,
The veil is not torn in two, but steamy adulation,
Courts their friendship sessions to distance,
Bible fanatic from mum, with a secular pretence:
Stationed to obey that mile that you go,
Faithful to womb child who does overthrow,
That divine validation of mundane everyday life,
Which never does blot his copybook, he’s your invisible wife,
Just because nothing bad happens, then he’s loving,
To be a feature of your relationships and thinking,
So good to give you a furtherer of your animations,
So fine to set converts and following by time within your devotions:
Baby born, and the first thing they said was Jesus!
But I did adjust like a jet, right arm spasm, religion to suss,
Because i had not related perfectly to my mum at all in her beauty,
By getting into a tizzy, a fix about her vaginal cavity:
The umbilical chord did suffocate around my neck,
Three times, and three times to many, ‘cos i hit the deck,
Put in an incubator, a machine my life to sustain,
Where i didn’t depend on maternal caresses to obtain,
That blooming continuation that does greatly assure you of your future,
You expectations, your understandings and boundaries to nurture;
The machine of oxygen and warmth did suffice,
To love this new born child as cold as ice,
To spiritual things and to worlds unknown,
By humankind who only know hell when it’s thrown;
And as I did lurk in my hospital bedroom, or ward,
Like a businessman who is playing the sure investment card:
I wished so much that black book to just disappear,
As it only wrought despair, anxiety and tumultuous fear;
My parents friends, stone cold as delinquent thieves,
Prayed though those days as they sang “Bringing In The Sheaves,”
Whilst appendices of nurses added that they’d do,
Convincing my parents, including doctor-trained dad, that I’d pull through,
They just read the bible to me, over and over,
Through glass ventilator, that separator which did cover,
Happy as chuck, pleased as punch and relaxed enough, in that clever machine,
I clearly didn’t see what they did mean,
Because I was dressed in the NHS, nothing less,
Never this sin to render or confess.
We're having friends for dinner on Saturday
Well we're not actually having them for dinner!
That statement implies that we're cannibalistic
And our list of friends would get thinner!
We drive on a parkway and park on a driveway
This play on words sure can confuse
If teachers taught, why don't preachers praught?
One moose, two meese, how do we choose?
Make amends always seems to be plural
Can't we make one amend I'd like to know!
One tooth, two teeth, why not one booth two beeth?
And why shouldn't you pick your seat at a show?
A slim chance and a fat chance mean the same
But a wise man and a wise guy are opposites
The weather is either hot as hell or cold as hell
I know it's confusing but don't take a fit!
This English language can be oh so confusing
It can drive you to distraction at times
But try to learn Chinese or Mandarin my friend
You'll realize the English language is divine!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Six, Six, Six, oh no
Hot as hell for this trio....
Saved by the grace, God
For the numbers contest