Best Ignitable Poems

Such explosions of love ecstatic
from fumbling youths and naive romantics.
In wedded bliss when passions flowed
two people alone in honeymoon glow
Flammable pleasure, ignitable moments to treasure,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.

Like awaited episodes of a reality show,
responsibilities began to gnaw as they grow.
The...

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I love you without surmising 'why',
your passion sets pon dusky distances
betwixt & 'midst quartz glass spaces,
where scented phases astir moon glow
and impassioned fireside involvement
madly erupt above obscure air castles,
beyond a swept away briny rendezvous
of crystallized darkly essential marrow,
like wildflowers penchant for Spring
blooming 'tween summoned fiery...

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Long dreams
Alternate seems

Short happiness
Emerges snappiness

Sweetly savory
Faith bravery

Glossily scuffed
Hardly chuffed

Heat cracked
Odds stacked 

Ignitable flame
Hope's aim

Pair required
Thoughts rewired

Both rediscovered
Love recovered
...

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When seeking to write
a poem, no need to
descend into deep, dank
mysterious wells of 
creation – after great depth
only to come upon 
one's ignitable soul-fuel

my muse, for example, 
far more accessible, generally
wearing just a glistening
strand of peals, basking
in a warmth of sunlight

for poetry is less the...

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Candle Whispers

Moths and other creatures
find peril in hovering
especially above seductive candle flame

Yet

We sentient beings
hover not
instead
keep vigil over imagined messages
awaiting the magic
the comfort of vision

As we stare

Buried passions
encouraged by flame
make sacrificial
the walls of insulation
while our fortressed barriers
forfeit protection
dissolving resistance
becoming a river of liquefied defense

We wonder

Is the...

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Long dreams
Short happiness
Sweetly savory
Glossily scuffed
Heat cracked
Ignitable flame
Pair required
Both rediscovered....

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When big brother becomes too big
So large it has to put on a larger wig
When the inner cloister is as big as the outer
And detecting dissension becomes too easy to stir
That is when its helm begins to self-sabotage
The appeal of change is no longer a...

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