Best Immolate Poems
You can bleed me blind,
execute my eyes,
victimize my vision,
immolate my imagery,
nullify my name,
suppress me into silence,
slaughter my soul,
execute my ego,
slay my spirit,
veil my verses,
poison my prose,
annihilate my alliterations,
ravage my rhymes,
waste my words,
vaporize my vocabulary,
halt my heartbeats,
but you will never
pause my poetry
Categories:
immolate, angst, poetry, society,
Form:
Free verse
You the animated pyre
forging a lustful fire
I flee from the darkness
that freezes my life
embracing this moment of death desire...
I am endlessly drawn
to you like a moth to a flame
you the object of my spiraling flight
your bright sun pulls me closer
I burn to speak your name...
Adrift in small sea of light
see dark path to your remains
this funereal night sum of all fears
kindles as you ship like unfurl your mane
flickering flaring as I draw near...
Mesmerized by such blazing beauty
in path of sacrifice I am caught
powerless to resist calescent sexuality
I immolate in the very fire that is sought
burning in your flame with futile delight...
Mi amor the beacon to my demise
with doom the most certain end
gliding towards your banshee cries
my spirit will never turn craven
intoxicated with love into your flame I descend...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Categories:
immolate, desire, love, lust,
Form:
Free verse
A fly and ant, upon a sunny bank,
Discuss'd the question of their rank.
'O Jupiter!' the former said,
'Can love of self so turn the head,
That one so mean and crawling,
And of so low a calling,
To boast equality shall dare
With me, the daughter of the air?
In palaces I am a guest,
And even at thy glorious feast.
Whene'er the people that adore thee
May immolate for thee a bullock,
I'm sure to taste the meat before thee.
Meanwhile this starveling, in her hillock,
Is living on some bit of straw
Which she has labour'd home to draw.
But tell me now, my little thing,
Do you camp ever on a king,
An emperor, or lady?
I do, and have full many a play-day
On fairest bosom of the fair,
And sport myself upon her hair.
Come now, my hearty, rack your brain
To make a case about your grain.'
'Well, have you done?' replied the ant.
'You enter palaces, I grant,
And for it get right soundly cursed.
Of sacrifices, rich and fat,
Your taste, quite likely, is the first;--
Are they the better off for that?
You enter with the holy train;
So enters many a wretch profane.
On heads of kings and asses you may squat;
Deny your vaunting I will not;
But well such impudence, I know,
Provokes a sometimes fatal blow.
The name in which your vanity delights
Is own'd as well by parasites,
And spies that die by ropes--as you soon will
By famine or by ague-chill,
When Phoebus goes to cheer
The other hemisphere,--
The very time to me most dear.
Not forced abroad to go
Through wind, and rain, and snow,
My summer's work I then enjoy,
And happily my mind employ,
From care by care exempted.
By which this truth I leave to you,
That by two sorts of glory we are tempted,
The false one and the true.
Work waits, time flies; adieu:--
This gabble does not fill
My granary or till.'
Jean de La Fontaine. Translated From French By Elizur Wright 1882.
Categories:
immolate, adventure,
Form:
Unquotable quotes - I
A friend in need is the goon who stokes your greed.
A journey of a thousand miles ends with the last broken step.
Don’t kill the brother-in-law until the sister is dead.
Butter your toast on either side to lick hands.
Hang not the hangman with noose: you’ll lose booze.
Half a loaf is better than no love.
Even a blind cat can smell a rat that bells the cat.
Take care of the pounds and the wife will pound you.
Take the load off your own fat.
Shoot to kill only if you can’t stand still.
Slow and steady are two legs in a sack race.
A marksman is the marked man’s also-ran.
A blacklisted writer is on every publisher’s reading list.
A dime a dozen is no denizen.
He who cries thief knows no mischief.
Turn coat and capsize boat.
A snake in the grass may miss Mass but is full of grace.
Early to bed catches the worm.
All that glitters cannot be sold.
Immolate yourself to moult your soul.
Even if you’re forced to burn your boats, fly by air.
Where there’s a will, there’s no giving way.
Run also with the hares and the hounds will eat you.
A little knowledge makes the master grin.
Birds of a feather share the same tailor.
Don’t judge a woman with a book by its covers.
If you kick a can down the street, empty it first.
What burns up and out is the gas in the gut.
A stitch in time saves kith but not kin.
Forewarned is foredamned.
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, just lay them.
If the hens begin to crow, the cocks will lie low.
If you pour oil on troubled waters, Mid-East will dry up.
Still waters run in sleep.
Parallel lives never meet or greet.
© T. Wignesan - Pris, 2016
Categories:
immolate, humor,
Form:
Epigram
"love pyres"
after the war
romance became
compulsory
not desultory
twin flames
lit each other
up
love pyres
ashes
falling
Psyche rising
immaculate
immolate
in the aftermath
falling,
silence
sings
lit within
kissed by Eros
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Like Snow on the Beach”/ Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey
https://youtu.be/069MS0nKpbg
"Mastermind" / Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/EJCMU_RxQBI
"Labyrinth"/ Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/wGbGEUC6F4s
"Ours is essentially a tragic age,
so we refuse to take it tragically.
The cataclysm has happened,
we are among the ruins,
we start to build up
new little habitats,
to have new little hopes.
It is rather hard work:
there is now no smooth road into the future:
but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.
We’ve got to live,
no matter how many skies have fallen."
("Lady Chatterley's Lover", D.H. Lawrence)
rapture.
LYRICS/ "Mastermind", Taylor Swift
https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-mastermind-lyrics
Categories:
immolate, dark, muse, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Amber was ambivalent
to invite Aaron to her birthday party
His boisterous laughter, luscious dress,
arcane, and above-average flamboyant behavior
would have everyone ignoring him with immolate stares
“Wow! He's weird!”
Bittersweet tactile memories I grew up with
He’s the quintessence of a friend,
Very quiescent at times,
but always has been my intercessor in times of need
or self- immolation for me
He’s perfect, reliable person in my life, my best friend
11/12/2016
- Poetry Contest:Ten word challenge -2
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
1. AMBIVALENT 2. ARCANE 3. BITTERSWEET 4. LUSCIOUS 5. INTERCESSOR 6. QUIESCENT 7. FLAMBOYANT 8 IMMOLATION 9. TACTILE 10. QUINTESSENCE
Categories:
immolate, birthday, fashion, friend, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
In your domain
walking with men of straw
to immolate myself.
If power was sacred
why you did not stop
the reversing of gender role ?
Oh, there was water on Mars
streaking like the tears
on your face.
The apes were coming.
There was elation and suspicion.
The vortex of existence needs surgery.
Unlikeness calls for
introspection. I am asking
god to pray for me.
Satish Verma
Categories:
immolate, art,
Form:
ABC
the silence of this tasteless Thursday exceeds normal...
if I had the clairvoyance of the optimists I would find pleasure in it,
would feel the peace that hides in the absence of noise,
would pause the carbonic sobbing of an inflamed heart,
I would make him ready to withstand the blows of tomorrow.
but far from it, I think I am aligned with a painful realism,
something that doesn't ignore that thorns don't turn into roses,
someone who goes against expectations
and prefers to immolate himself in the fire of true passions
than to triumph in the festival of velvety lies.
Categories:
immolate, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
There are few foods in this world that I hate
But there is one gnarly and nasty invertebrate
Against which I most assiduously discriminate
And I absolutely can not in any way tolerate
If forced to eat it I would surely asphyxiate
If compelled to consume, I would first self-immolate
Let me be clear for I don't want to obfuscate
If told to ingest it I would violently retaliate
The oyster is something that won't grace my plate
That bilious bivalve should be banished as bait
That odious oyster is fetid incarnate
I can honestly say it's the worst thing I've ate
Categories:
immolate, food, fun, funny, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES - XLIII(Continued)
A black-listed writer tops every publisher’s reading list.
Half a loaf is better than no love.
Don’t dig your ears while tying your shoe laces. Just wear slippers.
Eat only what’s available in the stable if you’re able to put it on the table.
A friend in need is a friend who feeds your greed.
Take care of the Ps and the wife will take good care to Pound you.
A journey of a thousand miles ends with the last step, said Old Tse.
Kill not the brother-in-law, not until the sister is dead.
If you butter your bread on both sides, you’ll better learn the art of licking hands.
Hang not the hangman with his own noose. Make sure to shoot him before you hang him.
Even a blind cat has to rat-race.
Take the load off your own fat before you scat.
Shoot to kill only if your will will not let you stand still.
A marked man is the marksman’s man.
A dime a dozen always turns up when you’re frozen.
He who cries thief - even in mischief - is often the chief of the thieves.
Turn coat and betray the holes in your shirt.
A snake in the grass cannot tell leather souls from top brass.
Early to bed makes the lass grow stealthy, squelchy and full of lice but nice.
Immolate yourself and learn that you can moult your soul.
Even if you’re forced to burn your boats, you'll always stay afloat by eating oats.
Where there’s a will, there’s no giving way/away.
Run with the hares and you’ll surely drop into snares.
Hunt with the hounds and you’ll surely make many kinds of sounds.
Run with the hares and hunt with the hounds and you’ll eat yourself out-of-bounds.
Birds of a feather pay the same tailor.
What goes up bursts into fireworks before it comes down in fluff and ash.
All that glitters cannot be sold unless you run your own tv show.
If you judge books by their torn covers, you’ll probably end up singing Op(e)rah in Amanpour.
If you kick the can down the street often enough, you’ll end up in the Women’s World Cup canned.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, June 18, 2019
Categories:
immolate, humor, satire, word play,
Form:
Epigram
Like the tongue of a wet dream, there is something over the sky.
Soaked red wings, the dampness of drowned naked day.
He looks over sighing
“The Wind has Penetrated me, Does that count as Fornication?”
I Sip pomegranate tea and stare blankly.
It is a dance, this.
Only Red and Lusty Syllables know it,
It is Nothing,
It is Shadow.
The Sky itself is scarcely moist.
I am waiting on words to come--- Divine, Violet and Brutal.
Action Adjective Sounds stirred with Verb Color.
Words to Swell Sheets, Close Curtains and send teeth biting into Wrists and Arms.
It is Raining Invisible Water, The Sunset Wildly Drunk on Itself.
Clouds Bite Deliriously into Soft-Hued Blue-Orange chunks,
The Moon Fights for its Place, impregnating stars with reckless abandon.
I Look over, sip,
“The Sky is a Whorehouse tonight”
Fingers in belt loop, a sudden reply,
“Well then…”
Green eyes Glisten--- Holy Holy Holy, Eye-Lashes licking my soul,
“Should we… leave the curtains open and really give ‘m a show?”
I look up, the rain tasting my tongue,
Flick out a cigarette, Immolate
And Send my Ashes to the Sky.
-thend-
Categories:
immolate, devotion, faith, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness,
Form:
Burlesque
I walk in the door,
my dog is there to greet me,
wagging his tail furiously
whilst sniffing around my shopping bags
He has that suspicious, perplexed
look on his face ,
one I’ve seen so many times before
I know what he’s thinking:
how the hell do I regularly come home
with a fully cooked chicken in a bag,
Yet he cannot find so much as a stale roadkill
when I bring him for a walk?
I look back at him, incredulous too…
do you really think chickens
just immolate themselves,
then jump cooked
nice and juicy into a bag
for me to pick up along the street?
He’s still anxious and perplexed
as I dole out his share
Imperceptibly, our curiosity
and suspicion of each other evaporate,
as we polish off this beautiful creature
Soon I’m licking my fingers,
and the real miracle happens
when I say,
“Hey Siri! Put the TV on channel 8,”
and on comes the sports news
The dog too is thoroughly engrossed,
licking his — erm — himself.
# precious little words always say more ~ just never in the way we think #
Categories:
immolate, allegory, dog, life,
Form:
Free verse
Please let my essence fumigate
And may my passion fascinate
Under this stone I liberate
Of hopes and dreams to integrate.
My song, my tears, they consecrate
A curse to all that denigrate
My oath tells truth to explicate
For unknown evils procreate.
To God, myself, I immolate
As there’s no ways to mitigate
This hole, I lie, you decorate
My spirit hopes to incarnate.
Categories:
immolate, appreciation, death, farewell, grave,
Form:
Couplet
Their malnurished soiled child, setting aside time's stream
Somber the baby's eyes; waiting for a dream ? Seasons come
Years going by his pale rider passing everyday upon the otherside
Black and white there are no dimensions just, mutilating life madrigal
It's anguished notes draped her caskets immolate, reticent wails touching
Truth's monolithic bier this requiem ever tolling such bells innate's, maltese cross....
Creation's creature as a newborn in awe; intrigued by love's infant while together they walk.
Categories:
immolate, art, baby, cancer, love,
Form:
Pouncing wind of the North, what's the unexplainable folly
for enacting a surly deed?
Stripping my stately pines
of their verdant leaves,
give back their esteem!
Impetuous is your haste,
immutable and imperative,
impairing these sentinels
that guard the feeble ones,
but you immolate and leave!
Pouncing wind of the North, what's your miscreant animosity?
Diminish your implacable rage and wrath;
this grove which abundantly grew,
shouldn't grieve and not feel more dew;
compassionate them and depart!
Disclose your bitterness
before Nature retaliates your fury,
deduce your foolishness and prevent damage;
submit to its wishes and change course,
tomorrow underneath their shade they'll ravish!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew crisci
Categories:
immolate, nature, seasons
Form:
Quatrain