Best Incendiary Poems
The moth, inexorably drawn
To an incendiary fate,
Is tunneled to the wormhole's end
And placed in stasis, there to wait.
A single strand of silk is all
That ties it to a universe,
A speck caught in a cosmic thrall
Suspended in a quirky verse.
A strange fire arcs the silken cord;
The spark moves at the speed of light.
A dragon bursts forth from its lair,
Takes flight as the moth's wings ignite.
Back at the source, a blackish smudge,
The only hint of what took place.
A worm imagining set free,
Unleashed to roam in time and space.
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My hesitant heart,
Trusts not my lips, oh Lord
To convey
Its infinite adoration to Thee
For
Unable they are
To
Find the words to express the intensity
Of
Its incendiary faith!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 October 2018
What has he done there in a million pieces
gone before his time not waiting for Jesus
thinking gone to his heaven learned on lies
It is simple obvious no need of spies
blood and body parts arrayed roughly on the ground
signs common sense and a plain wisdom abound
Gods word in a book I read it unshaven
the world is flat and leaves go to a haven
Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the gossamers ... assume benefits of the whole.
Latial premise culture ... tastes upland and coastal regions,
a frequency of single-mindedness ... surrendering taught thoughts,
as the virginal breed ... practices gifts unerringly.
Motherly cling to the high order ... the lap of power,
Emperor Augustus's Agrippina ... hails a league lineage,
the first passed adoption papers ... history at two years of age.
Emperor Claudius handheld Lucious ... heir apparent,
timely obligations convene ... Praetorians and the Senate,
youth rules ... Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus
A singularity ventures ... shadows accomplish deeds,
airs cultural growth, diplomacy, trade ... and games of sporting chance,
distractions for feeble minds ... a mother, a wife, bled graven vows.
Minds of the destitute clamors ... affluence hushed from rears,
slaves dying daily ... entertained popularized its purposes,
at slave's expense, and Rome's aristocracy ... via taxation.
Rome burns for Nero's 'Golden House'... Christians blamed for flames,
rumors swapped clamors ... Emperor Galba aids Senator Vindex,
Christian deaths were wrongful ... Nero lost popular support.
Nero ruled known enemy ... condemned to death in absentia,
negatives fly ... as tyrannical, self-indulgent, and debauched,
he flees Rome ... 9 June AD 68, commits suicide.
Mauis fire is already in print, a book titled fire and fury
Is doing a stint' published four days after the killer event
By a dr Miles Stones,
Its has eywitness accounts and results of investigative
Time; spent, this by government bodies so renowed of
Their speed.? Well be that as it may I suppose i might
Have a read? of the lack of foreknowledge by local police
The terror of civilians, and the ensuing relief.? That we all
Are the blame, Have i heard such before.? Oh i heard there
Was a boat at sea on it also fire did roar.? Seems so strange
Cause maybe someone drooped a cigerette to floor?
I don't want to be Gloomy? To become just a drag.'
Beoause its all light and
Joy in the global crews view' Hey you all take care now.'
Thats the new normal to do.' Yet is it all normal.? Maybe
I'll have a think? Take up playing patience and pour out
A stiff drink.'
#acewritings ,01.10.16
Incendiary
Not all fires go out easy
Moreso those that hide the burns
In your first wish being whispered
Or a pathway's twist and turns
Some sparks get caught in your bloodstream,
From the heart flow rivers thick
Some may burst aflame as teardrops
Caught as they fall down your cheek
You were burning when you loved most
And are burning as you hurt
Do remember warmth was given
Long after you leave this Earth
We are witnesses to the final act of a mad and incendiary project,
an experiment of a world bound by invisible and shining wires,
the reckless belief that we can always be connected, always alight,
that electric power, like a river of light, can flow unceasingly
for eight billion souls dreaming under the same dark sky.
I imagine how each cable vibrates like a nerve of the earth,
pulsing with promises of progress, but also with unseen shadows,
while cities open their neon eyes to the dark horizon,
and the stars, once sisters of desires, disappear under a veil of light.
We feel how night and day merge into a dance without pause,
how sleep becomes a relic from times when silence was a gift,
and our thoughts, like captive birds, fly in infinite circles,
seeking a place of rest in a world that no longer knows peace.
In the depths of this network, we dream of connections to soothe us,
but we forget the roots that bind us to the earth that nourishes us,
we forget that beneath the brightness of cities, the earth weeps iron tears,
and that the echo of these tears resonates in our hearts thirsty for quiet.
Now, at this crossroads, facing the mirror of time,
we see how the world wavers under the weight of our burning desires,
how each light bulb lit brings a deeper shadow into the soul,
and how the consequences burn like a fire that cannot be extinguished with bare hands.
Let us turn our gaze to the sky beyond the screens,
to rediscover the stars that listened to the stories of our ancestors,
to remember how to breathe in the dark without fear of the unknown,
to let silence surround us, like a balm for weary souls.
Thus, perhaps we will learn to truly live again,
to connect not just through wires, but through hearts beating in unison,
in a world where light and darkness share their place with wisdom,
and where the dream of being always alight is replaced by the desire to be alive.
Religion
lives on variety of
faith
Faith
imprisons the inborn mind
and nature
You, he or me
work to live in
different nature
Variation
removes stubbornness,
bothering of one
"ONENESS" in "Nature"
INCENDIARY
For all
-October 02, 2018 Chattogram
It was far from being a match made in Heaven
More so like a match that ignited the fires in Hell
We took turns playing arsonist
Setting love ablaze
Our memories broken branches used for kindling
Torn from the trees of suspicion
We accepted the fate of the flames we ignited
Lunacy that burned woodlands of our passion.
She said it was okay we were both crazy
We just couldn't be crazy at the same time.
Our madness combined would ignite an inferno
Flames scorching forests of our souls.
Lighting a path to a future of ashes.
The heat from a fire leaving both of us cold.
JSB
Judge Santiago Burdon
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