Best Incinerates Poems
The Comfort of a Drunken Mind
Lipstick on an empty glass
A Memory of a smile
In my time, don’t you know?
Young girls vied for my attention
Always posing, Heartbreaker to women was I.
God, I will never see her smile again
her voice silent to me
Inside I am a flower without rain
A musician without music
My love waits in a queue,
Full of fools, and whiskey bottles
Ahhh another drink
Yes tomorrow, will be better
I remember her stare,
Sitting on that chair,
That damn chair.
Drink Darling?
My Blossom of the night,
a smooth talker me.
I broke her dreams
Now Petals on a stormy sea
I remember her scent
Now washed away on the hurricanes breath
Called Whisky.
Ahh another drink, she won’t leave me?
Damn that empty chair
To bed, the morning will bring her back
The bottle sleeps
and the sandman paints his illusions
Dreams invulnerable to reality.
The glow of dawn, incinerates these imposters
Fabricated in the monsoon of a drowning brain
Cornflakes and Barley wine, a man’s breakfast
What now, a snifter I think and another thought?
Love has left this empty chair
Where dreams and happiness dwelt
Where futures were planned
and Where love flowed, intoxicating our lives.
Still, the empty glass remains.
Ahh, another drink, and another illusion to comfort my soul
The bottle is my love now,
And the empty chair, my sentence.
That damned empty chair
Ahh did I tell you, once I was a heartbreaker?
Come share a drink with me friend?
I revere you here, in the midst of the flames
Which scald incinerates and purifies the faith,
And hurled ash and smoke into the frames
Where flowers blossomed before our birth.
Which scald incinerates and purifies the faith
Where you swear me words as we escape,
Where flowers blossomed before our birth
Sorrow lurks in oak limbs, safe from gape.
Where you swear me words as we escape
Where the wind twirls ice veils across hills,
Sorrow lurks in oak limbs, safe from gape
On flows set in motion at creation's chills.
Where the wind twirls ice veils across hills
Where somber seas race moon-mad tide,
On flows set in motion at creation's chills
Ancient sea-tossed stones once men reside.
I revere you here, away from fire and grime
And hurled ash and smoke into the frames,
You and I are linked in a spiritual sublime
I revere you here, in the midst of the flames.
Written: May 05, 2022
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As I walk through the blaze I slowly lay upon my grave, as your love incinerates. I embrace your selfishness and your hate without resistance. My love so true and permanent. Forever loving you is a blessing forever lasting.
Armageddon of love destruction, I'm in possession of love indigestion. True sacrifice an offering, for you to relinquish the evil of satan forces. I will perform this, apocalypse of mass destruction. My inspiration of your last kiss intoxication of unhappiness I slip into bliss, from the lack of your interest and broken promises. As I say goodbye thee angels cry I cease to exist, one last breath I perish.
Ashes are all around me, like a pompeii horror scene
Scorching lava incinerates the weak and unexpected
Demoralized survivors rise up and rebuild from nothing
“Waiting for the Sun”
when the black hole
turned inside out
the Sun which
those hidden wait for
rolls in like like a
well-lit bowling ball
incinerates all before
that came undone
the heart beats
a revolution in time
with a legion’s drums
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Yesterday there was
another killing suicide bombing
Today there is
more refugee deaths by drowning
Tomorrow for sure,
will be another slow death day for the poor
Past, present and future
all being pressed together ... more and more
Conditions are getting worse,
not better ... it’s all rotten to the core
Cosmic karma compression
is crushing this little green marble ball
Accelerated death wish granted:
Winter of destruction will happen in the Fall
Bad news of pending solar flares
are lazily greeted by drunken jeers
When the fury of the Son incinerates us,
it will be as if we were never here
We were not our brother’s keeper,
we tuned out to their deep pain
Closed our ears ...
didn’t wanna hear their cries
Shut our eyes ...
didn’t wanna see how they died
Our cold hearts are gonna get melted
on Judgment day
All of our crocodile tears
are gonna get burned away
Apocalypse now ...
time to turn and face our worst fear
There will be no evidence to show
that we were ever here
The way things are presently progressing today,
our past sins makes it perfectly clear
The future of humanity will be,
as if we were never here
January freezes my blood
Crack the ice and split my skin
February bloodies my romance
Let go and watch the rose pedals spin
March colors my envy
I never discovered a four leaf clover
April drenches my eyes
Suicide fog begins to haze over
May plants my flowers
White daisies for upward pushin'
June reconstructs my smile
Thank God razor blades got no cushion
July incinerates my everything
Nothing belongs to me
August annihilates my sunlight
In this blackness I cannot see
September collapses my sanity
Rubble and smithereens left to decay
October perfects my malice
The Devil's come out to play
November thanks my misfortune
Leaves and bullets descend as I ask it
December shovels my snow
To make way for the burial of my casket
I expected my life of days would be fairly calm.
Only the enlightened ancestors would follow me.
I’d mimic them and love and sing their favorite psalm.
Instead this mystic mind does not escape blood’s history.
Where can we go where it won’t be in our sight?
Why do we swallow enticing liquid until blind and then insane?
Terror incinerates every cell and sweats thick human fright--
As ninety proof storms of liquor reign.
Repeat, repeat, repeat the ritual of hell, while lips pray but know,
That the incremental burning flavored sips will win.
Stop! Wait! And shake and wake and gasp and sob, “Death let me go!”
Release, please, relief please, release, take out the liquid knife.
Save this non believer even if it means, feeling.
A gas leak came again last night.
The dreaded bean a desperate flight.
It takes it’s form of natural gas.
A blowhard’s dream now fleeting fast.
A boastful blast out from the rear.
One last attempt it would appear.
Don’t push too hard just let it simmer.
It must be something you had for dinner.
Open a window to circulate.
The porcelain throne incinerates
The might king now takes his seat.
The time has come with no retreat.
One final blast will soon take hold.
Watch and learn from what’s been told.
The loo does sit on sacred ground.
A resting place has now been found.
Trouble left alone hurts no soul
Endowed with enough wisdom
To score no own goal
When trouble turns vicious in the kingdom
Where trouble finger on the trigger of his machinegun
Slays intruders by the dozen
If wisdom devices from them run
Towards the avenger denizen
Who enjoys a repose by the busy bus
He drives at leisure
Eliciting from no intruder a fuss
That halts the flow of the pleasure
Trouble sips like a well-chilled red wine glass
To his heart’s content
Until a misguided lass of little class
Brews for trouble vats of discontent
Catalyzing him to erupt like the angriest Hawaian volcano
Spewing noxious Sulphur gases
In an inferno
That incinerates flower and tinder dry vases
To teach a salutary lesson
To learners willing enough to take heed
Of timely advice from the wise person
Who readily plants and germinates the wisdom seed
Whose fruit
Nourishes
The recruit
Who dishes
Out love to meddlers
Enjoining them to treat trouble with the respect he deserves
From finicky fiddlers
Who trespass on trouble’s preserves and reserves.
Granfell tower is a symbol:
a charred monument of loss,
a bombed church's vaulted ceiling.
it is our grief;our heavy cross.
A scarlet tongue licks the ashes.
who unleashed this hydra 's desire?
whose black breath incinerates all?
who released its inhuman fire?
The once laughter of our children;
the family singing at a celebration;
now the endless screech of sirens;
now the roar of conflagration.
Society must remember
these victims now in heaven,
their voices echo on the streets,
their tears shed by men and women.
Did we realise we were all one?
Not until this beacon was fired;
Not until this torch was lite;
Not until justice has inspired.
Let the tower remain in view,
a statue to commemorate.
Let its black ash stain the skyline,
a shrine for us to venerate.
Who's to blame for this tragic shame:
the government's policy?
the contractors' money game?
or the Council's complicity?
The community must be answered!
a phoenix will emerge from this flame;
a blessed reincarnation;
a voice united to eradicate the shame!
I’ve recited this a trillion times
now I utter one single word,
but in code,
Not through amnesia or illness of any kind
Moreover because I have become
part demigod and part devil,
Nothing can be more dangerous than a two sided,
duplicitous variance, sharing one soul,
Each equal in every way,
yet simultaneously opposite,
Sugar salt and everything in between,
Poisonous to the whole all humanity,
yet compulsory to our very existence,
Pen mightier than the sword, impales upon nothingness
for utterances are omnipotent, as a force of nature
My one encoded word, now incinerates our entire planet
Dear god forgive me, I’ve launched all the nukes.
Stand down peace is restored!
came one second before impact,
Tried and found not guilty,
I’m exonerated of genocide,
a point of law is said inadmissible,
My responsibility was too enormous,
hence deemed a bad call, preemptive,
The prosecution appeals, I plead guilty,
Sleep deprivation has altered my opinion,
For good behavior, I’m to be shot in the morning,
I’ve talked my way into modernity’s annihilation,
Now arrives reason alongside insanity,
It is better to die,
From the tips of a bifurcated tongue,
What is heaven
What is hell
I am both.
By David Kavanagh.
Grenfell tower
ruptures the horizon,
London's skyline is scarred
like a blackened diplodocus
or a charred monument
for a laconic London bridge
still burning
But look,
linen wraps its iron-bones
mumifying the city's underclass-
an icon for future generations
oppressively,
grief hauls a heavy granite cross
as sharp rocks splinter shins
then whips wheeze
winnowing breath
ascending a modern Golgotha,
who unleashed this hydra 's fury
whose black breath incinerates
the once laughter of our kindred?
As family once sung at Christmas,
they now hear
the endless screech of sirens,
the contagious roar of conflagration.
Is London another Guernica?
trodden by apocalyptic steads
with mothers cradling dead infants,
rocking their limp limbs
in a deep dirge to red-fired skies,
furnaced by council fascists
as politically the city is fractured.
An emerging phoenix will sprout,
magenta winged against black,
from this burning pyre, a reincarnation.
a rebranded London is reborn
perused by the London Eye
ever vigilant but now blindfolded
observing justice for the unheard
and voiceless minority
as a terrible beauty is spawned
What am I ....and Who!?
that this eternal flame will not go out...and stay OUT!?
the unadulterated everlasting blaze
flows from these
my poetic finger tips
in spirons of orange and red and blue ...flames of you
this river of our conflagration
scars the OUR
runs down my tresses
charts pathways ...forms canyons
incinerates and shapes
torches and carves...the psychic ALL walls
Canyons....of mercury and steely mir
a heroine, a hero ...and hell
why ??
Yesterday...was so innocent and so was I
if not for resting a palm upon a chair
...a club stool in a little dark historic bar filled with small white lights and sweetest memories
...psychedelic indeed... a blood scent!
I rested my hand only for a moment...but hearing your angry words
of loss...as you turned on me
the river broke free of the damn
and the door mat in the hall where you first stood
started laughing
I should have known there were toxic remembrances lurking on surfaces there
the sticky atoms of recall ...I should have stayed away!
purest tears sprung instantly unbidden
and deepest sadness dressed me in blue
swept away by atomites
and dripping with this immortal rainbow
I am falling fall ing
staining
the page of the universe
but for just another day
Just the feel of your breath
As it crosses my lips
Renders me speechless
Like a solar eclipse
Just the touch of your hand
Devours my being
As your eyes hold me hostage
And keep me from seeing
Like an addict's addiction
I crave your attention
A prisoner of love
That's locked in detention
The fire that burns constant
Inside of my soul
Incinerates my heart
As it loses control
The embers of romance
Spell out your name
As I'm lost in the essence
Of your enveloping flame
You're my moon and my stars
My reason for life
I thank God for the day
You became my wife