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,...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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“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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The Stop & Shop strike v. Game of Thrones. 
In Game what’s not made plain
is the condition of the people
compared with warriors and queens.
There’s no...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Far moost o' me
     three score minus one year
tethered upon terra firmae where
planet Earth doth veer

(spins upon the global axis
 ...

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