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...

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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 before our birth.

Which scald incinerates and purifies the faith
Where you swear me words as we escape,
Where flowers blossomed before our...

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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...

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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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“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)
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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 being pressed together ... more and more
Conditions are getting worse,
not better ... it’s all rotten to the core
Cosmic karma compression
is...

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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 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...

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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 this mystic mind does not escape blood’s history.
Where can we go where it won’t be in our sight?
Why do we...

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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 mention of land-clearance, tree-felling, 
pruning, chopping, digging, hoeing, 
weeding, branding, gelding, slaughtering, 
salting, tanning, brewing, boiling, 
smelting, forging, milling, thatching,
fencing...

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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 out from the rear.
One last attempt it would appear.
Don’t push too hard just let it simmer.
It must be something you...

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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...

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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...

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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 have become 
part demigod and part devil,

Nothing can be more dangerous than a two sided, 
duplicitous variance, sharing one soul,

Each...

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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 and red and blue ...flames of you
this river of our conflagration 
scars the OUR 
runs down my tresses
charts pathways ...forms...

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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 hydra 's desire?
whose black breath incinerates all?
who released its inhuman fire?

The once laughter of our children;
the family singing at a...

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