Best Incinerating Poems

I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death stalks me, a shadow with obsidian fangs
Sin's fruit—a parasitic putrefaction—
erupts...

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I Am Who I Am

Date: Wed, Dec 23 2015 at 8:11 PM

I don't wear no disguise
My True Self I can't hide
Without God I don't want to Rise
I like to look at the Storms Rage an Waves an its tides
I not Surprised of the Storm preys...

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The falling man, one photograph captured in time
       An unforgettable image, imprinted on this mind
        He represents us all, weather we like it or not
       ...

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I feel from the sting of your tale 
tasting salt of an oceans breeze
burning under the embers 
within a setting sun

Now entering one twilight zone
where all wavelengths are held inside light 
slowly diminishing visions fade 
as the darkness slowly invades

Sounds of the night called under...

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It consumes
                                           ...

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Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed

The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh

Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing...

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Standing at back of cafeteria during youth basketball awards ceremony
This is my community.
"What you do may not seem important but it is very important that you
      do it."

The men and women bringing the boys and girls a step to wisdom.
Win...

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the sound wave slips serpentine
isolating notes from the chaotic noise

the ocular ray rebounds on the rock
refracting its boomering-photo of corrugated surface

the pulmonary sponge expands its alveolum
to the sea of pre-prejudice aroma

a hand of outlining mass tolerates its first electric mutation
when caressing the iron rod

a sucker...

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MY VOODOO BRIDE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Married only three hours still in jubilation
My beautiful bride natures finest creation
A seaplane trip to an island just east of Haiti
I had in my life a model of unmatched beauty
She was tall and ambled with a certain flare
Red ruby lips contrasted...

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"The Returning" 

Inside us all 
a strange forest

where light and dark 
are fed to us by 
curious creatures,
their unexpected gods 

in thoughts and deeds
joy and fear 
hate and love 
belief and disbelief

inwards
our dreams 
turn to
The Returning 

a place we think
we’ve never been 

we drift inwards
facing...

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The S.E.A.T. planes look like Vultures as they circle over head,
Dropping tanks of slurry over glowing trees of red;

An orange blaze crests the mountain top, then swallows the valley below;
As the smoldering ash floats back to Earth, it almost looks like snow;

The roar of the...

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When wildfires flare beyond tame,
hot ash burns and sting the eye.
And a scorching tongue of flame
laps smoke from a blackened sky.

Being both judge and jury
fuels fire's desire to feed.
And to avoid its fury
frightened animals stampede.

Plumes of smoke conceal a heart
of incinerating heat.
And cinders fall far...

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Gone
Without
Awareness
Consumed by smoke
Flames crackle loudly
Glowing blue, and greenish
As heights increase full with life
Spreading rapidly miles ahead
Incinerating those in its path
Why don’t natural disasters get punished?...

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Many men will hate me for shining light on this touchy subject
And women will inevitably want to throw me under a bus
But as sure as a virus is the root of a pandemic
This subject has breached our hull and is now leaking into us

Was it...

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Do not complain, my love, for my 

Blistering passion for you


Since  


Victim my heart has fallen, to your

Incinerating beauty!  




© Demetrios Trifiatis
     18 July 2015...

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