Best Incinerating Poems
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
His faith did not kill him, destiny was his lot
Spiralling out of control, once the planes hit
Acting purely on instinct, not champing the bit
Fire and terror stoked decisions, until overcome
Incinerating heat compels him, never did he jump
This was no leap of faith, Infinitely more than that
A transcendence into agony, he’s looks down at
I try to pen his plight, impossible as it seems
Of a world going mad, upon our Tv screens
I wish it was over quick, that fall to his death
Alas he suffered slowly, until the very last breath
I’m been brutally honest, won’t gloss over the facts
For we owe it to him, it’s with innate honesty, he acts
A picture’s worth one thousand words, some disagree
Falling man, gives nothing away, we can clearly see
My heart’s telling this story, his fall sets the stage
An immortalised snapshot of life, will never fade
For all other innocents, murdered that fateful day
If there’s a silver lining, it’s with confidence I’ll say
Your loved ones cradled you, as the towers fell down
Far across many nations, pain is felt inside every town
Sun and moon appeared together, purposely that morn
Heavenly bodies, bore witness to a new world reborn
And this occurrence, should give a tiny ray of hope
Not used as a tool of glee by Helios misanthropes
Below is a comments box will the Helios misanthrope set foot in it
not a cowardly chance
By
David Kavanagh
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 a velvet curtain
where shadows begin their dance with the moonlight
faraway stars you cast your gaze upon us
incinerating blue blazes beholding
It consumes
A flash burning
Scarlet white
Ardent Heat
Radiant within starless obscurity
Incinerating
Entirely all within its grasp
Flowing away on heat waves
Carrying off
Embers aglow
Pluming skyward
Ever higher
Where the convergence is complete
And then upon
The approach of daybreak
Where flames burn low and blue
Cooling
The ashes left behind
Are
Two embering and cindered lovers
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 trust respect compassion care and shooting
Salvos like a paint ball onto pained grave canvas
Surely a polychromatic cry for helping with the
‘What’ the ‘Self’ the self-destructive saturation
But mind you this is a chance now one opportunity
To link from dot to dot your bleeding droplets
Yours to own disown your brush to break or stroke
31st 2018
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 or lose, play your best and treat your opponent with respect.
Maybe the school principal can explain the ultimate mystery?
The women cannot be this chaste! The men so committed to
non-violence!
What is the board president alone in her bedroom.
Coach Strong and his blowsy frowsy wife?
They put much emotion and gratification aside to get things done. Done
for their sons and done for their daughters.
Visit the web site! Buy a raffle ticket! Belong to the loved ones!
I follow distantly. I watch warily. I have not been asked to lead or lift a
load.
Sitting in a chair in a corner of a room at the top of a house near the end
of a street on the edge of a city at the mouth of a river,
Estuary of ocean, ocean of atmosphere, pierced by a meteor bringing ore
and organisms, incinerating elements and rototilling ecosystems,
Everything changes but consciousness.
The kids of course are perfect as animals in habitats.
In light of these basketball certificates, team spirits,
Time, our moment, is indeed "the mercy of eternity."
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 mouth inflames the nipple
savoriing milk and saliva secretion
...the pilgrimage of experience through the layers of time
pulverizes ego into oblivion
the being-enemy alloys tender wisdom
and death arrives with torch tongues
incinerating the decadent organs
and blushing illuminating existence
silence, brightness-light
the sound waves weave sonatas
with limpid multicolored rays
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 fire is deafening as it engulfs the forests decay,
And the black smoke is so thick in the air, it takes our breath away;
The heat blisters paint on the dozers, trying to cut a break,
It burns with an unknown fury, til nothing is left in it's wake;
The fire has a mind of it's own, carrying a heart full of wrath,
Taking life after life, incinerating all in its path.
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 apart,
offering little retreat.
Embers smolder in its wake
from branches consumed in haste.
And ash turns the air opaque,
bits of undigested waste.
Hungry, it chews a wide track
till the wind shifts, and it dies.
And adept at fighting back,
nature hastens fire's demise.
(Quatrain)
1/19/2016
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?
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 not inevitable this would happen to a culture?
Like roving hoards and idealogy will subjugate the weak
Our religion, arts, and cultural stories now eclipsed by flashy images
And our perceptions of who we are now come from commercial TV
I can image what it was like to be viewed as a witch on trial
And I realize I’m opening myself to the most soul-withering scrutiny
But most every man you meet has struggled with this very issue
And the long and short of this message is this is not about me
Perhaps my fear of women fuels my longing for power
And in this fantasy world nothing ever goes wrong for me
Or perhaps I should say that’s true until the show is over
Then I drown my empty feeling in the asylum of sleep
There are women I know, cherish and respect in my own way
Who I would not touch if I could, because they are my friends
But when I see these women performing these acts on video
It will make me sad because somewhere, someone cherishes them
I can imagine the judgment from those now reading this message
And the chasm of alienation caused by this impossible fantasy world
Propaganda so sophisticated even the Nazis would be jealous
Incinerating the innocence of so many boys and girls
With every view, these women are banished further away from me
But is it possible that all along that was my very goal?
I don’t understand them, and they don’t understand me
And sometimes I have to wonder if I hate their very souls
Then I think of women that inspire me like Shakespeare
Who I would without hesitation give my life to save theirs
Then I wonder if their man has his own hidden ***** stash
And is imprisoning their ‘lady’ in a cell of hopeless fears
I do not wish to plant a seed of doubt in the minds of women
For many men say they do not find *********** appealing
In many cases I guess these guy’s brains are wired differently
And regarding this widespread religion, I think many are not even lying
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
Gathered groping
The cheesy eloping
Thinly spread across time
Wandering amidst bloated stride
Burning from flesh to organ
Incinerating hope
And carrying no burden
A phoenix reincarnates, self incinerating.
Ashes to revivification; phoenix achieves.
Spontaneous combustion that, humans can’t master, purifies phoenix’s spirit.
I am but a tiny sapling
Growing on the side of the mountain
Freshly breaking new ground, hopeful for the warm embrace of the eastern sun
At first I was a seedling that rode from the western winds of a hurricane
My face dripped from Sea Breeze, like tears of joy
I got swept away, I flew
Higher than Hot Air Balloons
That are gigantic floating Chinese lanterns whose mouths are fuelled by a tongues ablaze
Incinerating
I Ride on the backs of Geese
Their steel like apparatus wings catches the prevailing winds
I nestle myself amongst the bed of sweet grasses
I lay awake at night listening to the howling wolves
Who cry for their unrequited lovers, they are four legged Shakespearean Artists.
I feel the cool trickle of the neighbor Glacier Lake that nourishes me, what the perfect welcoming
committee
I am but a tiny sapling
Growing on the side of a mountain
Watch in awe as I grow magnificiently
Join me inside the noise
Dark, sleek, cool gestures
Exascerbating the tales of whoa
Incinerating wisdom
As the embers and ashes fly
Float, crash land in displays of
Rudimentary insolence, let go
The sense freed
Of their solemn platitudes
Taking favors, sipping gently
Sparse deliberate crowds
Tip their hat
And everyone else's
The signal strength is mine to
The blue power
And all the (dazzling), (luscious)
Shades that wave the pointed wand
To the brilliant, buoyant
Unhindered hip
Chatting their teeth
On the nearest
Piece of flesh
Seasoned to their liking
My eyes view the foreign scene
My ears see light
Drawn out hypnotic beats
And Marley-flavored taunting mood
Is deprived, (destined), tapered
To plaudits
Given by the spurned wonder kids
Sowing their grains
And slandered ineptitude
Deep, swallowed
Diluted into sublime mantras
They beg to take their turn
On felonious stages
Scream, yelp
Exhaust the violent yearn and rage
Deny emblematic sieges that
Fire at will, their will
To bottle this tangy elixir
Closet bulging from exceeding capacity
But room for you to taste
Just pass baton
Mind to mind
Wistful pleasure hates it
When you cage it even
A moment too long.
(6/27/05)