Best Kerosene Poems

The storm of the night was windy
Loud refrains of thunder with lightening
Willow shook with fright hair fell flimsy 
Forsaken somehow by electrical power's might

So writing by faint oil lamp light
Thinking of the great who of yore
Read_wrote_under adversity
Strong people our ancestors who our genes bore

Touched in...

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Rat snakes hate kerosene,

For crowns,ballots bitter medicine!...

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Winding road, set me free, 
 take me where I am supposed to be.
  See that flame? It calls to me,
   showing me, where I need to be.
   That flame I know, is Kerosene,
   just down the road...

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Kerosene was a staple in my childhood on the farm.
We used it to start the fires in the stoves to keep us warm.
Kerosene lamps and lanterns were only lights we had.
We were warned not to drop them; if we did it could be bad.
Mom told...

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Where’s the paid watcher of my Jerry can
And who the hell just bounded it off,
My face now a hotter frying pan,
Never to learn how to absorb a bluff?

Lame excuses I don’t fail a wheel chair 
And their givers try to not spare:
These days’ lies changed...

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They woke up
worried
What the other thought
They kissed eachother clean
during the early morning hours
They looked at one another
and felt a pang through their bodies

their eyes were filled with blood
when they looked at one
another

They went back to bed
Entangled bodies
that love
Nobody...

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Today is one of the days I feel like smoke. 
Choking myself.... bottling every feeling, 
not allowing myself to breathe. 
Covering everything with white ashes, 
turning things monotonous...black and white. 

I am not kerosene yet. 

I am not kerosene yet...it never corrodes,
 it forms impenetrable...

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Crosscheck with An Honest Magazine
Price of liter of kerosene:
What it costs to upload ten poems,
I hate: Thief!” leading to requiems,
Poet to freely leave Cybercafé,
And at home drink Calming Nescafe…

So, I’ve started using firewood,
Where piles of Good Ones stand have I stood:
On this day the Twenty-First-August...

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