Best Playing With Fire Poems
Playing With Fire
Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts
Afraid for the flesh
As you are lead to the pits
All the torture there in of your imagination conceives
Be pleased, to afflict on someone else
Swallow your morals
Like a sanctity pill
A Eucharist aspirin swilled down on holy water
Fear the flesh you stalwart middle class
While the upper-class
Enjoy what you cannot
As you wallow in the resistance of sin
And narrow your life to acquiescence
Puerile in such judgements
Of fickle moralities pleasure
Live a life unlived
And all its pleasure turn to guilt and reprieve
Salvation will come
When it ends
Ascend then, the Jacobs Ladder to heaven
Never knowing what it meant
To kiss with abandon
But rather, suckle to demon lips
All those desires in their fetish of flesh
One last look at the skin you left
Untested
Resist my swarthy middle mass citizens
And ply the trade
Of your own oppression
Condemn me, I dare you, to some raging inferno
Where the appeasing of your righteousness
Knows no bounds
In another climactic prayer for torture
I will play with the bonfire
Rather than mess with poor dripping candles
I will stand proud and defiant
And declare that I
Am Human
for Christie
Iran is playing with fire
If Israel gets hot ~
Tehran will burn in her fryer
PLAYING WITH FIRE
The Christ Child whom we celebrate
Came to save the world from sin
There never was a love so great
But some won't let Christ in
They listen to satan who is a liar
Their destiny has been foretold
They'll spend eternity in a lake of fire
Lest they break old satan's hold
My question raised to you today
Is Heaven your desire?
If not, get on your knees and pray
It's time to stop playing with fire
Playing with fire
...like night magicians
playing with fire till dawn
needn't tell but crowd
masquerades seeking sources
to revitalize their wands.
For: Poet Destroyer's "Playing With Fire" contest.
Our love was never meant to last, I knew that.
I'm plain and boring, like grass that tickles your bare feet,
But you, you're like a fire that burns in the darkness of the night.
And though I knew we wouldn't last, I needed to try.
Mom always told me never to play with fire,
But I never knew playing with the fire within your heart was just as bad.
And when you left, my heart didn't break, it burned.
And darkness returned to my life.
In the hearth of my Heart there burns a torch,
While a furnace blasts inside my brain
A stove on which my Soul is scorched-
Pyre that kindles in dying flames
No Hell is hotter than my ire-
A searing heat, charring desire
Glowing embers, the blaze I enter
(Nothing more could fuel my fire!)
Creation and destruction
Seeing the animation,
Intimidating cessation
Mankind’s foundation
Youthful fascination
Delivers elation and sedation
Yes even fixation
Even deep temptation
Sometimes cremation
Depending on location
When I met her I knew she was fire
She was way too hot for me to hold
There I hovered within her orbit
If I stayed close I wouldn't be cold
She captured my imagination
A long legged beauty beyond compare
All her curves in the right places
A pretty face with long flowing hair
Pappa said I shouldn't play with fire
Otherwise I would surely be burned
The day I finally found my courage
I received this scar that I have earned
The thing about a beautiful woman
She gets hit on almost every day
The heat that I felt was turned to ice
She turned around and walked away
At seventeen, I was way too young
I was like a moth caught in her flame
When it came to playing with fire
I didn't know the rules to the game
She said, "play with my fire, you may get burned!"
He played, he left, she was a woman spurned
She started a false rumor
In his groin a tumor
His love life was done... a hard lesson learned....
Will I give myself to thee?
Why dost thou ask?
Thinkest thou my heart is free?
For no love is lost without cost,
And playing with my desire
Is like playing with fire.
For though thy flame attracts and draws me in
I want not the pain of being burnt again.
Nay, thou art like an hungered animal,
Empty of heart and small of soul,
Preying on the weak.
I know thy goal.
I am gone
And thou goest down the path I once was on,
A lonely road without love
And without help from God above.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: May, 2007
"All Rights Reserved"
One impulsive Saturday morning in Autumn
Quail eggs take all the blames
Quail eggs from Laguna Farmer’s market
Unspeakable - what to do with these weird eggs? Later
that night, FIRST
home-made dinner
was born.
…. recipes, Bill Briwa, olive oils, herbs, wines ……
Raw Appreciation, Organic Acceptance
Flooding the kitchen space; his/her life space.
sizzling
boiling
roasting
braising
simmering
occasionally, a few drops of blood spiced up TLC
Grilling, oh yes, Hallelujah Outdoor Grilling – His joy, his toy!!!
Playing with unregulated fire,
Men, Grill, Fire -- Don’t ask.
My contributions: chopping, seasoning, stirring, dancing to 20’s music
back-scratching
“need just a touch of pepper”, I expressed
“I shall send my mom to you”
“Hmmm, superb sea bass”, “too many savory flavors fighting each other”
My Sweetie chef laughing mercilessly, he declared
My girlfriend becomes a food critic.
Pyromaniac element gracefully glides
Lightning strikes at menacing rates
Away, retreat and resign from us
Young, yet determined Forceful Grace
Igniting nature and passionate glass
Natural and still controlled hazards
Growing frantically,swiftly in Number
Wild,burning Orange Orbs
Inner Pyromaniac yearns
Through the Fear However stubborn
Hustiling unruly Fire
Fighting the rebillious flames
Inntrospective Fiery games
Ravishing the Frontal Brain
Ever-winding Cerebral Grain
My heart is a box and you are the match
That is the only analogy of what you’re to me
You strike it over and over lighting my
Every emotions, passions and feelings.
Every time you walk on the road of my house
Every time you make me melt
I am the pyromaniac, falling in love with you
It’s like playing with fire.
First love is like playing with fire
Aglow with pain and glory.
Tell me my dear
If I am burnt into your heart
For I have learnt if you play with fire
You are going to be burnt
But playing with fire is worth it
The fire distant, pain near.
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Date 20-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: Playing with Fire by P.D.
Words cut her to deep
as her anger stewed
deep inside her head.
Pictures dance in her head
of her lover in bed
with the local tramp.
Fire brewing deep
ready to explode
upon the lover
when he comes inside .
Lies of words
saying he had worked
while being loved
by the local tramp.
Door open wide
a vase to the head
with a thump.
Laying limp
she cries aloud
with the pain in her head.
Why did you tread
off the path to the tramp
and play with fire in my head.
11/25/2013 M.B
Role Playing With Fire
Fact and fiction
Role play with fire
Black is now white
Truth now a liar
Shall I be silent
Blindfold my tears
Bury my head
Dismiss all my fears
Shall I do nothing
Sit on my fists
Ignore all the hatred
That surely exists
Shall I be deaf
Cotton my ears
Block out the drumbeat
Of doom in the air
If I see something
Shall I say something
Or just walk on by
Ignore what’s occurring
Shall I self censor
Let truth expire
While Fact & fiction
Role play with fire
Photo & Poem By: Bill MacEachern
November 3, 2022