Best Pokers Poems

Words in italic by Angeline Lim
Words in regular font by Timothy Hicks



Hydrangea blues
blooming in seven colors
versatile at heart
 
Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet
the rainbow
 
Gently wipes away a facade
reveals a layer
hidden within
 
Pretty just like yesterday
red-hot pokers
 
Playing fireworks 
on lovers' palates 
scintillating...

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Through the cracks in my paving
I'm growing lemon thyme
The rosemary I'm saving
In my cooking will taste divine.

Apple mint and dill, Parsley and chives
Basil and coriander, Oregano and sage
The fragrances in our gardens
Stay with us all our lives. 

Some strange people call them egg plants
but aubergines...

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Hydrangea blues
                blooming in seven colors
                versatile at heart
 
Storm clouds in a tantrum and...

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FLOWERS'    SECRET   DESIRES



Buttercups want to slim down their cholestrol with a diet
To become low-low cups,  they wanna try it
Sunflowers want to stop turning after the sun
And feel free to look away from time to time, just for fun
Forget-me-nots try...

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The Devil got the sack last week 
He’s feeling at a loss
For several thousand years now
He’s been in charge, the boss
The new man’s changing everything
Hired a whole new team
The place is so much nicer 
A more relaxed regime
Red hot pokers up the ****
De rigueur, they...

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From jokers to aces...shooting sharp arrows of anger at Gods shepherds and His sheep
With perditions plots and plans...with a million madness minds...
STILL OUR FAITH IT KEEPS US FREE

Jokers...laughing loud lunatics with red hot invisible pokers
Stirring the embers and stoking the fires
Hellbent like hyenas...bringing gore to...

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Constructive conflict
Summer of red hot pokers
Being wrong is right...

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Inglenook 

She, the face in the embers, 
The remnants of a raging fire,
Smoulders like a cigarette
Between lips of lustful desire. 

Where men stoke in gay abandon, 
Pokers hot as blacksmiths arms, 
To fade and die in the ashes, 
The inglenook of her charms. 

Breathe, breathe,...

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My idea of Hell 
is not that of demons with red-pokers, 
emerging from hot flames... 
as Dante's Inferno; this is the harshest punishment!


Shouldn't all persecuted people have initiated a crusade against
the Catholic Morarchs in Spain manupulated by the Pope?
Nobody dared to defy the powerful Queen...

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The grower's child and the picker's child want to run away
They want to go to Duluth, the most exotic place they know
We fear he'll get amoralous and ruin us, ruin us
Here the rain is falling, straight as pokers
But never piercing the laconic plane of air
A...

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crackling within the core
deeply burning
penetrating agony
torturing hell
pulsating burns
letting loose
in a broken heart

blinding weakness
hatred falling
inflicting torture
hounds of hell
howling unmercifully 
draining love
jeweled tears
of emotion
begin counting steps 
slowly downwards

a black abyss
within the pits
screaming darkness
dying love burns
in thunderbolts of fire
pleading insanity
piercing pain
hot pokers
penetrating deeply
crying for mercy
in monster aches

a cyclops
one...

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Pray, my lord, says the priest. ‘Tis sweet balm for the soul,
and he, he sees yours-
Lord, I hope not- you think.
‘O! there are spirits of the air!’
a poet will write centuries after they give you your soldier’s burial
so when you turn to gaze into the...

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This world 
in a state 
of confusion 
upside down 
in no mans land 
love eternal flame 
hopes candle 
blossoming red 
flames on fire 
with the rays 
a setting sun 

Burning deep 
hot pokers 
inside this heart 
power of another 
hangs one's destiny 
crossing the dead...

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Your words are like red iron pokers,
Poking my heart ‘til I learn.
Though the argument was yesterday,
My heart still feels the burn.

The blow you give with your words,
Fills my heart with gore.
Though the argument was yesterday,
Today my heart’s still sore....

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The blindfold slips away under currents of corrosive tears

	Shadows line myopic eyes in blistering haze

Cataracts melt sightless accusations and brooding incisions

	A flickering candle waxes and wanes the stare

Monosyllabic lines dance repetitions in the moribund chorus

	Sound out how far boundaries of sanity refrain

A masked persona reverberates...

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