Camphor Poems - Poems about Camphor

You stood there unsteadily at my bedroom door, holding your glass eye in your palsied hand and asked me if I’d ever seen one before. Can’t say that I have, Aunt Mary. You held it like an offering, moonlit and lidless, as if it might see me better than you could that night— or remember what time had stolen. They said you once owned a bordello in...

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Author: Runping Chen The desk sends forth its particular fragrance That gladden people’s hearts. That is the sweet-smelling of the old camphor bodies And into the impression of my childhood immerses. The shade extended my fellow villagers’ strolling; Countless summer nights embraced people’s joyful cooling. The huge and tabescent trunk held up The wind and frost for generations’ living. The refreshing breeze was kissing...

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I had to have the camphor essence, Not much was required of me, I just picked a bought crystal, And set it ablaze, But the animates that you are testing, Are not “bought’ abinitio by you, They assess you and your “fire”, And if they find, That you have not come up the same way, And are just pretending to be thus, Lighting a fire...

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The camphor was burnt in a spoon all right, But the fire did set it ablaze, For inanimate camphor the fire was, Good enough to burn it to ashes, But for animate it cannot be so, For survival is their biggest instinct, So “fire” has to be fine tuned, To set a generally acceptable hurdle gate, And those who cross it fast and...

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I had burned camphor all right, Did I do so in my bare hands, No I burnt it contained in a spoon, Spoon also took the heat and, Contributed nothing short, For production of the essence of camphor, But spoon was just taken for granted, It was inanimate and took all the heat, Now extend it to animates, Who surround the particular animate, Whose worth...

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Camphor had to burn to ashes, To make known its heavenly worth, But did I realize for once, That it was inanimate, And could not escape the fire, That I set it ablaze with, It is all together different with animate, You can “burn”them deep enough, To vet the rewards they are angling for, However no reward compares to extinction, Faced with it animate is...

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The crystalline camphor felt hard enough, As I palmed it before igniting, Fire was brought near, And it burnt really all right, Spreading that heavenly vapor, It filled my nostrils and senses, To no end, It was in this desirable stupor of vapor, That I realized, That the hard camphor had to burn, And yeah,burn right to ashes, To make everybody feel its essence, It was kind...

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