The Barmy Army still wading among the dung
After Ashes tsunami any new songs now sung
Aussies smarmy but new Harmy..Josh Tongue
Dream of gung ho team does seem far flung
Baz loves betting & forgetting.. took a bung?
Beyond reproach coach on to job has clung
Some fans jest but suggest should be hung
For bish bash bosh tosh Mac attack’s brung
Yep Jacob up his eponymous ladder swung
Radder bowler Josh has climbed many a rung
Cruel BazBull rule made us all madder..stung
Cool fool with incontinent bladder & one lung
New flair heirs did woo with their foo & kung
We coo pair made us gladder.. despair wrung
No longer unsung.. Bet Hell & its fiery Tongue
Two souls intertwine,
the desire traces its path
Jackpot in sight
Shared movement.
Fruits so dreamed,
Brilliant desire, intertwined hearts
Two souls leap forward
Finally reciprocally
Finally
OBSERVER*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
God breathes fire into the day,
a swirl of flaming pinks,
inky blues, blistering reds.
If I could crack the code,
the mystery would be lost,
the romance shattered.
It is the tentacles of mystery
that grip my soul and imagination,
a reminder.
God did all the work.
I am just the observer.
*This poem was written for and submitted to Central Texas Writers Society; it appears in its recent anthology titled ‘Gods and Religion.’ This is my original poem.
pure fiery female
in sensual naked skin
burns in loving flame
On the ocassion of World Poetry Day:-
Poetry is my refuge on cold wintry nights
The first light of dawn
The evening twilight that paints the sky
In hues of fiery coral.
As the glorious orb dips below the horizon
Poetry whispers in my ears.
In spring, the season of joy and abundance
When vibrant flowers bloom
Leaves flutter in the zephyr
Birds sing in the trees
Gentle showers soak the earth
Refreshing Mother Nature
Poetry hums a song of revival.
When storms rage in my life
And devastation and havoc follows
Poetry is the rainbow after the rains
Bringing in hope and solace
Like the warm comforting embrace of my mother
In whose arms I find peace and feel safe.
Poetry is my muse
That fuels my creative juice
It is my emotion
That sparks imagination
The friend in times of sorrow and joy
A ever constant companion
The music and rhythm
And my connection with the world.
Those haunting memories long ago
when we were children, you and I
they visit me on lonely nights
as ticking of the clock goes by
There is no balm to soothe the heart
nor fill the void that lingers where
you always stood, sweet lover, friend
beside me here without a care
We chased the sun along the hills
in hopes it wouldn't get away
Beneath a fiery sky of red
we'd watch the sunset end the day
This world that you departed from
cares not for shattered hopes and dreams
The life together that we planned
was never meant to be, it seems
So many summers came and went
since we last sat together here
beneath a fiery sky of red
to watch the sunset disappear
© Mike Wise
11-19-24
I watch the sun set today,
And feel awe at the Creator's everyday miracle...
The sun goes down in all its glory,
The orange rays splash across the sky,
Like a bird with huge fiery wings spread,
Clouds come and cover the sight slowly,
White turns crimson orange and then pale pink...
Evening falls softly in various shades of blue.
How beautiful is this scene!
Like a masterpiece painted by the Eternal Painter,
That reminds me of His everlasting glory!
It burns its way out of wood
resembling a fiery rose,
and penetrates the gloom
with gleams and bloom.
It murmurs ceaselessly,
its breath an autumnal aroma,
with the finesse of melancholic nostalgia.
It contemplates constellations,
its eyes a myriad of reflective lanterns.
It rises and rises gallantly
like a summoned Phoenix,
sparkles and sways,
as if in delirium.
Its blaze
an avalanche of petals,
the color of sunset,
the perfume of ethereal catharsis.
A solar halo
Sol Invictus blistering
Or the cross blazing
Burning for roman bloodshed
Who in truth was Cain scheming
Into your fiery mouth,
I rush. I am ash.
I am beyond myself,
I am a mottled moth
diving into you
to be consumed.
No, I am wine.
I am honey along
the razor’s edge.
I am your sweet tongue,
the rising serpent kite.
I am the cosmic womb,
inner sanctum of seed.
I am alive in brahmin
and dalit alike.
No longer girl,
not man or bird in flight.
I am the ocean’s song
alive in primordial light,
vermillion dawn
birthed from an endless
jeweled night.
Published in Indian Review
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Skin bright,eyes shine brighter than the noon's ray.
A smile that gladdens the heart of a weary stranger,
And causes death to sigh in envy.
Shall I compare thee to the volcano?
The eyes of molten magma.
Piercing stare that melts the heart of the proudest man,
And the face that consumes one with awesome delight.
Shall I compare thee to the brightest star?
For your skin shines like the angel that you already are.
A face that causes the gloomy hell to shine bright,
And my stony heart,to leap in fiery delight.
What else shall I compare thee to?
For your beauty is greater than the diamonds too.
And your sunny face,
A testament of nature's ways.
As I Watched The Fiery Red Sun Slip Behind The Mountain
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain
My dear wish was for the hand of my very passionate lover
And life together that such bountiful happiness covers
She that tells me, "my darling, my sleepy head, rise thee from bed"
Let us sightsee this world, and watch that huge falling ball of red
Me there pretending not to hear, but my lover knows my game
She laughingly dances right on over and yells out the same
And then she lays a very soft and a long passionate kiss
And that is the sweetest blessing that I did not want to miss
I reached out to snatch my lover into our large silk bed
Saying, "darling let just stay here and make sweeter love instead."
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain.
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-07-2023
A fiery sphere our soul is, gathering wisdom throughout eternity.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 March 2023
fiery forever
flaming grief of fear furnace...
fuels the faithless
hopelessness-haven
heating hypocrites' hatred...
helpless habitat
fleeing from hell*'s doom
soul seeks freedom through God's love...
offered by Christ's grace
enjoying pardon
never anymore hell-bound...
heart worships the Lord
trusting the Saviour
warning others from hell's wrath**...
I pray and reach-out.
*Matthew 23:33 Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell?
**Luke 3:7 Then said he to the multitude that came forth to be baptized of him, O generation of vipers, who hath warned you to flee from the wrath to come?
March 27, 2023
8th place, "Hell Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 3/27/2023.
In the book of Daniel there is a story told
The story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-Nego
King Nebuchadnezzar made a decree
At the sound of the music, fall down and worship the gold idol or you will see
A fiery furnace will be your fate
Get on your knees before it's too late
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-Nego refused to worship the gold idol, no way
Our God, whom we serve can deliver us from the fiery furnace, we will not obey
Into the fiery furnace they were thrown
However, King Nebuchadnezzar saw they were not alone
The king said there is a fourth man like the Son of God
They are NOT hurt in the midst of the fire where they trod
The King said Shadrach, Meshach, Abed-Nego come here
Their bodies the fire did not seer
As they came from the furnace door
Their garments were as before
King Nebuchadnezzar said, Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-Nego
Who sent and angel to protect them because they trusted God I know
Any people or nation who about their God say anything amiss
Will be cut to pieces because No other God could have saved them like this
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