Fire Poems

There was a time I knew nothing about rhyme, in a place with drugs and crime and I was crawling through the grime. Like looking through a kaleidoscope cause my only friends were alcohol and dope, I was on an...Read More

Say goodbye to the masquerade.
Let Light come in, let darkness fade.
The Word we cannot sugar coat.
It’s what separates the sheep from the goat.
But we simply can’t throw stones.
Or leave the fire shut up in our bones.
We cannot water down the...Read More

~ In memory of Herman Melville, who lived a similar darkness to my own ~

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The day star hisses,
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Our life is made up of milestones,                                 ...Read More

A drop in the ocean,
gas on the fire,
perfume on the breeze,
sunset on the horizon.
You're here for all of them,
sharing body heat between us,
sharing sob stories.
You're the friend I always needed.
The soul mate I never believed in.
When I'm going under,
I see...Read More

A happy go lucky guy was he,   
until the "thread" of bad health set in.      
As the many years passed by,            ...Read More

‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’


The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask

Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken minds on the run

Champagne flows from magic fountains...Read More

What substance will our thoughts incarn?
What will we flesh it out with?
	Our thoughts,
			Our past,
				Our dreams,
					Our hopes,
						Our fears?

The frame is set, the choices now are ours.
Which pens will we pick up?
What colors will we select?

Will sunlight dabble her hair
or will deep...Read More

Fire, fire it burns so bright. 
It has orange flames within the night.
It burns with fury, science and light.
The heat of the flames lead none to shame.
I'll tame the flames, within a single name.
Claiming all of the flames, I'll scrawl...Read More

Two elderly ladies anxiously looked up at the night sky, 
their faces lit by the excitement of an eclipse. 

Half the moon was about to be eaten by darkness. 
The first cold night gave substance to our breaths.

Why were their...Read More

Music is a form of liquid art that, when you close your eyes,
will paint a picture in your mind with a paint that never dries.

And being that it’s liquid…music has one solitary goal
to paint all the crevices of your heart...Read More

Flame
throwers
should avoid
petrol stations,
right?...Read More

Lifted lightly from familiarity
Sleep's gesture caresses cells
Taken to nearby bewilderment
Where stagnancy busily dwells

Liquid lambent shooting star forms fragment
Vapid vexations vanquished in fantasy's fire
Mist masked span transcends measurement
Vision's fusion surpasses language quagmire 

Imprisoned waking cognition 
held in category's secure structure 
Dispelled...Read More

Stoic Poet
Life is like philosophy
"all we are is dust in the wind" said Socrates,
one fleeting moment were here and then were gone 
so even if you win, in the end, no one ever truly won,
so when you rise in the...Read More

To linger in such fantasy;
Potential of Tranquility.
To ponder such a lovers’ space,
Where love has guided gentle grace.

This is where they wish to be;
Not you and I but only we.
Where making love is more than fun;
Combining them creating one.

Love- this is...Read More

Come, You
by Ranier Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Come, you?the last one I acknowledge; return?
incurable pain searing this physical mesh.
As I burned in the spirit once, so now I burn
with you; meanwhile, you consume my flesh.

This wood that long...Read More

This world can be a hard cold place,                                ...Read More

I am the Flame
Red hot and dancing
Never the same
Sparks skipping and prancing 
I am the Flame

I breath like you 
Wood keeps me alive
I give you a clear view
Of what’s in the dark 
To help you survive
I start with a spark...Read More

These are the stones
that ground nails and sharpened talons,
they have slid under mountains of ice and fire,
have been polished by the glacial dead.

The stones endure now in layers of motion and stillness,
some are wind-tools shaped by a tireless chisel,
other’s glint...Read More

The life of a fire wife is an interesting one indeed.
I'm proud to stand by a man who helps those in need.
On call 24/7, fire radio's always on
Morning, noon and night some calls come before dawn.

For each call that he...Read More

On pathways that lead to the dungeons of hades
Macabre black ravens feast on decaying corpses
Through cracks in the wall see the dancing flames 
Hear blood curdling screams of the damned within.





 Written 20th February 2020
 For Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
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there once was a mean gang of fire ants
who crawled up the old lady's underpants
they bit her right on the rump
that caused her to run and jump
and we never knew how well she could dance...Read More

Cold creeps
from swift whirlwinds
left me quivering with chattered teeth
and drenching with sweat.
Trumpeting;
foreshadow of war. 

There I was
aghast on the battlefield
accoutered with no armor or shield
and no cavalrymen to deploy;
ashen with fear.

Venomous arrowheads
seared me with scars
as a sword ravaged my heart.
I...Read More

The shoreline came into view
As the days drifting meant nothing to do
I woke each morning hoping for this sight
Being disappointed was usual as the sun became bright

Our captain had gone crazy
Blowing a hole in our ship for reasons that were...Read More

Burning Desire

So long my love
please do not fret
it's been so long
since love first met,
so oft was told
I listened naught
for I had hoped
love tied what not,
into your heart
trust my being
channeled spirit
respect love mien,
naught look behind
but look before
had always known
love did ignore,
my...Read More

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