Ding - Dong
School - time
Door - Chime
Fog - warning
Dinner - calling
Type - writer
Fire - fighter
Bike - ride
Danger - hide!
Ding - Dong
Categories:
fire fighter, sound,
Form: Rhyme
Everywhere known as the Red Hot,
For which it is also Near Not
You try it skin won’t like the spot
Awaits the eye the worse-than-blot…
Everywhere hated for its smoke,
Smoke sneaking into eyes not a joke;
In emergency tears eyes soak,
Big frowns and squints by the taxed bloke…
What fire does is keep burning,
For a torched house triggered mourning,
Watchers; innards badly churning,
For fire fighter eyes turning!
Still, the best labor to hire
For kitchen jobs that don’t tire:
The plantains and yams we would fry
Or after some denied days cry,
The soup good chefs cook as a group
For events hyped by a paid troupe,
Hot fluid for brass monkey weather
To one save shakes like a feather…
Yes, for cold water we should boil
So that we won’t after bath coil.
Categories:
fire fighter, allusion, analogy, appreciation, hate,
Form: Rhyme
Once I purchased a book about
Total Recall
It might be of
Re-cap-i–tulation
Rum-i-nation
Or glorious immigrant stories….
But I failed to reach even
a library spot…
Too high a ladder.
Your ablution will falsify
Your ebb and flood tides
In Between, O Bed-Win!
In MS-DOS!
Hodge Podge!
Just Because!
Reading
is a nutmeg , seals
ap-Pen-Di-x
It sits in Perth-e-Non
For no good reason, hypertension.
And I silenced the speaker
TBD Key note narrator.
To-get-her
In the kingdom of ladies’ purses
Courses, topics and item songs too.
Never found a Trace lagos
Other than the fact that
He, too is a fire-fighter
Who was a gifted
“The God of small things.”
Passed souls. Pious. Tranquil eyes.
O! I adore ex-IT!
Just because
Ed-it-Ed
Is in void.
Voided.
Ban-n-ed
In Banff.
Muslim clerics
Said
Supposedly
C0-ED
As If
Maw
In
Maw-Rita-nia
In Mahmoud Darwish’s life, Jaded.
Glory in Faded, dim-lit stone, enlighten-ed!
Anyone? Someone?
Ahoy mates!
Savior?
Reverie? Ben-Hur?
Is there anyone alive out there?
Can anyone hear me?
Categories:
fire fighter, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Fire fighter fought furiously forgetting flames freely forge flourishing flowers.
Categories:
fire fighter, fire, flower, nature,
Form: Alliteration
Wrinkly and skinny like the turtle’s necks,
got on each other in a blissful daze
like lizards, the old paramours have sex:
the man, a former fire fighter, lays
flat on his stomach, his sweetheart, an ex-
astronomer, - on him. He whispers: “Grace,
I still love you”. Grace loves him too. Alas,
she sleeps. Grace always was a sleepy lass.
Categories:
fire fighter, love,
Form: Ottava rima
The lollipop lady and laborer,
Driving to work we can see who it is.
In bright fluoro orange and yellow
Retro reflective people wearing high vis.
There’s vests and jackets and singlets and bibs,
Worn by these people like a fashion design.
Drivers of forklifts, bulldozers and utes,
For safety all day and night time.
Every worksite embraced this vogue of a trend
Begun years ago by a single fire fighter.
Years ago when people just wore normal stuff
But now we all appear brighter.
Call me old fashioned, I like normal work gear
Denim jeans, overalls or blue tops.
Covered in grease or mud you could see
They look good in the mechanic workshops.
But alas we live in an age where we’re blind
To what’s aesthetic, beautiful and nice.
Replaced with high intensive colors of vivid,
We evolved to walking flash lights.
Categories:
fire fighter, clothes, color, fashion, funny,
Form: Rhyme
A PROSPECTIVE.
A POSTAL EMPLOYEE IS LICKED.
A GROCERS IS FRESH.
A FIRE FIGHTER IS PUT OUT.
A TEACHER IS LEARNED.
A WINE IS BOTTLED UP.
A MAILER IS SENT OUT.
A FISHERMAN IS FISHY.
A MASON IS BRICKED.
A CAR IS TIRED.
A DOG IS BONED.
A CAT IS MOUSEY.
A BOY IS PLAY.
A GIRL IS FANCY STUFF.
A MAN IS STRONG.
A WOMAN IS LOVE.
Categories:
fire fighter, allegory, silly,
Form: I do not know?
A FIRE FIGHTER…
We get the call in the middle of the night,
Out the door ready to fight.
The call comes in, with much depth,
Behind the wheel someone slept.
Across the lane and head on
Arrive on scene the drivers gone.
In the other car there is
A mother, and her 2 kids.
It’s too late we hear the ambos say
The mothers gone the fathers away
The kids are hurt but not too bad,
But news we bring is too sad
Return to our lives the next day,
For those kids we all will pray.
Talking to a friend that night,
How do you do it, without fight?
It’s the job we say but is that true
Is just about the job for me and you?
We are fire fighters yes
Trying all the time to do our best
We love our job, the friends we’ve made
But we also love the lives we save.
Categories:
fire fighter, faith, inspirational, passion, work,
Form: Quatrain
DADS LITTLE BLACK BOX….
When I was a tiny tot, just up off the ground,
My dad had a little black box, which mad a lot of sound.
It would go off, during the night,
on with the boots,& out of sight.
My dad is, a fire fighter you see,
Being all that he could be.
Through the summer, he was gone a lot,
Fighting fire which, burnt so hot.
Winter came, as did rain,
Dad’s black box would, sound again.
He is a fire fighter, you see,
Mending things for you and me.
One day when I was older,
I made a decision that would make me bolder.
I would to be a fire fighter
Making peoples days much brighter.
I’d climb into to that big red truck,
With my dad and all our luck,
We’d fight the fire, side by side
Clean the mess with the greatest pride.
I’ll wear the black boots, just like my dad,
Wear my yellows, and whistle a tad.
I know the next time my black box will sound
I’ll be on my way, to the fire ground.
I’ll meet him there and when we’re done
I’ll hug him tight and say thanks for the fun.
For my dad is a fire fighter you see
Just like him, I’ve come to be.
Categories:
fire fighter, father, dad, fire, dad,
Form: Quatrain
On path to redemption like Michael Corleone
Shabby like shallow water and catchy like rappers ring-tones
Take control of your destiny, lucky poetic justice
your majesty so majestic, my crown royal like Custis
fugitive towards the failures, I'm Jet Li of this marshall
war chariot my cordial, the struggle super sized my marbles
where expiration is contagious,
you gotta to be fire fighter courageous
Stay, safe behind the pistol, and bible pages
trails and court cases,
monologue my dairy
sitting in the darkness I pray to the Lord quietly
I'm like President Clinton never needed an moniker
Trying make into the habitat of the holy one, look to the north pole Andromeda
Pristine like Christine crashed my car
I smashing double doubles at the bar
And I'm blasting bumping music with the dutch back, turn down out of respect
lets ride my Taurus,Chevy, or Lac,
Categories:
fire fighter, introspection
Form: I do not know?
The child looked down a dim stairwell,
heard the sound of feet
against a hollow metal he could tell,
he peered into the darkness as he could feel the heat,
shadows glanced over him,
others were oddly chatting,
as the lights on the doorway grew dim,
brown eyes glanced down,
smoke was all around,
emergency sounds were ringing in his ear,
he was frightened and full of fear,
the child drawled,
slipped and fell,
and tried to crawl,
as he heard the fire bell,
the shadows moved closer,
they were more frightened,
the child was charred, and black,
as the fire-blaze was pushed back,
by the fire fighters who were on the attack,
they saw the child and couldn’t believe their eyes,
while still on fire the child sat up,
nothing was muttered, and there were no cries,
the child whispered with soot in his eyes,
“ I don’t want to die.”
The fire-fighter gathered his fragmented thoughts and replied,
“ You’re not going to die.”
He lied.
Categories:
fire fighter, losschild, fire, child, fire,
Form: Dramatic Verse