Fire Up Poems - Poems about Fire Up

(This is only my opinion, only written to promote calm discussion or debate. I know nothing, am not an expert on anything. If you are easily Religiously riled, spiritually offended, do not read this. Period.) The Devil is smart, subtle; he can control one without the controlled being remotely aware. He can appear beautiful...

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Fire-Fly Stars I Always Wanted To Be A Scientist. Someone Asked Me Once: Aren’t You? *** What I Really Wanted To Be Was A Polar Bear Lusting A Powerful Musk With All Effort, With A Sure Un-Certain Purpose. *** Or I Would Be Huddled Under Some Mass Of Reeds In A Cavern Crouched Over A Silver Beam Of Light… And The Echo Everlasting Of One Drop Of Purity… Landing In A Honed Stone Bowl. *** And I Wanted To Be Worthless Like Every Component Choice… Like Every...

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whatever is transient we let go attachments, fears, desires rooted in ego thoughts are dualistic spirals of illusion they but birth dream forms cause of delusion organic form is dust God dwells in each heart we all are one who should we deem apart sensory pleasure is embraced and released God’s light is the treasure with which heart is pleased love’s benign bliss burn Divine Mother’s kiss illumines body...

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The fire was an obvious choice of landscape art for the painter to accentuate the effect between moonlight and smoke filled sky so dark. A canvas illuminating the power of vivid red hot to stark. Depicted the conditions, unbearable and the growing flames are fanned by the breeze. The artist gives life to the power of fire creating...

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FIRE the Immortal Fire the Immortal—primordial breath, Kindled in chaos, a twin flame of death. Born in the forge where the cosmos ignites, It dances through nebulae, seeding the night. With tongues of plasma and fusion-fed might, It devours the dark, gives birth to the light. Fueling the stars in their hydrogen blaze, A crucible shaping the eons and days. It dines upon carbon,...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about winter, snow, snowball, home, fire, children, fun, frost, hail, fish, ice fishing. The year’s first snowfall; such happiness to be at home in my hut. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Fire-making friend, let me show you something grand: a huge snowball! —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Written for Basho’s dear friend Sora, who...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about autumn, fall, falling, trees, leaves, leaving, goodbye, rice, moon, moonlight, words. Reverential tears: the falling leaves bid their trees goodbye. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Plates and bowls gleaming dimly in the darkness: evening coolness. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Twice the pity: beneath the headless helmet, a chirping cricket. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R....

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her mind a box of melted crayons her hands a vista of fire magic wands raked over ...

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Civilisation's got me down taking me to the tail of my tether driving me round the bend I'm not going to stick it out to see where it will end I'll do my best to regress back to the stone age cook on fire paint the walls sit on rocks keep my cool do what I have to when nature calls humanity gets my goat making...

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Tongues of solar flare writhe in combat kiss —flame-throwers unleashed iron words h a m m e r e d in fire ferrous words melt as heart-welts once under skin hear the fevered air burn with cheers; ...

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There’s a fire raging in my heart, I feel helpless as I see the world in dire straits and the humanity structure seemed on the point of collapse… A wound that doesn’t get healed A thirst that couldn’t get quenched A desire that couldn’t...

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They said she imagined it– that flicker in her spine, like a vow whispered between the bones, a hush older than memory. no temple, no mantra, no saint's breath on her shoulder– just a silence that split her softly like dawn splits shadow. something rose– not seen, but felt, like a secret carried from life to life, finally unfolding. it wasn't light, not yet it was heat that knew her name. each...

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**I.** Does my radiance scorch your comfort? Does my presence rattle your idols? You call me delusional— Yet tremble when I speak without chains. **II.** You offer pills like prayers, not to heal, but to silence. Still I rise, voice unmuted, confessing only that I am whole. **III.** ...

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Four members of Charles the sixth of France court die in a fire At a masquerade ball, six hundred thirty two years ago Lesson that should be learnt by all men, punishment is ahead...

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1393 Yvain, the son of the Earl of Foix, did painfully expire At a Royal Masquerade Ball as his costume caught fire And a most tragic yet quite strange event, did transpire As many others all around, tried to fan the flames away Aimery Poitiers, a French nobleman also died that way As did two more in 1393 at the King’s...

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