Fires Poems

Books are Bon Fires

stacks and stacks of books
filling up Aunt Edith’s home library
the nephews and nieces laugh at them
They are old-fashioned, antiquated, useless

Some of these missives were read over and over
Cherished like an old friend with each reading
Others never made it past page two
Boring and dull, deemed useless, put back on the shelf

Upon Aunt Edith’s death these books

Firemen Weep

                   Dry fuel in the bush
                allows fast fires to burn
           

A Map of Quiet Fires

Her skin drinks light like rivers take rain,
each dappled edge and sun-struck curve,
a landscape under my hands, soft yet severe,
where desire meets the edge of breath.
Fingers trace the small hollows of her hip,
catching sunlight in each soft valley,
dipping, trembling, as if they might slip
into some dark, endless tenderness.
She is a map of quiet fires,
a fever

The five fires

for its heavenward ascent 
each God-spark seeks love’s consent 
first employing mind’s thought crutch
until it can learn by touch

spirit, a fire, grazes air
with all elements does pair
love the unifying force
shaping each earth bound soul’s course

when polarities unite
life in a womb does alight
a new born soul thus takes birth
to live life and prove its worth

without sense

Fueling the Fires

  
      The right to protest's overrated

         ~ fuels the fires of mankind’s hatred

California Fires - 2025

My heart is breaking 
as the fire wins,
An elemental only doing
What its nature demands:
Eat, heat, repeat.
Some spirits walk on
As the fire fights
Any efforts to defy its nature.
We count, one by one,
those escorted by fire
To the edge of understanding:
bitter taste of pain on one side,
On the other, wholly unimaginable
to us. Holy. And unimaginable.
We are slow to

Global Warming

“What is the use of a house if you haven`t got a tolerable planet to putt it on.”
Henry David Thoreau
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Global Warming

what have we done
for glaciers to melt so fast
for forest fires to flare so often
for tornadoes to rage so strongly
for droughts to occur oft and anon
for flash floods to recur time and again

Rime fires Edge Inspired by Rime of the Ancient Mariner

The albatross, a frozen, spectral wing,
Hangs heavy 'cross the sky, no solace it can bring.
A ship of bones, on seas of liquid lead,
Where cursed winds howl, and ancient horrors spread.
The mariner's gaze, a hollow, burning stare,
Reflects the ice, and whispers of despair.
The serpent coils, beneath the frosted wave,
A living shadow, from a watery grave.
The moon,

The Fires of Commitment Burning

Consecration of all I do;
Mindful of whom I’m subject to.
It’s in devotion, not earning.
The fires of commitment burning.

Holy Spirit, a living flame,
Raised Christ from the dead, unrestrained.
Palpitations of heart, yearning.
The fires of commitment burning.

Born again by the same power.
Seated in heavenly bower.
With sanctification, learning;
The fires of commitment burning.

With intention to act rightly,
Bride of Christ, lamp

Fire, Fires, Ceasefire

Fire, fire, countless fires
Fire of hate that nobody admires
Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims
Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings
Fire that is misused
Fire that is diffused
Countries with more firepower rule
A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool
As a deadly instrument or tool to bully
To murder and to eliminate

Origin of Those CA Wild Fires - Contest

    A California babe named Lizzy
    As hot as her best friend named Dizzy
       These two girls are on fire
       Desires climbing higher
     Fanning and licking flames ~ His name’s Izzy




  An

California's Tragedy Exposed As The Fires Burn On

They love creating chaos that's their plan.
Look at the wild fires out West, here we go again!
Devastating families with no end in sight.
Canceling their fire insurance, as their homes burn bright!
No water in the fire hydrants, can you imagine that?
The Controllers planned it that way, such an evil act!
Chaos they love and they love to

Ashes, Ashes

Ashes, Ashes, Flames all around
And remnants of our lives are scattered
Upon the crackling, smoking ground.

Our hopes and dreams buried in the rumble,
Lost are the things that we thought measured our lives.
Nothing left but our memories.  It cuts like a knife.

We trusted our treasure, our futures, our dreams
Into the hands of a criminal who is

The Fires

The Fires
Miracle Man
1/9/2025

After every catastrophy we investigate,
seeking individuals in charge to castigate.
It doesn’t matter the person's position or name,
satisfaction always comes from merely placing blame.

Blame will always come first, then second, finding the cause,
relentlessly we attack seemingly without pause.
We do our duty singing another verse of blues,
without taking one step in the other person’s shoes.

The night they know is bright as day

There’s children growing up that believe the stars
sound like crickets chirping,
for their only exposure to these sources of wonder
are through over-exposure to blue light and radio waves
and soundtracks overlaying simulations.
The night they know
is bright as day,
lit by “satellite internet constellations”
or fogged out by the price of progress.
They don’t understand what it is to stare upwards
and

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