The once was a group on Fourth of July
Who partied with all that money could buy
Games and food suited their mood
A flaming dessert seemed good
Until a roman candle torched their pie
It is so hot outside that the Statue of Liberty has put her torch down
And the torch has been extinguished
Underneath the New York Harbor, the flame is subdued.
Imbued, and the glue which holds this city together.
We still stand tall as her torch falls
Amidst the heat and the summer blues
Gathering our strength as New Yorkers
Resilient, we stand with an inner spark
That makes us distinguished and cannot be extinguished!
Underneath the sun that swells to its cusp
And musters up shining light, covering the city in every corner!
It is so hot outside that our inner spark sparkles like firecrackers
Unable to be contained, we move and cannot be obliterated
By the sole whims of the magnificent sun!
We will live on and on with a shining light undone!
may her flames never burn out
whilst I can rekindle active embers
all that lies beneath
fullness of beauty
this form, this aura
smoulders
though she lies sleeping
she lights the room
every aspect of her shining
I gaze upon fabric that drapes -
in awe that nothing that touches her skin
can fail to become beautiful also
she falls artfully into slumber
the very representation of a dream
shimmering as if a thousand sunsets
shroud and surround her
comfort she finds in her own frame
equilibrium, stillness -
breath may or may not disrupt
so I dare not breathe
for I do not wish to disturb this beauty
may she exist forevermore
resplendent as evening sun
for she transcends
what it is to be mortal
walking on fire I am close to the storm dreaming of taking over the world. rain ignites my spirit to soar toward the sky. Under the earth I ascend to mountains to defy all alive. You might be blind but I started to cry and screaming in silence might have just saved my life. The whole world could hear my screams of losing my hope and destroying my dreams. You must never give up your hope for the world and trust that to get ahead actions must come. I saw pain and destruction on my soul I begged to see I was already home. He is alive in me tonight using my words to save my life. A horse on fire to destroy the sky instead exploded into powerful sights. I dreamed I united the whole world under my command brought peace on earth and saved life in all the lands. Trusting in my friends I accepted the life I am charged to never surrender the light.
Perfect, we met on Cupid’s day;
but for mercurial horseplay
of the limbo bar.
Marriage tested with high-low games.
Imperfectly, we match; two flames -
and yet here we are.
The flaming arrow flew far through the night sky,
shot from a wretched soul, lost in the abyss.
The tip is soaked in the blood of his deep longings,
may it find its mark and return healing bliss.
A powerful warrior and archer was he,
lowly reduced by the desperations of love.
His quill is empty, and fire's burning out,
one last hope lies with his Angel up above.
Many scars are left from battles fought and won,
yet as he ages his strong will is sinking.
Only one chance for the revival of faith,
true love must be stirred in her tender thinking.
Many years of searching have left him stranded,
in a dark, cold wilderness of loveless fear.
Riddled with deceit, demons are closing in,
sadness eases nothing, he can't shed a tear.
As he kneels down in hunger and blinding thirst,
to his Father God, he makes his final plea.
"Lord, let her find me and mend love's broken wings,
restore the tenderness, dying inside me!"
The flaming arrow falls to the earth at dawn,
into the passion of a fair maiden's heart.
With torrid yearning for the feel from this flame,
She prays, "Let me find him, that true love may start."
The flames of a fire blaze
and flicker up and down
the line of their fuel;
In the furnace of my heart,
love’s flames are flickering
forever upward—warmly.
The salty waters of hate
tease love’s flaming blaze,
but are evaporated smokeless:-
Thus, is love’s warming eternal grace;
for wherever the flames of love abide,
hate’s filthy waters are forever dammed.
My cravings flaming in a dumpster fire
Ridding me of my secret heart’s desire
Every chocolate bar
All candies in a jar
Gone so the raver in me can transpire.
Like the king of Cordoba’s treasury
Reflected in a robber’s eye
A laden dish of memory
Spills into the summer night
From a moving carriage window
A flaming garter flies
With whoops and calls
And high-pitched trills
The vehicle turns aside
Then flames appear at the curtains
And smoke pours out the doors
As the party falls out laughing
Onto the meadow floor
The air is rich with jacaranda
The earth is green with dill
As the ladies and gentlemen
Of the court
Commence a Spanish quadrille
Arms are raised in laced brocade
The men they clap and sing
The ladies turn and stamp their feet
Let the festival begin!
Blackened. Charred.
Are the blossoms of autumn's acclaimed abundance
No longer dance they in vivid wonderance,
Singed by the frigid frost,
Stand they forlorn and lost.
Barren. Desolate.
Stand the trees.
Marooned in an island of dry leaves.
Wracked by glacial winds
As deep winter imprints.
A few brave bougainvillea
Struggle in straggly strands
To defy winter's hands.
Up they climb into yellowing leaves
Cobbling colour into the sheaves.
Unfazed. Undeterred.
By mutinous nature
Munificent flames the trailblazer...
Widespread flames in riotous red
Red riotous flames widespread.
An everlasting Christmas
Bedecks the shrub in richness
Bouquets of ruby crowned in gold
Amidst emerald and jade leaves untold
It is the flaming Glorybower.
Not for it the wheel of seasons
An evergreen...it blooms in legions
Symbolising life everlasting
Even in winter's fog and freezing...
Bringing red flaming glory to many a bower
For it is the flaming Glorybower.
I love you so much
my co co be de d'amour
Al, you are my heart
what I love the most
about Valentine's day is,
sweet raining kisses
Love Love and more Love
two souls united,
Love Love and more Love
Armload of roses
proposal of love for YOU
flaming, Valentine !
Ants in their hoards creeping, crawling
Ugly bugs swarm round their nest
Grubs eat my veg without warning
Under ground, moles are a pest
So okay, at least I won’t shiver…
Till we get that storm from the west
negligeed shape -
innocence becalmed in deep sleep
Flaming out Full myself frog rode a glitzy snail to Frolic Town.
When he got there, he did a shimmy and danced all around.
Then he threw himself dramatically on the ground.
Flashing his feathered boa, making a really big sound.
He is so confident! The other frogs said to each other.
What kind of family did he have? Where is his father? His mother.
His parents are from outer space, they know no limits said his friend.
Which is why Flaming out Full Myself frog can be himself to the very end.
I wish I had a background like that, so many said at once and meant it.
He flung his pink and purple plumed hat around, and no relative had a fit.
He is truly magnificent! Frolic town residents agreed with each other.
Asking where is his father? He must have a saint for a mother.
screaming wind
crosses wires
transformers boom
sticks in the rain
spewing sparks
hissing
sizzling
vomiting
smoke and steam
trees topple
creeks overflow
rivers rage
we beg for it
and it comes
atmospheric rivers of it
bomb cyclones of it
avalanches of it
tornadoes of it
acute hemorrhaging
extreme
as the 9
and
the 5
our politics
our culture
flaming hot cheeto
apocalypse
pray for
the unsheltered
the strays
all victims
caught in the storm
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