Flaming Poems

Flaming Wheat

I have loved too much,
its just imagery in my head.
You can tease me kindly
and I'll love you fondly,
I know its flirting at the end,
Those all-seeing eyes
like the shining of bright
Pelicans flap and cry
when its not time to fly.
Dead at the end graffiti
A rebel's chest not perished.
These old steps decrepit
barely can take my weight
and my visions

Flaming Arrow

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

ETERNAL FLAMING LOVE

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.

Cravings Flaming

 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.

The Flaming Garter

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

Flaming Glorybower

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.

A Flaming Valentine

I love you so much 
my co co be de d'amour 
Al, you are my heart 

                                      

August - Flaming August

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

Flaming June Frederick Leighton

negligeed shape  -
                             innocence    becalmed in deep sleep

Flaming Out Full Myself Frog

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

Soul, Where Art Thy

Soul, Soul, where art thee?

I lie sleepeth, in the halls of
the underworld, as my spirit 
roam freely, reincarnating 
as different beings, going 
in and out of existence.

When the flower of life,
gives life, my soul awakens
from a deep rooted sleep.
As I travel down the vine,
matter begins to shape
and mold me, as
a body awaits for my return.

Bright

Flaming Hot Cheeto Apocalypse

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

Christ's Holy Whip

That whip is the flaming might of the heavenly white dove 
That burns away the wicked, and blows away the black ash thereof 
That long-lasting wood for the whip is the blood ridden cross 
That brought death to Jesus and begot the life of Christ now above 

These joined made the flaming cross for Jerusalem

Flaming

There once was a young man named Lane
who literally was insane
	he wrote a billet-doux
	using words of voodoo
not knowing it meant to enflame!

Flaming Farewell

The leaves are flaming,
and crackling in the cold wind,
Deep green is dying.
It's like gold sun's retreating,
or sunset of the season!

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