Incinerator Poems | Examples

Human incinerator

God gave bibi
A human incinerator
and Gazans for fuel

firefight

temperature rising
fire storm raging inside
her soul skin is scalded 

blisters sizzle her mind
parsimony lost in translation
thoughts on autopilot and overdrive
emotions opposing each other
and her restless Self

seek and she will find
pot of gold 
charcoal incinerator
catatonic cauldron
roasted synapses
or heavenly peace

a rainbow melts into oblivion
the void teases resolve
agony waits in patience
for resilience to scorch

when the past lingers on
with future uncertain
all she has is the present moment
short lived and eternally feverish
a pyretic meltdown knows no limits
and yet she is a survivor 
and not a victim

Home

Home is not a place 
It’s a heart that wants to keep you safe
Where it beats for you like second nature 
It burns inside like an incinerator 
Home is a hand that’s held
Eyes that make you melt
Tears that are always wiped away
It’s knowing that they are here to stay 
Home is not a place it’s a feeling
Not one that’s constantly fleeting
Home stays true and my home is you

Today's Dragon

Dragons in the old days, when burning up a knight, 
Had to blow hot air, lighting matches to ignite. 
To make a fire from a damsel's liberator,
Today's dragon uses an incinerator.

Mannequin Man, from THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD

Mannequin Man


Very sadly, a cleaner in
Kerry & Peter Department
Store in 
Elmwood Mall, that asleep 
Mannequin Man displayed clothes in, 
remembered he was half man hours after she’d stuffed him in the big incinerator bin.

A starseed, A lightworker

Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
The mission, leaving all better, a little more sound
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator

I'm drawn to those whose emotions need a respirator
By listening; I lift shouldered weights of life's compound
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater

Caring always, not just when convenient, or left, is a crater
Deserving of something stable, I'll be that ground
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator

No wasted encouragement in this motivator
Searching infinitely for the lost, I've never found
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater

Give me your pain; let me be its ruthless incinerator
Finding the path of truth requires a loyal bloodhound
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator

Have faith; for evolution, it couldn't be the souls creator
Serving until no drum beat left in my heart does pound
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator

Oh, Mothballs

Oh, meaty mothballs!
    as opposed to mothy meatballs
  Alternatively - slobbering sloth-balls!
    instead of sloppy moth-calls

  Stupid refrigerator!
    as opposed to dumb incinerator
  Alternatively - dirty toenail taster!
    instead of wanton whiskey-waster

  It's the start of a brand-new year
    Let's raise glasses and expectations
  And while we're at it
    ~ improve imprecations!

A Garbage Incinerator

Garbage accumulated days and months
Money burnt away in bags
From dumpsters to dumpsters
From houses to houses
From factories to factories
Old objects, food remains
Chemical, medical and radioactive waste
Gathered in bags and trucks
Many are hazardous and non-recycle 
Showing extreme selfishness and extravagance of man
Inside the garbage incinerator

Busted - the Human Levy

One world in a trillion
Where everything clicked
In a Goldilocks zone
Where a switch had been flicked

Busted
Perfection soon rusted
When late party crashers
Were grab it and smashers

For eons they blended
Their world complemented
Till fresh out of college 
With abundant knowledge 

Busted
I’ve loved and I have lusted
I’ve taken and I’ve given
Not much to be forgiven

I never drilled for oil
But I used a small amount
So when the man says dust to dust
I hope that doesn’t count

Busted
Some plastic, some gas and inflammable stuff
So, no use in saying it wasn’t me, Guv
When I get my call from above

I’ve had my heating high
And I’ve had my water hot
I’ve left the faucet running
When I only washed a pot

Busted
That’s me done and dusted
I shall meet my creator
Through no incinerator

The mess we make as humans
Means every man’s on trust
For every year that we spend here
The more world we can bust

Busted
I’ll soon be soil encrusted
And I’d rather like to know
That the cost of me... was low

Hospital Notes

The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.

Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse,
hospital gowns and white bottoms
exposed like beluga whales.

She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door.
The woman undressed
threw her uniform into the fire
then jumped naked into the flames.

Stepping out of the oven,
the nurse returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly.
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.

Suddenly he understood.
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.

"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." she replied.

He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,

"s**t into this bedpan."

Hospital Note

The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat.  Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.
 
Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse, 
a few demented ghosts---their white bottoms;
beluga whales, peering through the slits
of ice-coated gowns.
 
She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door. 
The woman undressed, 
threw her uniform into the fire,
then jumped naked into the flames.
 
Stepping out of the oven, 
the nurse, in moments, returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.
 
Suddenly he understood...
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.
"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." She replied.
He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,
 "poop into this bedpan."

Eyes That Cry

Eyes That Cry

I am the eyes that cry
While an inconsiderate chef
Cuts his onions. 
I am the buttocks that brave the pain
When an unskilled nurse
Passes an injection.
I am the superficial vein that bleeds
When a nurse, old as a dinosaur
Passes an intravenous cannula.
I am the urethra that burns
When a reckless juvenile
Contracts gonorrhea, 
and wants to pass urine.

I am the eyes that cry
When a schoolteacher
Batters sense into a pupil
I am the broom that is used
And disposed of
Together with the rubbish it swept
I am the condom
Used en route to ecstasy
Dumped into an incinerator
I am the money that is lavished
At a rich man's funeral
I don't matter

© The Kakuru
#MugOfPorridge

The End

The sun rises unseen, hidden
A caged cat cries a sad howl
With the incinerator fired
On a cloudy day so foul

While the fowls of the air fly high
Enjoying the cool morn
Song birds sing a good-bye tune 
Tom-Pierre his fate mourns 

Tom-Pierre...a stray male cat

Zyx We'Ve Gathered Here Today

Zenith achieved
Yielding to no one 
Xcept, my cracks are beginning to show
White is a lie of a color to wear
Vestigial hope lingers 
Until the deeds are signed
This is my funeral I must attend with a smile
Shaky hands, sweaty forehead
Ringing bells signifying tragedy 
Quenched is my thirst for pain
Passed is the time for indecision 
Only forward toward death 
Nameless, faceless shapes
Marching between them 
Linked to the broker that means to sell me
Keeping in cheerful step to the incinerator 
Jaunting to be completely destroyed
I am not the face I wear 
Hindsight is haunting 
Glamorous, isn't it? 
Formidable, aren't I?
Everything I want comes to my feet
Desire, however, is a cage 
Change is not an option
But only happiness 
Always

Tyops

Gather 'round the campfire me pretties,
Let me tell ye a tale,
One not of shining knights or flying fairies,
But of a menace more vile than minotaurs or spooky skellies,
I speak of the bane of banter,
The marrer of masterpieces,
The incinerator of inspiration,
The enemy of enlightenment,
The ruiner of romanticism,
The scourge of Socraticism,
The nemesis of narratives,
The devastator of dictation,
And just an all around bad guy,
So be wary my pretties,
Just when you're about to reveal the punchline,
The order's been swapped,
I tell you in hushed whispers my friends,
Of the dreaded Tyops!

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