Says he dreads his demonic disease,
But he spreads it like cheap processed cheese.
Don't think you can blame ME!
You'll never inflame ME!
What???....Mister Mephistopheles...PLEASE!!!
Categories:
inflame, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Its been a long time since I’ve felt blissful,
I know I’m the one to shoulder any blame.
Bliss ended long before years turned golden,
too many matters I’ve allowed to inflame.
I’ve always been, for the most part, a loner,
crowds and idle chit chat I’ve tried to avoid.
Married sixty years to the same woman,
Just two D.I.N.K.S. one in need of Freud.
But surveying the past changes nothing,
so musings should focus on time unspent.
But the future holds no aspirations for me,
it’s just about time to take down the tent.
But throughout my life I have been blessed,
faith in God has seen me through each test.
Categories:
inflame, blessing, faith, god,
Form: Sonnet
Silence before a kiss expected, is no surprise.
It whispers echoed promises, foretold in eyes.
Put on hold, until two hearts come closer together.
Face-to-face, breath in breath, fragile as feather.
A silent unforeseen kiss, can delight or betray.
Depending on intention, in the light of day.
An affront, a bewilderment; eyes know it is coming.
A blessing or a curse, so bitter, and unbecoming.
Forewarned wary eyes recoil, and refuse to see.
The head turns away gently, straining to flee.
A step aside or back, retreating out of range.
Deflecting touch, before longing turns strange.
Kisses, expected and unexpected, both inflame,
Desire with the outcome ensnared within the game.
Categories:
inflame, heart, kiss,
Form: Sonnet
'I'd paint rainbows with VIBGYOR,' said my child.
My Violet, with whims, will be beguiled.
Indigo will inflame wisdom with zest.
With the garb of calmness, Blue will be dressed.
Euphony will adorn my grassy Green.
In blonde Yellow, vibration will be seen.
With vibrancy, the Orange will be graced.
With love and passion, my Red will be traced.
Colours in a spectrum should be merged well.
Designs of crayons have a magic spell.
I search rainbows in each shade, my child said.
With vital rainbows my child went ahead.
Categories:
inflame, color, imagery, imagination, life,
Form: Rhyme
The crux of light lies,
deep within its flux of afterglow,
in limbo.
Its will-o'-the-wisp,
Aurora Borealis, and St Elmo's Fire,
Its split into rainbow,
Its red shifts in time travel.
All its enigmas within, urge us to set,
the aftermath of shadows, aglow.
Categories:
inflame, light,
Form: Other
We love to be victims.
We wear our damaged hearts on bloodied sleeves.
We cherish the buried shrapnel with serrated edges,
that lies deep within, in time-lapse lockets,
waiting to be unlocked, awoken and inflame again.
The sharp painful shards and regretful splinters are awaken by,
silly deja vu triggers of guilt, regret and happenstance,
and innocent throw-me-down one-liners, floating on the wind.
They trigger, echo and ricochet painful memory laser beams,
that blast into irrelevant virgin-ground places,
reverberate and resonate,
and build the inflammation,
we want to feel.
For we long to be long-suffering victims,
infected, shrapnel-scared, beyond redemption,
serving our time as voluntary introspective inmates in jail,
with no parole.
Categories:
inflame, growth, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Like a raging river barreling toward an arid basin,
sediment collects inside a hardening heart.
Weighing heavy, eyelids flutter over drowning maculas;
all that can be seen are murky riptides.
Vision cuts out.
Frantically flaring arms desperately try to skim the surface,
dragged deeper into an unknown chasm.
Sub-zero temperatures shroud panicking flesh.
Prying eyes open, undiluted pitch darkness surrounds.
Gasping for oxygen, lungs inflame.
Excruciating pain catapults through weakening legs.
Safety is nowhere to be found.
Reaching into an intolerably tight pocket,
I feel for your disintegrating picture.
My savior became my impending doom.
Only evanescent memories remain
at the bottom of this watery grave.
Categories:
inflame, angst, dark, poetry, solitude,
Form: Free verse
Some words we say are ill-conceived,
and once spoken can’t be retrieved.
If our words inflame,
we should feel shame,
and feel remorse toward those peeved.
Categories:
inflame, words,
Form: Limerick
Alphabets gather as words unravel
the passing and returning of moans;
lines of phrases inflame the arteries
of beauty, angst, love interwoven
by imagination's pining.
Tingle of words… fragrance of vowels…
caress of verses enter the soul, as if to dive
into the very basin of layered expressions.
On a fresh scroll baring my bones
and rawest of mood,
I enter a daringly new dimension
with a theme that reels my senses
that ink and quill ravage fleshed pages
As poetry makes the eyes hungry.
Categories:
inflame, celebration, image, poetry,
Form: Dramatic Verse
(a poem in Haiku and Senryu)
Draw a stick figure
future - sadly diminished
and chaos ransomed.
Paint the landscape
with the sweltering glare
of global warming.
Add micro-plastic
and forever chemical
flavorings to taste.
Come share this
with me - let kisses heal and
soft whispers inflame.
Some locks need two keys
to open, some heavens can
be reached by mortals.
.
.
A song for this:
All Gone Away by The Style Council
Categories:
inflame, encouraging, endurance, future, happiness,
Form: Senryu
The color of the beating necessity of life and hope. A rose’s petals tender as a kitten’s purr.
A ripened strawberry on an exotic and amorous night, a chance taken.
A cherished heirloom endowed by the love of another for those who have not arrived yet.
A color of love and life-force that can inflame the future and free it from what has been shed in the past.
Categories:
inflame, color, love, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
“Free weight verses”
said the Poet …
“that’s what I’m about
“Working out heavy
every word
lifting pain and doubt
“Supersets
with more then less
exhaustion waits to claim
“The final rep
the lasting burn
— forever to inflame”
(The New Room: May, 2024)
Categories:
inflame, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
I often wonder
are you even slightly aware
of what you're doing to me?
How you're reaching inside me,
touching me, and where?
Your words inflame me and then
Sometimes they're not enough
I want more, need you in me
like a battering ram inside
sometimes these feelings
are impossible to hide.
I often wonder
how your lips would feel
pressed against mine
would our tongues intertwine?
or could I even breathe
with you so very near
or would I just cease to exist
and die from this tryst?
Can't you see how my soul
gets lost in your eyes,
your smile, the very thought
of you holding me down
or pulling me near and
how the fantasy moves me
to tears.
I often wonder
If you enjoy those times
when you are making me feel
this way, If I begged for more
A plea whispered in the dark,
what would you even say?
I write this poetry from my soul.
Deliver it at a crawl to you
does it thrill you all I have
to say or tell me am I slowly
pushing you away??
©SamHarty
Categories:
inflame, love,
Form: Rhyme
Intellectual larceny
the academic elite
Immune from indictment
inured and effete
They swing their false knowledge
like weapons to maim
The truth left in ashes
— their lies to inflame
(Septa R5: February, 2024)
Categories:
inflame, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Written By: D. Collins 12/6/23
Get up under your woman like she's under attack.
Get under her breasts like a hydraulic jack.
Raise them up to the highest peak they've ever seen.
Then, enjoy her expression as she suddenly creams.
Allow her to catch her breath, then do it again.
After that, slightly, slowly kind of stick it in.
It's like making Gumbo very hot when served.
Yet, filled with a perfect blend of spice and herbs.
Then, get real Creole and start making it burn.
Put cayenne in it to make it throb and yearn.
Inflame that woman and bring her to her hottest.
Get up under her as subjects do for a Goddess.
Categories:
inflame, imagination,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
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