Kerosene Poems - Poems about Kerosene

...If you can find shelter when the firmament rumbles And drips spears of weighty waters Keep about you the hope that clear skies might come, Be glad for the storied house that a seed built, That yo......Read the rest...

...Her mind accumulates the mechanics of metaphysics. Pieces of something she is sculpting or assembling - word-pictures too intricate to be entirely recalled upon a whole canvas. She discover......Read the rest...

...Her mind accumulates the mechanics of metaphysics. Pieces of something she is sculpting or assembling - word-pictures too intricate to be entirely recalled upon a whole canvas. She discover......Read the rest...

... Media Tabloid Vixen. You seem to speak as if from the grave, a crosswired rig of McGyverse psyops in a disguised Ministry of Truth Museum Mausoleum. Report with vampires of halitosis, ......Read the rest...

...Preparations for 'Luau' (LOU-ow) or a Hawaiian Party-like event, for a church Luau, would be a 'Ho'ike' (hoe-'E-kay). The hunters will tie the hind legs of whatever animal will go into an 'i'......Read the rest...

...Of lollipops that taste sour, I dream of Streetlights that flicker and fall, I Dream of descending down a familiar Path, I dream of glittering rubies; I dream of whispering words washing Over me......Read the rest...

...RIDS OF RIDIC RIDDLES Delusional convo with the inanimates; February bragged none of us is his mate ¹and asked, "What month of the year has 28 days?" -"All of them." I replied with a smirk on ......Read the rest...

...Let’s bring back the GOOD OLD DAYS Grab that washboard and some lye soap Hang those wet clothes on a limp rope Chop some wood, build a fire The kids new swing a worn out tire Park that car......Read the rest...

...I found a large glass container in an antique store. My panoptic vision for it became so much more... A bottle garden that would bring me such pleasure, so, it grew into a tiny jungle of plants to......Read the rest...

...~ Bygone beauty - the spark still pulsates ~ - quote by poet Antique and retro ......Read the rest...

...On the spike peak of the dark hill there is no wall but the dim clouds scream with the thunders; there is no tears but the pale sky weeps with the ruby dusk whispering I'm Stranded cottage on......Read the rest...

...All day the big jets fly Leaving trails in the sky And turning Nature’s blue Into a sad grey view. Aircraft pollute the scene With tax-free kerosene. Fossil fuels are a curse And problem get......Read the rest...

...Aloft in once pure blue, form strings of yellow hue - pollutant see-o-two. Man's abuse going on. Dumping fossil carbon. More filthy pollution. Six miles up it is seen. The sky a crisscross......Read the rest...

... “Barking Up the Wrong Tree” ghost gums shed their bark the min-min makes good use of it papyrus, soft enough to imprint and write thoughts, like the ripening welt......Read the rest...

...Sitting in the predawn chill I replayed our last conversation.He had gotten home shortly before midnight saying he was staking out a pot lot on his turf.Hidden along the forests border tucked here an......Read the rest...