Kerosene Poems - Poems about Kerosene

Crosscheck with An Honest Magazine Price of liter of kerosene: What it costs to upload ten poems, I hate: Thief!” leading to requiems, Poet to freely leave Cybercafé, And at home drink Calming Nescafe… So, I’ve started using firewood, Where piles of Good Ones stand have I stood: On this day the Twenty-First-August No shame asking Ant to be My Guest… But-Gosh!-Cruel Smoke for...

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Today is one of the days I feel like smoke. Choking myself.... bottling every feeling, not allowing myself to breathe. Covering everything with white ashes, turning things monotonous...black and white. I am not kerosene yet. I am not kerosene yet...it never corrodes, it forms impenetrable layers… not allowing a chance for reversal. Not letting down a...

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Where’s the paid watcher of my Jerry can And who the hell just bounded it off, My face now a hotter frying pan, Never to learn how to absorb a bluff? Lame excuses I don’t fail a wheel chair And their givers try to not spare: These days’ lies changed like robes By lips doubly sure no listener probes... Because kerosene is...

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Rat snakes hate kerosene, For crowns,ballots bitter medicine!...

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Winding road, set me free, take me where I am supposed to be. See that flame? It calls to me, showing me, where I need to be. That flame I know, is Kerosene, just down the road within the trees. See that flag? It's mocking me,...

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The storm of the night was windy Loud refrains of thunder with lightening Willow shook with fright hair fell flimsy Forsaken somehow by electrical power's might So writing by faint oil lamp light Thinking of the great who of yore Read_wrote_under adversity Strong people our ancestors who our genes bore Touched in many ways by the storms presence Oh! The coolness of the...

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They woke up worried What the other thought They kissed eachother clean during the early morning hours They looked at one another and felt a pang through their bodies their eyes were filled with blood when they looked at one another They went back to bed Entangled bodies that love Nobody...

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Kerosene was a staple in my childhood on the farm. We used it to start the fires in the stoves to keep us warm. Kerosene lamps and lanterns were only lights we had. We were warned not to drop them; if we did it could be bad. Mom told us it was dangerous and results would be dire, O’...

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