Long Combusts Poems

The story behind this poem
The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and White’ POTD 6 March. They wanted to know more about...

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She storms into the room
there is fire in her eyes
and thunder in her step
rage rumbling reckless
She's livid
a live wire of fire
charged
She's on the move
To punish
Is it a rumor or reality?
He has explaining to do...

She rushes...

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The sun blowtorches its way into the water, 
fragments, and the bottom is an aqua sky 
webbed by white-hot lightning. 

Here and there, legs hang like halved mannequins 
disappearing into a squiggly-bright ceiling, 
through which...

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 I Am a TITAN, Solar Helmet Steady
 I Am a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery,
 Burning Bright, I Am a Diamond Soul of Opulence
 Rising in Hyperborean Confidence,
 I Am Heaven Blessed and Royally...

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soak up the side streets of Montmartre, 
Paris, 	Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
class less 	art combusts	then drips 

- street beggars & tourists cant

writer Rubbish pastes   lace traceries
ala mode 	decoupaging decay 	
his cut-paper layers	grace	...

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Curse inscrutable highways for their immortality, 
behind limps the past of desolate reality; 
perceived with a hindsight too late for us all, 
ahead only graveyards, shadowed by nightfall. 
Bug burst emotions, martyred on the screen,...

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Triggered by his love strung bow
A love song of colours of the rainbow
Hides the winged assassin’s precision

For when one does fall in love
It’s from cupid’s blessings above
Fired by love’s unmissable first sight

The poisoned tipped projectile...

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Love is a blanket whose thick crocheted threads coat the heart in warmth,
Swaddling the being of essence in comfort of a chair which rocks back and forth.

To and fro goes the heart's flow away and...

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Edie cries for everyone, thrown into bins
Dylan cried the blues
Joni parted yellow curtains

At The Chelsea this afternoon
overpaid prophets,
socialites and sattelites collide.
Take me away
bring me back to that Chelsea.

Broken free will combusts,
change your frame,
carry a shudder
but...

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Heed then the touch of certainty
That mellows in uncertainty


There is a strange reason why change
Fabricates an odd feeling strange


Embrace the conflict that confronts
As soul and mind and heart bear brunt


Seek to run away from harsh...

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This worrying view
Today on earth
Is it the end of life
For all it's worth

An angry sky
Overhead
Cold blues
Atmosphere dead

Clouds of gas
From interstellar space
Stratosphere breached
Alien face

But out of the hue
A face in the clouds
Nebula seeker
Her shroud crowds

This nebulae
Of...

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A Sonnet for Jayne

O,'Tis such a rare and beauteous thing 
Amidst the turmoil,who can explain 
That which inspires a man's soul to sing, 
Or to reflect its light in loud refrain. 
Were the stars so...

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It scorches; it sears
It burns in the veins
It maddens; it deranges
It gives exquisite pains
 
It entices; it provokes
It lures to its lair
It boils; it combusts
It lays the heart bare
 
It consumes; it exhumes
The forbidden dreams
It...

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