Long Enflame Poems
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This game we play is love,
Each move a ploy,
To tangle and ensnare,
The mirror in the air.
Who we want,
Is the one we aren’t,
Knowing no shame,
We call the other name,
Flowers and pretty things,
Magic words to enflame,
Hearts to trust,
To beat as one and lust,
To forget how woeful,
It is to be lonely,
Only the deception,
Seen in the eyes at the reception,
Reveal the folly of it all,
For this too will fall,
The obvious traps of math,
When sharing a path.
For two is one,
When having fun,
But an infinite mess
When the stars shine less.
Though merry it seems,
It never redeems,
The pathology of life,
Whose only remedy is death.
What fire works
Fire works crackle crunch coagulate
send the guiding stars of darkness into space
from Phoenix to ashes ember amber empathy
forgotten exploding in the heart of unremembered kindness
A giant mushroom in the sky look carefully
you’ll only see it once this beautiful display
of melted cracking spirit humanity fusing by fission
all equality in times of death bonfire rockets Me
A perpetrator by collusion capitalized in self-importance
apathy inertia clever words semantic masturbation
pen in hand computer keyboards sending drones of hate
democracy fireworks for all into the ruins of compassion
Colourful a level playing field for splashing red
blood white bone meal yellow bile contaminated
black blue hematoma where brain once was
and the poppy sprouts the wars to end all wars
Some can afford the fireworks some lives matter
more than others in the sparkling pentagon of madness
enflame the lateral collateral transnational cooperation
of demise destruction disregard for guts and gore for asphyxiation
Taking in one last breath of invested greedy inconvenient truth
I stand by and by the way by the trajectories of fire works’ insane
obliteration and contra-pose love as first and last stand before the world
the words implode when gutsy poems won’t suffice and never have
05th June 2016
Pleasure enflame through my entire being
This man, entices my lips to breathe,
Every moment we are touching.
His spell, his gaze, “they have enraptured me.”
And all I want is to give him a never ending kiss
For I have never experienced real love like this
Plus whenever he looks into my brown eyes
I always feel like I’m sitting on top of the skies
He's glued to my mind
And I crave him all the time
This man constantly put a smile on my face
And makes my heart beat fast
Like I’m running a race
I’m convinced that he had cast
A strong love spell on me
For I’m not the way I used to be
However; I love the new me now
Though he may have cast a spell on me somehow.
When I have wronged someone in word or deed
and know that I should make amends, I heed
my OWN advice: Don’t wait. Apologize.
I know, “I’m sorry--BUT . . .” is never wise!
That small word turns apologies to lies,
for then will likely come words that enflame,
implying that the other one's to blame
for my wrongs. Did that person hurt me too?
Perhaps "I'm also sorry" will ensue.
April 25, 2019, entered in Line Gauthier's Apology Poetry Contest
Placed 3rd
Date: May 3, 2019
Contest Title: It Really Gets Me Going
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
June 29, 2022
entered in the Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Their one lone cow has broken down the fence;
we see her trundling down the dusty lane.
Milo's mind remembers 'bout the milking.
Dad's face, a fiery-red, storms from the shed
where feisty kittens spat and sparred o'er cream.
Milo's feet meander back to the scene
as words of fire enflame dad's bulging neck.
"You'll wear the shoes that spooked the cow!" he roars.
So Milo moseys off to dad's bidding.
The cream a'squish-squish-squishes from the seams
of shoes like steam escaping old train wrecks.
Milo mumbles, "Guess I'd best be moving
along that dusty road to bring back Cow,"
with no concern for who will mend the fence.
written March 13, 2018
A bright light engulfs the room
and suddenly disappears
ushering a blazing essence
that abruptly evolves in the atmosphere,
buttons unlatched
zippers break loose
shirts collapses over skirts
flesh dancing in flesh
flesh devouring flesh
and impatient breath
whispering soft words in her ears.
Electrified
mesmerized
enraptured
emotions bathing in emotion
exotic moment intoxicated with fear.
listen carefully and tell me what you hear?
sounds thundering beyond steep mountains
doors hammering speechless voices
debris flying high in the air,
but they lie there firing on without fear.
Lights grow dim
and a mysterious sound chime in.
Pum Pum Pum
It must be the voice of an angel
walking up and down his gigantic chest,
kindling a soft fire that rips aimlessly through their ears.
It captivates their emotion
and enflame their burning passion.
dancing and prancing
skipping and dipping
sliding and gliding
they went to the extreme.
Eyes fixed in a steadfast motion
calculating the mysterious sound
chest pressing against chest
chest pounding upon chest
spilling tears of joy all over her face.
©2013 Christine Phillips
But by grace do I shadow your form
from each darkened night to bright-lit morn.
You're silvery-white in my life's storm
hosting shivery thoughts yet unborn.
Would that my pen divine such meaning,
enflame fiery feelings unbidden
that stun me dumb at their convening.
My emotions revealed, unhidden.
Yet my disguise is opaque it seems.
You cross a transcendental realm –
unspoken vesper in sacral dreams
that never attains its lofty helm.
Someday, I know you will understand
my passionate affection for you -
How my heart bleeds with tender demand,
unformed entanglement to pursue!
My ink is flowing hoping to charm,
My poem an aphrodisiac.
Unwritten rhymes planning to disarm
and attract you to my love lilac.
Though you're beyond my bewitching reach,
I devote this unsung ode to us.
My dear, with unsaid words I beseech -
Let's join our hearts without further fuss.
A POET'S CRUSH - collaboration with Linda Alice Fowler
But by grace do I shadow your form
from each darkened night to bright-lit morn.
You're silvery-white in my life's storm
hosting shivery thoughts yet unborn.
Would that my pen divine such meaning,
enflame fiery feelings unbidden
that stun me dumb at their convening.
My emotions revealed, unhidden.
Yet my disguise is opaque it seems.
You cross a transcendental realm –
unspoken vesper in sacral dreams
that never attains its lofty helm.
Someday, I know you will understand
my passionate affection for you -
How my heart bleeds with tender demand,
unformed entanglement to pursue!
My ink is flowing hoping to charm,
My poem an aphrodisiac.
Unwritten rhymes planning to disarm
and attract you to my love lilac.
Though you're beyond my bewitching reach,
I devote this unsung ode to us.
My dear, with unsaid words I beseech -
Let's join our hearts without further fuss.
This retrograde entropy enslaves open minds and prepares open graves. The music plays, yes, but the dance is delayed.
Choronzon shuns the sun, even before the spark of man’s inception. His dark art festers in the balanced heart, eating away at pure intention.
Think ye safe? You are wrong. His power is strong; and from that abysmal home, his reach firm and long. Like a lion on the prowl, the beast is free to seek and roam.
That old star eater, game cheater, life sucker, soul ****er. Is it no wonder that thrice three is his unholy number?
“Resist”, ye say “and he shall flee.” Empty words speaketh thou thee! Show me THY skill and stop telling me.
Your tongue talks games that your mind can’t play. Who saves? The serving slaves? Toiling for their spoils on rainy days. Nay, I say!
Explode and rage! For once, be thou brave! Unleash thy flaming, turning, blade! Strike at the heart and the head will cave!
Enflame thyself in most holy adoration and soon ye shall see that this, alone, is the key to defeat this abomination.
The mind tattered and the soul bereft, take a breath of what’s left, and after this swift annihilation, sit ye long to calm your mind, and compose thyself to holy meditation.
Know thyself as in Adonai’s presence. Be ye still.
Be ye still! Know thyself to be; KNOW thyself to be; it’s nothing to simply “feel”.
At the very last moment, when the heart and mind be quiet and still, ye shall then and only then know thyself victorious, and the accomplishment of thy Will.
Moisture found a passage way into my eyes,
And engendered tear drops when from a web site
Called 'Classmates' came a greeting from a fellow high
School student who became the wife of a treasured friend.
She greeted me with the words, "I hope you are blessed".
My reply to her was, "Indeed, I am blessed". Notwithstanding,
While reflecting upon the life of my early demising friend,
The age-old question of 'why the good die young' surfaced
Once more from the pages of my musing mind.
We often think that there will be lots of questions posed
To the Lord when we all get to heaven. However, I also think
That on other occasions, beholding The Master's face will
Quickly erase or remove every question. Moreover, the former
Things that we found memorable on earth will fade, and the
'All things made new' will enflame our every existence. But until
Then, I will treasure the memory of my awesome friend Charles.
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