Long Fan the flames Poems

When it struck 11, I sighed in relief
When it struck 11, I haven't felt grief
The time kept ticking on and it wasn't brief
And I'm so… patiently shaking like a leaf
Vigorously feeling vital everyday...
Every minute...every second...come...

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Reminiscent of Dante’s Inferno,
In gloom cries today’s time: O there’s no scope
For whoso lives, abandon all the hope.
Maybe he’d reasons enough to think so.

Yet, if body’s in need of oxygen,
Human spirit too such life-force no...

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MAKING GEMS
love and procreation

All, is all I want of you,
Satisfy my neurosis -My aesthetic desires; Deep in the mines of your mind. Allow me to collect my jewels: Allow me to search your very core—...

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The mind, a wilderness and untamed 
A place of unknowns and darkened woods 
A battleground where ambitions are drained 
And life plays out in the most uncontrolled goods 

As a student, I fought through the...

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The Life we now live seems but a deceitful drain
Rules abound that keep us all in chains
When will our saviour show us 
We are in his favour

Blessed are the rich for they can afford the...

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Running her hand over her smooth, long leg
She sips red wine and tosses back her hair
The smokey air in the Main Street bar
Seems to lift when she sees him there
 
Across the room, a lady...

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These are 5 featured newest poems by Poet Mario William Vitale,
through each episode we explore the most reflection you got here
my first poem entitled : 

(1) Awakening

the shadows scribble beneath the words you got hope...

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Sitting here alone,
staring at a cold fireplace
Half of me not home,
left an empty pillow space

Teardrop candle wax
lights the room with sadness
Kindled by mirror sobs,
reflection of an ashen image

You spark the fire
inside of me

You fan the...

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fragrance of yesteryears distilled from heartache and joy

mixture of entropy and cohesion scented in hopeful aroma

	sweat from wanderlust of adventure

	tears from emotional advancement

	blood of hard work’s injuries over time

	fears contained and turned into vigour 

	petals...

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Luminous lids lift, languidly unveiling vistas of vibrant verse, as lavish laughter lines lips that lure with lyricism.

Sultry syllables swirl, a sweet serenade that saturates the senses, summoning sonnets that soar on solar winds.

Gentle gestures...

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Why should I be as one to veileth 
herself, asking God, why thy Lilith? 
You who made me of filth and impure sediment
Unlike the first man, made of dust or earth
What cause am I to...

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Most poets tell the truth of life 
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose;
To compose is but their duty.

Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets...

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The realization is that
both parties want to maintain power
at the expense of "we the people".
That's why they rarely work together
at every turn they undercut the other
manipulate "the pay to play' media.
Both parties fan the flames...

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shooting blanks

smoking blunts

eyes, face & hands

when will we understand

you can't keep sticking it to the man

fan the flames of sin

where do I even begin again

hopping, rocking no stopping

got clowns to the left of me jokers...

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50 Words for Poe: Vide Cor Meum



Look into my heart
see it’s sinew ripped
in the hole daisies grow
and death renews
forget-me-nots
unfurling crushed blue
from their
black soiled
deep dead 
purple sleep

Vide Core Meum
slowly burns 
the earth of me
forests roar
barefoot walks...

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From the mountains of Olympus to the river Volga through the hanging valley of Salzburg from north, south, east and west we are the princes of the universe, unbridled sinister sultan's of perpetual war it...

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Pontificating pin heads
laboriously tongue lashing
mandatory attendees
pundits, preachers
oligarchs of oratory
empowered by mad scientists
in twisted mind laboratory.
If everybody gets a bite
of a sandwich never ending
the masses will be sated
and we’ve controlled our spending
if everybody works for free
--that...

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Why I Love Writing Poetry?

Did I mean why I love writing poems?
Nevertheless, I love writing poems or poetry:
To simply have fun, make others happy,
Inspire and defend others; to fan the flames
Of fairness, and to seek...

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If words could envelop fire,

I’d whisper softly into a quiet

note and let the pyre in my

lonely coffer spill out it’s smokey dispatch.

Letting pathos glow inside carrion’s beat,

I would endeavor this note reach a messenger

with quick...

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Opportunity twist and twirl in a dance,
Blank shadows mimicking each movement,
Giving the moment an elusive chance
To embrace the renaissance for fulfillment.

Time turning the sentiments of the heart
Into the ceremony of spiritual purity,
While the worse of...

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And then we fan the flames to such a height, they glow bright, acridity burning our eyes.

But so easily we forget the reasons as to why; we, we are stuck blind.

Still we chuck embers, blow...

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The media likes nothing more 
than a white rogue cop
and desperate black skin
followed by a good old fashioned race riot
to ignite ratings
secure their jobs for millennium,
more views
higher ratings 
more ad revenue
play it twenty four seven
fan...

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As I looked in your eyes, 
I saw a tiny flicker 
As a small piece of your love for me 
Died deep within you 

A flicker so small 
You barely gave it notice, 
But it...

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You never kiss me like you used to do,
Or say you want me so I know it’s true.
And even though we still might get it on,
There’s no denying, babe, the thrill is gone.

These days the...

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With eyes turned up to the sky
In hopes to find that piece of pie
How many years of blood sweat and tears
Have you not yet made it out of here

Always asking for advice
When given saying that...

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