Long Flames Poems
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Long, Long ago in a hut made of bark
Children awoke to a loud raptors hark,
Where misty moonlight filled the night sky
And shimmering stars twinkled up high.
They never did flinch from what they did hear
As birds were more vocal that time of year,
Day time like nighttime the animals spoke
To tell of their stories to all the kinfolk.
Plus not faraway a corroboree grew
Where they could peer out to get a vast view,
And what they did see had widened their eyes
They thought they were dreaming from such a surprise!
Aunties combined all clapping their sticks
A shadow was cast to lunar eclipse,
Didgeridoo loudened and looped
A traditional song for all who had grouped.
Singing had echoed and how it was grand
Whilst dancers kicked dust and golden white sand,
Though this was real common in such an event
Where music evoked all that was dreamt.
There through the flames and embers that flew
The children were puzzled if anyone knew...
As never before within their lifespan
Was sighted a dancing goanna-man.
I have to write so I want fight
Release with a pen paper takes to flight
Tight closed fist opened with might
Is it right?
I might just think might
Words speak louder when verbally not nice
Revised remember importance lights
Turn to burn down candle flames height
I have to write to pour out pitchers of despair
Whether or not who cares
But dare
Say something when they do not know
Arrows shoot but not without bows
Growth
Happens when chosen to receive
I may not be like you and you are most definitely not me
Let’s see how a riddle can be solved
Tea bags boil but they never seem to dissolve
That’s all I saying for today
I may metaphorically say
Days may seem they do end
But today is not a day to pretend
Like everything is going well
They run dry but writing always tell a tale
The crashing waves hit the bow, as we cut through waters deep.
Clasped in irons that cut the skin; forged in the fires that never sleep.
The desert was dry, the sun beat down, I am free as a bird
The breeze tickled through the oasis, near the camel herd
Now my love is fading, like the burnt embers of those flames.
I am now branded a thief and prisoner, amongst some other names.
The hate I felt for the whore that tried to give his love to me.
Was so strong I felt I could kill him, my love he will never see.
I stole for her a flower, a simple heart felt gift.
The perfume now a memory, on this prison galleon adrift.
I am traveling to my wedding, across the desert so hot and dry.
Perfumed flower petals along the way, by slaves are scattered awry.
Seven years the price for my gift of love it did gain.
Hard labour I endure, to avoid the leather cat pain.
My arms are full of bracelets, and pearls hang round my neck.
I never think of him, now shackled on that deck.
Her kisses sublime, a memory fading, the perfume of her skin and hair
The price is high but I will pay, I took her from him to be fair.
To think I could have kissed. him makes my skin fairly crawl.
But the plan worked well, for my new rich lover, it managed to enthrall.
Slaves to love, there is no choice, when our hearts lead us astray.
I stand here windswept and tear stained, with seven years to pay.
How dry my eyes now he has gone, freedom is beckoning me.
So easy it was to frame him, now he has seven years before he is free.
I stand in the wind, rope in hand, waves crashing all around.
My ankles are bleeding with the chains, and the cat makes a whistling sound.
I lay on cushions with rings on my fingers the slaves are fanning me.
My wrists are bathed in rose oil, and kissed perpetually.
My love is strong, my heart is given, and I know I will endure.
My love will wait for me, my beauty, my life, my own sweet amour.
Thank goodness I kept my heart for me, and for me alone.
This thing called love is foolish, my heart it has never known.
In collaboration with Declan Fitzgerald who started the story off which made it easy to alternate my side of the story as a femme fatale between his couplets.
Just wish in this lonely moment of time
I could hold and hug you right now dearest
Taking you love under my wings floating into another world
Where smiles they dance with joy inside such a blessing gift
Having you sweet for-get-me-not's draws happy visions
where the sunshine meets its brilliance at a rainbow's end
Dazzling starlight of dreams whispers within this ocean
in the moon candlelight silver shadows tango
Dancing flames together burning one fire in the light
that stands before me as the flames forever ignite loving you flies free
Hotly your the sunshine of life with eyes like stars
silver sparkling diamond jewels drifting into your soul
Sunbeams warmly touch gently held in a smile
that melts warmly into flutters of this heart
You talked the talk, you walked the walk
you also played with fire
Now you’re gone, I’m moving on
setting flames to the liar
You did me wrong, so I sing this song
Revenge it is so sweet
I’ll stack the wood, cause you got me good
Now your gonna feel the heat
[Chorus]
Your gonna burn burn burn
the tables have turned turned turned
yeh your gonna burn burn burn
You played with fire
your such a liar
ooohhh you played with fire fire fire
Your time has come, you haven’t won
talk is really cheap
Karmas now here, & hell is so near
you’ll burn to a charcoal heap
You fooled me once, you played me twice
was always a roll of the dice
There’s no way out, don’t bother to shout
you’re trapped in your own evil vice
[Chorus]
Your gonna burn burn burn
the tables have turned turned turned
yeh your gonna burn burn burn
Ooohhh yeh you played with Fire fire fire
ooohhh yeh your such a liar liar liar
I shouldn’t have stayed, you shouldn’t have played
but now it is my turn
Your days are done, destroying fun
& now your gonna burn
[Chorus]
Your gonna burn burn burn
the tables have turned turned turned
yeh your gonna burn burn burn
You played with fire
your such a liar
ooohhh you played with fire fire fire
Your gonna burn burn burn
As I stared into the mirror,
my tears reminded me of my beautiful heart.
That was swept away by the deep meaning
of love,
under the woman's sinful unearthed life.
No one came to rescue my thoughts that were on display
to a broken face,
while my heart burned from walking through the flames
when you left me with a sad goodbye.
If I deleted my existence with a single shot,
would that make the message so loud and clear?
My mind made up; the situation is critical.
My eyes began to close as I applied some pressure.
Click! I wonder beyond myself as to what happened.
To know your life was over, but the gun jammed
set my eyes to relax as they hit the floor,
laid there motionless; I really can't take no more.
But then a cold breeze flowed through my body
as I asked for help.
Then my guardian angel supplying me with help and wisdom.
The angel said, "BE AN ANGEL FOR THE KIDS OF TOMORROW INSTEAD OF BEING GONE FROM SORROW!"
The flames from my heart began to marinate with happiness
and I became.
“Blood in the sacred Valley”- Blood on us
We came as tourists, hearts so wide,
With sandalwood and faith as guide;
To Pahalgam, where rivers sing,
We brought no sword, we wore no ring.
Just saffron threads and folded hands,
A hope to touch our sacred lands;
But prayers were drowned by bullets’ cry,
And mountains watched our children die.
They struck from shadows, masked in hate,
As if our birth could seal our fate;
In name of God they claim, they kill,
But what God drinks from blood that spills?
The chadar fell, the bangles broke,
The incense died beneath the smoke;
And silence swallowed all our names,
But not the memory, nor the flames.
O brothers lost in sacred land,
Your ashes mix with Kashmir’s sand.
But from that dust, we rise and say,
You did not fall in vain that day.
O children lost, O mothers torn,
O sacred blood, unjustly borne;
You were not weak, you were betrayed,
By silence, while the heavens swayed.
But grief is not a chain, it’s flame,
And fire remembers every name;
We carry sorrow in our eyes,
But in our hearts, the phoenix flies.
This pain won’t pass, nor should it rest,
For justice lives within the chest;
Each tear a blade, each breath a vow,
You struck us then, we rise up now.
We are not stone, we break, we burn,
But still we rise, and still return;
For every soul they tried to take,
Ten thousand more shall now awake.
Kashmir, you cradle both our pain,
And courage drawn from each bloodstain;
We grieve, we rage, we will not bend,
This fire within will never end.
Written Apr 23, 2025
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Deeply touched by massacre of innocent Hindus in Pahalgam valley in Kashmir on apr 22, 2025 by Muslim terrorists
"The darkened sky stole my tears,"
replaced the heat of hurt with jewels,
specks of lunar-glazed silver dust,
to see me sip rose-wine reveries of midnight,
where procrastinated promises
and dusky dreams of the heart linger...
Perhaps, I knew not my need ~
to be saved by the burning shimmers
and silken shivers of your silhouette
drifting through indigo azure in silence,
like flickers of love long veiled in haze ~
a reflection of nocturnal thirst.
If only you could undress your lyrical lens
to speak the unspoken ache
inscribed within infatuated ink ~
hidden beneath cerulean hymns
then I would not carve kohl lines,
of sleepless sighs lost to time...
So unlock the garden of galactic secrets
breathing within the soul of stars
twinkling russet tales of twin-flames.
There I'll reside, where your voice ricochets,
as the devoted black diamond ~
forever engrossed in dews of desire...
The Flicker of the Flame
When love is fueled by passion
that was once a tiny spark,
heartstrings will come unfastened
flames will punctuate the dark.
Memories looking back in time
paint images so true.
Soon our dreams will turn tomorrow
into days that we’ve passed through…
A devotion worth professing
and for certain not by chance,
this union is a blessing of
an ageless, timeless romance.
Your search between the shadows
saw the man that I became.
Your beauty took my breath away
by the flicker of the flame…
Cole Banner
Copyright ©2020
across the table pink-eyed – not even Alice’s rabbit either – the impenitent sat – stooped – round as a fatted pig – full of pride in service – unabashed by his kill count – he spoke of philosophy Paris and London – his son following in his footsteps - Afghanistan his war – Perrier green glass sparkled – heat withheld – lust present & accounted for – lust for the military bit
across the table sat Alice - unknowing peacemonger – she observed his head turtling into his neck – she didn’t comment on his war stories – caffeine drove her to the precipice of honesty - lemming like she fell – but not for him – the hour spent down the rabbit hole passed – the sustenance she fed him swallowed - they parted ways
no company found – matchless – burnt-out flames – neither the better off for the meet