Long Flames Poems
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If only It were easy for me to part from thee
to go back to a time afore I knew you
ere your beauty and your love were forever in my heart branded
times together in my mind forever treasured, the beauty of you in my soul forever mated
Leaving nothing of all your immediate reminders.
A caress of flames to engulf me
And warm my cold loneliness,
A moment of bliss to bid me farewell
Without ire or regret
Though I cannot claim from thee my heart anymore than I can claim the moon from the skies for your love.
The heart wants what it wants and I cannot even begin to grasp the reasons neither can I fathom the depths of these alien feelings,
Only that should I lose you after I've just found you, I ....cannot imagine going on.
It began twelve months ago,
Twelve months before today.
Clearing out the shearing shed,
Seeking things to throw away.
The chip board panels, old speakers,
And chairs made the pile high.
The pile to burn grew twenty foot up,
Quickly reaching toward the sky.
The months grew the pile more,
With dead branches and blackberry brambles.
There was no engineering going on,
The pile, a broken, arthritic sort of shambles.
And then the night, the soaking ground
Made a beautiful footed muddy sludge.
And thirty odd people turned up for the
Annual farm’s bonfire musical dancing trudge.
The dogs and sheep, they loved the sight,
Flames burning the clouds away.
Flames ripped and tore, destroyed and ate all night,
A purely majestic, hypnotic sort of display.
By morning light tree stumps still fought,
Being killed in a slow assassination.
And now I’m cleaning out the other shed,
For next year’s incineration.
Sunflower
There is one
named Ring of Fire,
and round
a dark brown base,
bright red-gold petals
border well
its rim-
like dancers
swaying,
flames aglow
side by side-
such a fiery view.
Oh, lovely Ring of Fire-
you
mesmerize me so.
May 10, 2020
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 17 - Yalto
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: 1. Sunflower
Form: Yalto, invented by Edward Ibeh
Syllable Count: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5
Note: 'Ring of Fire' is a 5-6 inch sunflower having golden petal edges and a ring of red surrounding the chocolate brown center. Decidedly different from other sunflowers, 'Ring of Fire' stands out in a crowd of plain gold or yellow flowers. 'Ring of Fire' plants may reach 4 to 5 feet tall, spreading 2 to 3 feet.
Thorns tearing as a soul cries out
For a magic star to appear in the Heavens
Lost in the silver of the moon face
alone inside a chandelier
star lighting crystals a rainbow of love
In each teardrop one star falls
Within thoughts dust a trail
falling water sparkling over jewels glistening
in each and every wish granted
Shimmering silver treasure
falling in love you are so beautiful
sweetly beyond this world and the next
Twinkling behind dazzling sparkles
jewels of everlasting happiness
bliss will be the joy it brings
in never ending beauty sings
Each a warm fluttering inside wings
blushing ruby red lips kissing desire
deeply turning keys passion hotly breathes
Warm with a fire burning bright
flames openly embracing you love
softly and tenderly sighs sweetly
Touching this dream a gentle warm glow
holding the heart open
to one stunning beauty of a queen
Our eyes are kindled with the careless spark of a sudden glance.
Few words are spoken, our eyes making a silent dialogue …
Invitation and consent.
Our passion-flame, vivid orange and blue-red,
Heating our blood until, like mulled wine,
It warm-flows.
Our wine-breath is warm and sweet,
Our mouths exchanging hungry kisses
Like greedy children.
Our bodies clinging to one another as if
Close to the precipice, we fear to fall.
Yet relish the thought of falling
In an ever-falling close embrace.
Too soon, from the scorch-blackened earth
Of frenzied and fiery lust
My Phoenix-fear arises.
Fear of engulfment, loss of control,
Guilty longings.
But the spark, the flame is gone.
Merely shadows and embers remain.
Too late.
Sudden strangers, you and I
June 1986
As the years passed as their darkened grip grew
The white right began their searching pursue
Armies they, to the black attacked
Fearing nothing but good, for freedom they react
Legions of Hades descended on mother earth
Decrying her beauty and saviour so worth
Fortresses they built, their base for campaign
For they revelled to he, forever to remain
But unknown to the dark, white disciples remained strong
For they will fight for their lands, for they belong
In masses they approach this darkened keep
Their intention to deliver plight as their light gently weeps
Hour after hour as the battle rages on
Pincer movements never dent this darkened brawn
Suddenly, in the afternoon sun, clouds so dark, is evils triumph in stride
Ebony wings many miles wide, above this theatre in gentle glide
Circling as they soar, below cobalt steel clouds
Golden Eagles so regal, their glides resonate loud
Natures fury awakens as she joins in the cause
Thunder and lightning crashes on their darkened laws
Flames rage through their keep whilst the ground below shakes
Bringing walls and towers down against an redding orange drape
Cries of death resonate through the acrid black air
Whilst the armies of the right in salute stand and stare
These legions from Hades from our world, now gone
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Through the stratosphere
Flying where no one dares
Searching in spite of fear
Wonderful little blue sphere
Creatures strange beings
Atmosphere unclean
So many wondrous things
Collecting images unseen
Moving at sonic speed
Trying to discover needs
A medal for exploring deeds
Fame becomes his greed
Within a flash
He suddenly crashed
Saucer reduce to trash
His head slams into the dash
Billy Bob and Big Bubba saw the flash
Get out of the pickup to look at the crash
Think pictures would get us cash?
Lets burn it up don't want no city trash
This is planet Earth
Burial of Major Dirth
Images for planet Mirth
Never to be unearth
Flames burn high and green
Two rednecks pour on gasoline
Funny and just serene
How Earth remains an alien dream.
Because you choose to wait
for Jesus to return to Earth,
Because you choose to wait
for your self-righteous Rapture,
our Great Transitional End
of naturally sinful,
unspiritual
carnal
mortal Earth,
Which do you also choose to do while you wait
to die
so you can Paradise live divinely,
timelessly,
cooperatively,
with fullest possible integrity
of Earth nearly become,
yet denied,
Heaven?
Do you choose
a life lived in communion
with God your Father of creative love,
like sunshine
blessing lily splattered green meadows,
embracing isolated willow trees
producing modest yellow spring blossoms
caressed by healing butterflies
and bees?
Or do you choose
a more LeftBrain dominant life
of capitalized Ego-autonomy,
a dying paranoid Win/Lose life trend
toward isolation
and Lose/Lose helplessness?
Do you too often choose mono-egotistic competition
despite long-term health risks?
Over-extended tragedy
for all potential future children
of all organic EarthTribe,
communal polypaths
inviting resilient multipurposed Paradise
of Health today
Reforesting
healing
planting and harvesting
communing with non-sectarian organic Earth,
Especially when sun shine calls
to ultra-violet daydream rainbows,
crescent stars shine
bright night
extended family
crystal communions,
story-telling fire-circle flames,
songs of full theological disclosure
in nature's liturgical spirit dance,
Bicamerally exploding
peaceful sufficiency of messianic return
both affluent and effluent
Because you choose not to wait
to return to messianic/bodhisattva wealth
of Win/Win health
and ecopolitical reforestations,
anciently awaiting
anxious transubstantiations
Secular EarthHere
with sacred UniversalNow,
ego-healthing space
within eco-bilateral Time.
What a shame, a crying shame,
Forests, serene, so tame,
Have to burn till crusty and dry
As they breath their last sigh!
Proud tall old trees that suffer,
And weep as flames
Crackle below, creeping
Higher and higher,
Engulfing them in an
Ocean of fire!
They shed tears not for them-selves
But mostly for humanity,
What will you do without us
They cry,
This Planet is doomed,
Look out, or Earth will
Wither and die.
Flames can be seen from afar
As branches turn their faces
Away from their pain and a
Dripping flow of
Burning leaves,
Whisper their story,
Of eons, of glory.
Heat waves unbearably hot,
Have fueled these
Furious forest fires
No means of protecting
Their beauteous facade,
Alas, trees sway
This way and that,
Can bear no more, succumb
To a surrounding inferno,
Unbearable to see them so,
As like dominoes they fall,
And let out a dying call,
Humanity hear us now,
Come together and stop
This carnage,
For it is for you we cry,
As we burn and slowly fry!
All this was predicted
Millenniums ago,
Don’t forgo
The wise sayings of
Yester year,
We feel and see your fear,
Take a step back,
Renew your view,
Don’t just look ahead,
We learn from the old
And the new,
Take heed, we
Are speaking to you!
Melting glaciers at the poles
Hurricanes, tornadoes
Earthquakes, unrest and killing
Amidst a Covid Pandemic,
Always remember
We need each other,
Worldwide organizations
Have put Planet Earth
On red alert,
A humanitarian disaster
By coming together,
We must avert.
In the crucible of love, we're tested and tried,
Our hearts beaten, bruised, and scarred inside,
The flames of passion, fierce and wild and free,
Can burn away the facade, revealing what we truly be.
Like silver purified, our love's refined,
Through trials and tribulations, it's defined,
The cutter's edge, though sharp as pain,
Shapes us, molds us, for love's sweet gain.
Tears fall like rain, our hearts laid bare,
Yet in the darkness, love's spark is there,
A light that flickers, but never fades,
Guiding us through life's turbulent shades.
The road to true love's long and winding way,
Paved with heartbreaks, pain, and dismay,
But every step, every fall, every rise,
Brings us closer to love's sweet surprise.
For love's not just a feeling, but a choice,
A commitment to stand through every voice,
To weather every storm, to brave the night,
And hold on tight, till morning's first light.
So let the refiner's fire burn bright,
Let love's crucible test our might,
For in the fire, we're purified and made new,
And in the pain, our love shines through.
Through every trial, every test of time,
Our love's refined, like gold that's truly mine,
And when the fire's died, and the pain's subsided,
We'll find that true love's worth the price we've paid.