Long Ignite Poems
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She came to me from a fettered past
Emma seeking a place to crash
Her words, trembling, revealed her pain
From someone’s cold and bitter reign
She needed refuge a place to stay
I opened my door without delay
We sipped wine and shared our dreams
We reminisced about the bend in the stream
The night grew deep, the hours flew
My humble home, not much, will do
Restless turning, sighs in the dark
She couldn’t sleep, missing a spark
I said, “scootch closer, let me be
Your comfort, wrapped in warmth with me.”
In gentle arms, the world fell away
Embraces where passion found its way
To make a story turn to gold
We found comfort in our lover’s fold
Epilogue:
In shadows cast by midnight’s gentle hand
We whispered dreams only hearts could ‘stand
Wine's sweet laughter lingered on our lips
Desires awakening in subtle trembling wisps
On tangled shrouds, the awaiting dawn drew us near
Saying to two hearts things they could only hear
In an early morning hush, confessions softly fell
Two hearts entwined when secret passions swell
Wine-kissed lips and whispers do ignite
Desire awakened, surrendering alike
In tangled arms, longing softly grew
A warm and loving comfort shared by only two
...and I say "Good morning" to you
All the words and truth I spoke was cause I was trying to bring hope to you. It was never to play games. Yet, a game has started. I can see all the impossible truths from deep inside of you. That could fall like rain dropping or like the morning dew, Just coming over me and you.
You have that something about you. That something that screamed out loud to me, and will not let my mind just be. It calls out I will destroy you like your no body.
That right there intrigues me so. I have to see if it was your soul calling out to me. As I dream of far of places, or is it the universe threating me with darkness that i can not have.
For you see I am not scared of pain, I am scared of the plain, the normal everyday, the just same old same.
I want and need the wildfires burning all around and to be standing on scorched ground. Picking embers from our feet cause god damnit you ignite me. Not because of your pretty face, But because what you feel and say to me. But then at the same you only barely know my name.
On Sky shielded palm,
When sun couldn't make rain calm...
Nothing remains so.
At Moon subtle cheek,
When stars wouldn't look that weak,
Nothing remains so.
Over running days...
When strength couldn't make nice hays,
Nothing so remains.
Behind crawling nights...
When nerves wouldn't silent frights,
Nothing so remains.
Around oily shrine...
When deities couldn't dare dine,
So remains nothing.
Far burnt sacrifice-
Baal failed; Elijah suffice,
So remains nothing.
Like ...
Light, In the silence of an empty night
Shines nothing, finds no fault or expose shrines...
Rather enhance fear to ignite lone fright,
Far away ever experienced designs.
Its rays can't burn waiting sacrifices;
Neither could its whisper silent dark sky.
POETRY LESS
Sitting at my computer with my silly hat on,
Not knowing what to write,
I really feel sad, down, really not bright,
My muse is no help at all tonight,
As I struggle to think with all my might!
The situation lately is quite,
A challenge, and in spite,
Of my every endeavour, as I face this plight
Do not have an inkling, or even a slight
Idea, I try to relax, not to fight
This block in my mind, it’s a fright,
Hey musey mine, show me a light,
For my ideas are a tad trite!
You want us to fly a kite,
In the dark, at night?
Drink champagne and become tight,
And caviar and biscuits bite?
I’m beginning to come right,
Oh my goodness dear muse, wait
A poem is slowing forming despite,
The block in my mind, what a delight,
But in hindsight,
Let’s work on it tomorrow, for I am alight
Too much champagne, feel I’ll ignite!
Each and every day, whilst still in bed, she was delivered tea and toasted crusty bread
at the end of that consumption, she'd light up a deadly phag
Then drop the butt to mix with tea leaves at the bottom of the cup, On removal of that cup
by an eight year old son, the sight of that mix, would often make him gag
From both of his parents he keenly had observed,
how they did the drawback, on the substance from which he was strictly banned
Inhaled the toxic smoke, deep into their lungs,
he had practised many times without a cigarette in hand
At the tender age of ten, he decided
he would steal a cigarette or four
From the supply that his father held which he would then furtively smoke,
behind the toilet door
So now he lit the match to ignite that ciggy stick
took some puffs, inhaled the toxic smoke,
unexpected outcome, his head began to spin, he was also feeling rather sick
Subconscious mind to conscious mind
it sent out a stern warning, in which it did implore
It's a dirty filthy habit
it's one you must ignore
But the smoking it continued
interspersed with bouts of coughing, every single day
Until the age of twenty six, the penny finally dropped
this intoxicating habit, you must give it clean away
In those days there were no vapes no nicotine patches
it was the art of will power upon which he must draw
Visualisation of the bottom of the teacup that used to make him gag
was the image once again, that was what he saw
Fifty years have now elapsed since he decided
that he'd finally had enough
Withdraw from the weed which for fifteen years
he had always endured a daily puff
He finally could relax, no craving for the habit
disdains the smell of ciggy smoke
At age of three score plus seventeen years more
he has now become a so much fitter bloke
Nothing Is More Perfect Than This Chaos
Nothing is better than this blooming wound,
thinking of memories like treasures that ache,
reminiscence—not to repair what was ruined behind,
but to bless the chaos that saved us in the storm's wake.
Nothing is better, and you deserve not to disappear,
girl, I won't hold grudges in my chest like cold stars,
I don't want to ignite dead fires in old ash here,
I know I said poison-words that shouldn't be—I forgive you and you forgive my scars.
Do you still remember when I swore the verses were only for you,
and I cursed forever that no one else would be in me?
then I wrote poems for other girls who passed like smoke through,
I'm sorry—my promises were castles of ash, you see.
Do you still remember how I hated your talk, your walk, your core?
do you still remember how you said I was the most annoying fool?
but now we laugh at the knife-words and our deaf hatred from before,
I heard you're living a lavish life—back then I had only shadows as my tool.
Just reminiscence—not to repair what's broken in the stars,
because nothing is better than these rebel traces we hold,
flux: love is hate embraced in the shattered mirror's bars,
and forgetting is the most perfect memory in the cracks untold.
You are the absent-presence, my evil benefactor true,
and I am your future past, the forgiven unforgiven still,
in the labyrinth where chaos polished us better in longing's hue,
nothing is more perfect than this sacred disappointment's thrill.
The fire is blazing behind the hill and the animals are running wild in the street pushing the traffic in another direction.
Clouds of dust emerge from the sky sending particles flying in the air, landing on roof tops and engulfing the entire avenue, while the village people looked on with curiosity as the fire burn deep into their dignity.
Screams and shouts bellow from the village floor and you can hear the banging on the doors, the cry for help sound the alarm but soon or later the voice gets softer, and the sound fades and death takes the body away.
The fire continues to rage in the hills, melting everything in its path, pulling down powerline and trapping the canine its it kennels. It had nowhere to go, and the fire penetrates it from the head and in five second the dog was dead.
What curse lies in the village gate, what curse the ancestors have made, they are coming to life again and you must meet them on the other side.
The evening’s gets blacker, and the village gets emptier, and the people kept moving away from the disastrous place with salvage bundles on their head; everyone moves about in frenzy without a proper destination.
The exodus moves to the west and another group moves to the south and the exodus began to shout and the bucket is full to the brim. No water in the stream to water the northern dreams. No water in the fountain to water the Nothern mountain but they journey on, and destiny leads them on.
The thick black smoke ran a marathon up the hill burning everything and took down the entire village: I could feel the heat inside as it drew close to my side.
The fire is burning in my soul and my spirit is out of control. A spark of hope fell in the grass and sets my mind on fire, water could not put it out, but love watches it smolder to the ground and destiny held it in place to win the final big race.
The fire inside my heart continues to burn and the fire in my mind continues to ignite the entire town, the call came just in time and destiny brought us together.
When you awaken in the morning
Remember that you're lucky to be alive
You have more time in your Hourglass
For your loved ones and your Life
Whatever the weather outside
Whether rainbows, rain or sunshine
Know that it's all part of the process
Nature gives us through seasons and rhymes
We may have challenging moments
We may have pain and tears
But we need to focus on Hope and Faith
Love and Light, not Darkness and Fears
Every single Soul
Has a Purpose and a Path
We are all connected
Part of the Universe's Heart
When we expand our Hearts
Focus on the Light instead of Dark
We ignite the Power of Positivity
And extend the Light like a Sparkler
Like magic the World lights up
We discover Joy and Peace and Harmony
And when we go to sleep at night
Our Connected Consciousness inspires our Dreams
The stars twinkle and giggle and play
In the Cosmos so filled with mystery
For they know that Magic and Miracles await
For Humanity's ultimate Destiny
Take nothing in this Life for granted
Have Gratitude every single Day
For you are part of the greatest Story
That ever was played out on a Stage
One day when we've overcome the Darkness
When the Light sets us all Free
We'll celebrate our Cosmic blessings
Beyond Starlight and Stardust and Being
Yo... Man... Really? That word echoes, hangs heavy in the air/ You say "no," dismissive, a flippant affair/
But the air vibrates with possibilities, unseized/ Two "yeses" shimmering, carelessly released/
You could have been a builder, brick by brick, Instead, you're a spectator, watching dreams get sick/
Your girl she's riding ragged, a runaway train on crack's cruel track/
Little man in the back car set munching’ on a Big Mac/ Someone saw her screaming, a shattered, desperate plea/ Lost in the asphalt jungle, wanting to be free/
And you? You clutch your comfort, your convenient denial, Trading empathy for indifference/ wrapped in cold filial Loyalty to your dead stagnation/ your comfortable cage/
Help your girlfriend and baby boy find haven/
Don't mouth "impossible," "too hard," "not my fight," Two "yeses" could ignite a future, burning bright. Ya dig?
You're missing the bassline, the fundamental beat, Lost in the noise of self, your own small, selfish feat. A viewer, not a doer, trapped in your sterile frame/
While the real-world bleeds truth, whispering your name. Lay low, brother, for a spell/
Drop the jazzy pretense, the horn's mournful moan/ Pawn that tenor sax, that symbol of a dream unearned/ Get a J.O.B., let the rusty gears be turned. 'Cause that soaring saxophone, it ain't singing for you/ Just a hollow echo, amplified in your mind's eye, man, Be a doer, not a viewer, step out of the haze, Learn the power of "yes," in a million different ways/
Say "yes" to the struggle, the mess, the inconvenient truth, Say "yes" to growth, to change, to building something for youth. Say "yes" to compassion, the hand reaching out in the dark, Find the "yes" inside you,
Line of enquiry:
"We look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play."
Souls search for the eternal, silently casting their gaze,
pondering about what remains untouched by fading days.
What are we but primitive forms, easily led astray.
Upon a quest for the timeless that will forever stay.
Thoughts and beliefs are fragile like whispers in the wind.
Volatile and flowing in a dance that can easily rescind.
How little some know about their inner cosmic aspect,
yet onward we journey, undeterred by the prospect.
In the theatre of life our inner child takes the stage.
A playful spirit immune to the true wisdom of age.
Through tribulations and triumphs our characters change.
Laughing in innocence, youth cares not how the storms engage.
We are mere guests to travellers we meet on the highway,
each one with a lesson but most never really stay.
Our spirits flourish when we search for sincere meaning,
so if we do not question, then life can be demeaning.
For in seeking the eternal in a world of ebb and flow,
we find comfort in the constant, where inner treasures grow,
so, let my heart ignite in intimate fields where dreams remain.
To embrace tomorrow, regardless to what hopes we attain.