I have a molten hatred
And I ooze contempt for you
My mission it is sacred
And I will see it through.
I'll devote my hours to see
That you don't get no rest
All will know your depravity
From East into the West
I'll keep you down I'll whack the mole
wherever your raise your head
I'll shrink your space, compress your soul
But your blood I won't shed.
We will steer your life, suppress your goals
You talk of rights, how quaint
Your ship will founder on the shoals
You'll fade away, like rusted paint
And there's a climax we have planned
A final horror show
Can't alarm you much, can't show our hand
Keep going with the flow.
You don't know our names
You don't even know the reasons why
You call us petty, invoke shame
But we will laugh, and you will cry.
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the horizon drinks
molten gold from dusk's tipped cup~
night licks the last drop
They mistook her silence for softness.
But beneath that stillness,
the ground was shifting.
She wasn't snow–
she was the mountain before it breaks.
She held her tongue like a fuse,
every word a spark she wasn't ready to let go.
Not yet.
She didn't scream–
she shimmered.
Until the heat in her lungs became truth,
until the truth was too molten to hold.
And when it came out,
it wasn't a whisper.
It was lava–
raw, red, unstoppable.
Every step she took melted the lies beneath her feet.
They called it anger.
They called it destruction.
But she called it survival.
She didn't burn to destroy –
she burned to be seen.
To be heard.
To remind the world that even quiet girls
can set the earth on fire.
the molten ice cube
appeases the cayenne-tongue -
clemency of judge
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My heavy heart placed a stone on my eyes of sorrow
Unshed tears collected in the cauldron of deep sorrow.
Your demise had shattered my heart, it silently wept in woe
Words formed out of pain, remained unsaid in deep sorrow.
The deluge of grief drowned the memory shards sinking slow
The anchor disappeared within the shadow of deep sorrow.
In incised vale of agony as silent stream tears began to flow
It was lost in the searing sand of dismal desert of deep sorrow.
The touch of sympathy and words of calm kindness though
Soothed the splintered mind, lifted the shroud of deep sorrow.
Flood surge came, swept my composure away, why I didn't know
I couldn’t hold my heart melting in the eyes in deep sorrow.
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February 28, 2022
For A Brian Strand Formed Poetry Contest
Tiny candle, smoldering on the table, crying out.
If you haven't homogenized, don't sit with your peers.
Only a burning wick may damage the wax snout.
Nero's light has raised such eager hopes of medieval years
On a dazzling throne, cut heads using a pair of shears.
Written: August 8, 2021
A Brian Strand 4 or 5 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Cloud adrift vending rains
rainbow bargains
with somber slate sky
melts hued joy in eyes
holding tears sad dew shines.
May 19, 2021
Contest : Charm Me
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Yes, we are older ladies.
All with molten hips and knees,
Agnostic or Catholic fantasies?
Nothing like a good chick lit.
Who on earth wrote this blip?
Love is pulsating away,
I'll enjoy this book today!
While thunder rolls over the scene:
lightning bolts, ignite tinder trees.
Plummeting drops douse the ground fires:
but, torched by cinders, the trees' crown.
Suety smoke inks ebon clouds;
while thunder rolls over the scene.
Terrified of loud thunderstorms,
critters flee the stench of burnt wood.
Strong gusts morph into swirling winds
lofting plumes of hot embers high.
While thunder rolls over the scene,
molten lightning lights up the sky.
Dwindling fuel feeds fire's demise;
when the wind shifts upon itself.
Forest fires die out over time,
while thunder rolls over the scene.
The clouds of pathos rose from the sea of sorrow,
the storm surged from the horizon of mind’s visage,
melted in many streams of tear to torrentially flow
like the rushing rills of rain drops on face of foliage.
All the clouds didn’t dissolve in the deluge of grief,
a solitary clump held the tear drop in emotion deep,
like rain drop concealed in the fold of sodden leaf,
waited in me to wail for the promises I couldn’t keep.
Before the end of our pledged journey you’re gone,
forlorn I’ve crumbled in the debris of the fallen sky.
The hidden cloud clump melts in remorse I discern,
as it upwells within me all the restraints I feel it defy.
The spent sun sets in the ruins of my broken heart,
my dismal life can’t rise from the dark dust of despair.
As the destined time comes for me to finally depart,
for you, the cloud of memory melts one last drop of tear.
Written : February 5, 2019
May 28, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice Y
Sponsor : Brian Strand
With pure silk curves, wrapped in a rose,
Loosely sharing her neck,
Those ripples of love along her hard heart,
Her round and vivid perfect,
She was loved with a wine, she swam in the light,
She danced with a flickering flame,
‘Til she slept with the fire in burning hot coals,
That’s when she slowly became,
Broken and frail, a unique beautiful,
Warped to having no worth,
Warped, worn, contorted, not belonging to here,
She became at one with the Earth,
Now she lies on the ground, forgotten alone,
Beauty is now in the past,
She’s the rock solid ooze of once beautiful,
She’s a molten down bottle of glass.
dark jigsaw clouds
simmer above the molten gem
ablaze in an amber sky
the flaming pearl sinks low
nestled in the hill
as its embers fade
When Squirrel And Molten Iron Meet
Iron melts releasing angry ores
Molten *liquifications flow blood red below
Disgruntled veins twist beneath the Earth
Deranged rivers on volcanic burst
Squirrel jumps at this opportunity
Mimics strange metallic sounds
Melting squeaks cannot be heard above the tumult
Wire haired creature sweats, filled with fear
By the banks of hell and heat before retreating
Smart enough to leave such dangerous elements
There are no acorns to be found along the lava flow
Trees burn and so do living things in irons agony alone
Note: (* I invented the word liquification for your reading pleasure and entertainment.)
my molten soul
a fountain of raw, liquid fire
my molten soul
lava flows from an empty hole
oozing emotions, flowing dire
Heaven's water, douse my desire
my molten soul
You capture me tightly, like a trance,
enrapturing me, from very first glance,
excuse me, may I have this dance?
And who knows? Maybe a chance,
it could all end in sweet romance?!
Holding your hand, on strolls through the coast,
one pleasure to treasure, I'd enjoy the most,
Life dreams into you, as if by remote,
whilst I've got these words stuck in my throat,
screaming for you, higher than thermals, these babies float.
You centre me towards my zone,
to capture each word, make it my own,
farming seeds of thought re-grown,
Our intimate workings, each are knowing,
ensures raging rivers of lust are flowing,
it's either cumming or it's going,
all the same, ecstacies throeing,
you can't beat the embrace, at the climax of the race with silly smiles upon our face!
The feel of your skin, to inhale your aroma deep within,
like an oasis in my deserted life so far,
freeing emotions like open a jar,
you make me feel like a shooting star,
come to me, wherever you are,
fragments of reality, we each hold a piece,
come to me my darling, lets share a kiss! XX
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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