The fire keeps burning
No water to quench
Look at the sky
The air is so dry
No moist clouds
To bring the rains around
Many trees have vanished
The earth looks parched
Before we are left dead
Let us keep the fire burning
Give back to the earth
Restore the trees anon
Bring back the rain
To wash away all the pains
The droplets of water
Keep the air fresh and cool
Let the sun hide behind the clouds
Rainbow adorn the big blue sky
Dances like a peacock
Let Romance fill the air
Make your sweetheart feel shy
----- Suresh Iyer
Cleansing fire shall end sin’s surge.
As promised, signs signal God’s send —
Earth, please believe, shall feel death’s scourge.
Foretold by prophets; God shall rend.
The world, made ready for the match,
Cleansing fire shall end sin’s surge.
Our planet’s innards burst its hatch.
Death’s fuels from the waters emerge.
There, greedy men and money merge
Disregarding retribution.
Cleansing fire shall end sin’s surge.
Binding evil contribution.
Fear not, oh faithful, know God’s love.
From true teachings do not diverge.
Keep your sights on Father above.
Cleansing fire shall end sin’s surge.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
June 30, 2010
Lightning, seemingly from hell
rained down on us one summer eve.
We expected to hear the death bell
toll as fire and brimstone we perceive.
We were scattered about the house
not accustomed to cringing at nature
The lightning popped constantly close
Reducing us minute by minute in stature.
When suddenly there was a crash
A loud boom and thunder roared
As a ball of electrified fire zoomed
through the screen porch and door.
It had hit the transformer pole outside,
Slid down the guy wire to the ground
hopped and skipped across green tide
before entering the house with sound
Sizzling, through the living room and hall
through the double wide door of dinette
making a hole the size of a basketball
by the kitchen door was as far as it could get.
The acrid smell was most too much to bear.
Left by the lightning bolt straight from hell
As it awarded destruction without want of care.
To give me a bit of nature, I remember well.
© Jun 21 2010 For John's "Fear" contest
Red ball of fire at the edge of the sky
Sinking slowly as its light begins to die
Birds and animals seek shelter in your fading light
Hiding from the cold and fearsome night
Delicate flowers close and fold
Hiding colors long extolled
Stars drift across the darkness
Giving a beauty to the world’s bleak starkness
Morning comes and the fire ball rises
Lives and colors return in all their many guises
Such is the cycle of night and day
Nature’s dance, an eternal ballet
Rat
Dead rat
Dead rat stinks
Dead rat skeleton
Dead stinking rat covered with ants
Dead stinking rat covered with fire ants
Dead stinking rat covered with fire ants becomes skeleton
Gone forever dead rat remembered only by this description in fibonacci
The flames shot higher with
desire from the fire,As you looked to
the south you could look to the mouth
of the fire as she was for hire.
All the guys dressed in yellow
come to shut her down just to help there
fellow man,Was heading to town when saw
flashing lights just ahead,First time
asked to do a u-turn.
The fire would not allow us travlers
to journey beyond this point,As she
did not admire what we might fight on her
sight,AS she claims she has just given
birth and wants no games
MY FIRE PITT
Pull up a log and have a seat.
Around my fire pit.
The moon is full.The breeze is cool.
Shadow's dancing all around it.
The crackling embers float up high.
Get captured by the dew.
Like our tears we all must cry.
God wipes them dry for you.
Sip some cider. Cook a dog.
Marshmallow's blackish goo.
Tell a tail that scares the most.
Sending shivers all around you.
My favorite time of year is Fall.
It's smells and harvest moon.
The vibrant color's all around.
And your love snuggled up beside you.
MAFLongfellow