Constructive conflict
Summer of red hot pokers
Being wrong is right
Categories:
pokers, conflict,
Form: Haiku
Inglenook
She, the face in the embers,
The remnants of a raging fire,
Smoulders like a cigarette
Between lips of lustful desire.
Where men stoke in gay abandon,
Pokers hot as blacksmiths arms,
To fade and die in the ashes,
The inglenook of her charms.
Breathe, breathe, smoke inhale,
Fill your lungs, my laddy, my son,
And when you spit the bloody spit
What manhood will be done?
Ten a penny, 'tis Rose and Jenny
For whom you shall but die,
But it is dreams of her raging fire
That will burn the smokey sky.
She, the naked, fireside chat
Will weep upon the ashen grate,
And you dowsed her, her inglenook,
How it sealed a young mans fate.
Where flames rose and flames fell
Like the dance of a harlots fare,
And you, the gasp of life and death
Did often purvey her there.
Breathe, breathe, my laddy, breathe,
How dare you die so young,
The inglenook knows many tunes
But you have hardly sung.
Ten a penny, yet be you broke
And deader than her yearn,
She, the face in the embers,
When once, my son, you burned.
© RJVHorton2016
Categories:
pokers, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Through the cracks in my paving
I'm growing lemon thyme
The rosemary I'm saving
In my cooking will taste divine.
Apple mint and dill, Parsley and chives
Basil and coriander, Oregano and sage
The fragrances in our gardens
Stay with us all our lives.
Some strange people call them egg plants
but aubergines are their real names
My courgettes and tomatoes
Now planted in cold frames.
Delphinium in the borders
Magnolia and roses too
Chrysanthemum and dahlia
Arriving right on queue .
Sweet pea near the back wall
Climbers of every kind
Seeing my cherry tree's in full bloom
always blows my mind.
I've got red hot pokers
Buddleia for the butterflies
The beauty of my snowball tree's
Is like nectar for the eyes.
A garden is a living space
It should not be neglected or left alone
Let it become your magical place
An extension of your home.
Categories:
pokers, beautiful, garden,
Form: Verse
crackling within the core
deeply burning
penetrating agony
torturing hell
pulsating burns
letting loose
in a broken heart
blinding weakness
hatred falling
inflicting torture
hounds of hell
howling unmercifully
draining love
jeweled tears
of emotion
begin counting steps
slowly downwards
a black abyss
within the pits
screaming darkness
dying love burns
in thunderbolts of fire
pleading insanity
piercing pain
hot pokers
penetrating deeply
crying for mercy
in monster aches
a cyclops
one way vision
ghosts polluting light
vowing never to return
as demons
are emptied
unto this earth
walking among'st
the dead
two headed beast
serpent of hate
begins fighting one war
one of love
the other hate
within this heart
standing at
the crossroads
light feeding love
hands towards Heaven
the snake twists
then turns
lying in the fork
face of truth triumphs
power to love
strength within emotion
rebuilding trust
forgiving the past
each step purifying
a golden pathway
to love again
i see light
coloring feelings
the sun smiling
surviving one nightmare
Categories:
pokers, dark, heart, light,
Form: Free verse
This world
in a state
of confusion
upside down
in no mans land
love eternal flame
hopes candle
blossoming red
flames on fire
with the rays
a setting sun
Burning deep
hot pokers
inside this heart
power of another
hangs one's destiny
crossing the dead sea
flickering shadows
smoldering ashes
in dreams
staring into
an empty space
Opening the windows
of my soul
misted emotions fall
loving someone
beyond everything
drowning in pain
one gulp a time
slipping away
dealing with
the heart's hurt
this nightmare
holds pain within
Awaiting light
of the morning sun
dawning of life
carrying dark shadows
in ghosts of loved ones
until we meet again
love never leaves
we get hurt
within loves emotion
Categories:
pokers, love, love hurts, romance,
Form: Free verse
FLOWERS' SECRET DESIRES
Buttercups want to slim down their cholestrol with a diet
To become low-low cups, they wanna try it
Sunflowers want to stop turning after the sun
And feel free to look away from time to time, just for fun
Forget-me-nots try desperately to remember
My name as I pass them by in September
Foxgloves itch to fit onto some fox finger,
Hold some fox thumb, and on some fox hand linger
Red hot pokers wish they could cool down in style
And get out of the fire once in a while
Indian paintbrushes want to be known as firstnation paintbrushes,
Aboriginal paintbrushes, or native American paintbrushes.
Categories:
pokers, funny,
Form: Couplet
The grower's child and the picker's child want to run away
They want to go to Duluth, the most exotic place they know
We fear he'll get amoralous and ruin us, ruin us
Here the rain is falling, straight as pokers
But never piercing the laconic plane of air
A sudden wind will blow it sideways, straight into eyes
It is too warm to stay in one place, but to follow --
I make up my mind before the gate hits me on the way out
They call for me, but I run, I run
I've run
Weeds underfoot buoy me to the sky
My age doesn't matter now, nor my circumstance
Only my good feet, my big lungs to take in the blue
My calves
I know the laws of the universe but there's no reaction
Not here or now
Categories:
pokers, happiness, life, philosophy, seasonschild,
Form: Free verse
The Devil got the sack last week
He’s feeling at a loss
For several thousand years now
He’s been in charge, the boss
The new man’s changing everything
Hired a whole new team
The place is so much nicer
A more relaxed regime
Red hot pokers up the ****
De rigueur, they are not
Only those that ask, will get
A poker up their bot
There’s been a change of fragrance too
Well, sulphurs so outré
Seems Lily of the valley
Is the order of the day
We’re getting leather sofas, which
Could well be here quite soon
And a squad of decorators
Working hard in every room
Now they’ve fixed the air conditioner
It’s behaving as it should
Hell is rather pleasant
In fact it’s jolly good
So when you pop your clogs
And you’re deciding where to go
Forget the trip to Heaven
It’s much better down below
Categories:
pokers, faith, fantasy, funny
Form: Light Verse
Your words are like red iron pokers,
Poking my heart ‘til I learn.
Though the argument was yesterday,
My heart still feels the burn.
The blow you give with your words,
Fills my heart with gore.
Though the argument was yesterday,
Today my heart’s still sore.
Categories:
pokers, loveheart, heart,
Form: Quatrain