Scald Poems - Poems about Scald

...I am a dare-dreamer, a mask wearer a soul bare-r (but not always my own); a word-weaver. I pull at thoughts like strings. Strings of cobwebs and cirrus, frayed dungarees and threadbare memories ......

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...the scald war even the penguins gotta pay tax to make U.S. implode on greed glut......

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...In a ever expanding vast , dense,dark ,wild forest, crooked ,cracked,bent trees, which provide shade ,bearing fruits venomous ,with roots rotten deep down and spreading to its offshoots. In th......

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... when i'm penetrated randomly by magic fire of creation I neither burn nor scald......

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...Jalapeños popped with that french kiss; You may just have the heat to handle me; Careful, dynamite explodes with a single spark. Savor spicy slowly… Blood and lust; Your villainous eye......

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...Fifty-year old pastor Archibald And already the vessel is bald Now cold not red heat would the priest scald; Now 'irritable'when he is called... For twenty years now A Pastor: Would not sit on......

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...he’s a raver, deep from marrow, born who screams at moons to curse the morn and though his flesh is bloodless, torn he woos the beast inside him for night alone won’t hide him he creeps the ne......

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...I revere you here, in the midst of the flames Which scald incinerates and purifies the faith, And hurled ash and smoke into the frames Where flowers blossomed before our birth. Whic......

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...Stigma; Kisses from Hell, slurring devoted fiend; Your demons linger on my lips, scald me.......

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...I can feel your flames feasting on me in the dark; Your kisses they scald my neck your name alone winds me up; Take me and do what you like, I have lost my voice; Just remember, that goes bo......

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...On a grassy verge above the surging rill she stood fair haired and proud, three leaf clover substrate at her toes. Clutching saline bouquets I had plucked from my neighbours walk-in green house......

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...A priest once told me that the lump on my hand was a ganglion, a fortress of fat besieged by health. At last it burst and the hand swelled like an old man's, shovel shaped and splayed. It was......

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...She rose from the table moving slowly to the sink. This was not her favorite time, too much time to think. Her body moved from memory now, the right bit of dish detergent, she must refill that bottl......

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...A distant scream, the future cries, our past to burn unclaimed Predictions simmer, forecasts stir, denials rage enflamed All promise broken, hearts on fire, reasons singed with pain ......

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...An English man proved salvation's worth, even in desert's unforgiving scald. In life 'nothing is written' in the Earth, Lawrence of Arabia he was called. He rode alone to rescue a stranger,......

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