Scorcher Poems

SPRING

             Spring with full bright blossoms in cheers or zing.
             Dulcet sunshine never turning scorcher.
             Pigeons flutter in frolic to fling.
             Colourful flowers blooming : Spring’s culture.
      
            Crocus showing delightful decorum .        
            Cosmos glistening yellow -violet chiffon  
            Cloudless sky shine silky on Sun’s spectrum.
            Butterflies flying freely off and on.
   
            Bidding bye to snowy frosty Winter,
            Fresh freesia sending sweet scent to flow.
            Lively lovely jolly Spring to enter.
            Birds sing honouring holy Spring to bow. 
             
             Spring stitching luminous lustre like gold.
             Resurrection of soothing sense from cold .

Modern Living

Which social travail must we suffer
Food banks and rampant inflation
Hunger and energy poverty
go hand in hand
We have our Hitler beasts again
Putin in the Ukraine
and discordant Politicians
Chameleon  Boris
and unscripted budget Liz Truss
and a PM who cant come clean on his GP

The world is knotted
El Nino with blurry eyes
Plays havoc
A repeat Summer Scorcher
Greenhouse accidents
Mother Nature cooking Earth on a spit

We live in a conjugated World
where Hunger chases its own tail
and inflation eats our living standards

Litha

Humid and hot
Scorching parking lot 
Longest day, shortest night 
Light and dark fight 
Shorts and tank tops 
Sandals and flip flops 

Cutting grass
Catching bass
Beaches and amusement parks 
Hungry sharks 
Summer-do’s
Badminton and horseshoes 

Green grass
Oaks and Sassafras 
Daisies and sunflowers 
Sun is up for hours 
Bonfires and torches 
People on porches

White, red, yellow, gold, orange, and green 
What a beautiful scene 
Lemon, orange, and rose
Litha strike a pose 
Power, creativity, and healing
Sights are appealing 



Brightness and inner power 
Stop to smell a flower
Litha is a scorcher 
Some think it’s torcher
Some think not
Wow, is it hot!

Venus

Vicious scorcher of a planet, the hottest!
Explored by spacecraft, NASA's Mariner 2.
Neighbor to Earth, but a nasty one at that; 
Unlikely place for any form of life. They say this...
Second rock is capable of melting lead. Damn!


Submitted for...
Planet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri 
Date written: 05/17/2021

The Emptiness of Heart

The emptiness of heart,
because it was driven apart.
Her conscience tells,
Never listen those yells.

is it missing of a soul,
or just the ashes of coal.
all she needed was the calm,
or be worried about the storm,
or think,
just about the ink.

should call it a misery,
but the man was chivalry.
so honest his thought,
things are usually fraught.

yet the emptiness remain,
she could not refrain.
claims of being spurious,
made her furious.

for folks,just a phrase.
but verse-maker will appraise.
all she wanted was to nurture,
her poems to scorcher.

But all were folks,
just like these oaks.
so she hides away,
along the bay.

Owns her hope and grief,
now just to brief.

clock ticks 12'o clock,
there's the lock.
time smiles,
And the work piles...

I'Ve Got Jesus's Face On a Wallet Insert

I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
by Michael R. Burch

for the Religious Right

I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
and "Hell is for Queers" on the back of my shirt.
And I uphold the Law,
for Grace has a Flaw:
the Church must have someone to drag through the dirt.

I've got ten thousand reasons why Hell must exist,
and you're at the top of my fast-swelling list!
You're nothing like me,
so God must agree
and slam down the Hammer with His Loving Fist!

For what are the chances that God has a plan
to save everyone: even Boy George and Wham!?
Eternal fell torture
in Hell's pressure scorcher
will separate *****from Man.

I'm glad I'm redeemed, ecstatic you're not.
Did Christ die for sinners? Perish the thought!
The "good news" is this:
soon My Vengeance is his!,
for you're not the lost sheep I sought.

Keywords/Tags: Religion, Christ, Christianity, Jesus, Heaven, Hell, Gay, Homo, Homosexual, *****, Queers, Law, Grace, Save, Salvation, Eternal Torture, Redeemed, Sinner, Sinners, Sheep, Shepherd, Vengeance, Satire, Parody

Torment of the Mind: Part Two

Everything in the past that could get her down
Plays in her mind to the sound
Of sweet torture.
It's a scorcher
Like the burning suns rays on a hot day
Traumatic thoughts must have his way

Burn those memories!
Don't allow them to resurface
Find an outlet for your energy
Don't let them make you feel worthless!

Traumatic thoughts depressingly inteferes
Fades away and then reappears
He recalls every failure
All her socially awkward behavior
Scattered in her mind
Stop being so unkind...
To yourself!
Place these memories on a shelf

Tranquilize those memories!
Because they want to resurface
Find an outlet for your energy
You are not worthless!
You are beautiful and bold
Get a hold
Of yourself...
Restore your health.

Minefield

Minefield
I wish I could navigate the minefield of my mind
Its corners dark and undefined. 
One step too far, it all explodes
It explodes, my being erodes.
I walk through slowly with a hopeful face
Behind me, anxiety soon gives chase.

Anxiety stabs me, sanity's scorcher
And as I weep, I'm thrust to self torture.
Cut in the heart by worries future to past
I'm paralyzed to think this day is my last.
I break the mirror, shouting at my appearance
Meandering in camouflage is my only clearance.

I'm comforted by brief moments of peace
But it's back to the minefield as those cease.
I sit and smile as I amputate
In this personal hell I create.
And I shudder to think of an eternity bound
To this forsaken battleground.

Sons of Beelzebub

Call forth the war
Call forth a cunning shroud of aptitude
Bring down the damnation
Extinguishing the virtuous spender
Thy father of darkness, brightness
Let me call forth the dawn of a new era
Bringing down satire upon the blaspheme
Draining their wretched sublimeness
Build thy father’s tower of the begetter, in submissive
A shield that withstands the hostile ill-natured
Thou shall remain unbreakable, Thou shall remain blistering
For they cannot counter
Thy spirit, thy last breath, thy essence shall not be swallowed by the fury and flames
The scorcher of the skies, the quake of the earth
Let the light you hold glide across the lands
Hear me now and engorge my words, so life of all ether can concord
Upon the heaven gates and upon the magnified perdition
The principle forces that you wield binds are hands creating elasticity
Bringing obedience upon enormous power
Purify the bitterness upon lost souls
To stand free, calling on a brighter invocation

Trump and His Hot Seat

Trump and His Hot Seat

Trump has a hot seat that is a scorcher
Many times people has tried to torture
With remarks he made which would cut
Simply can't keep his big mouth shut.

Several times with eyes we have read
What with Twitter account Trump said
Replacing our elaborate hopes with fears
Are sure to tell when you see our tears.

Trump has head that we call a knuckle
While he was doing the huckle buckle
All of the issues continuing to avoid
Making us frightened and also annoyed.

God has granted everyone a warning
You must be prepared for Friday morning
A President who we want to be humble
As usual with his words is sure to stumble.

Between Trump's ears was found big gap
And in office must pay piper for each rap
Regarding all the foolish things he has done
Like giving his business to handsome son.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Echoes

Out on the porch in morn's coolness
Echoes of a symphony sing
Doves a hollow wind slowly blown
Mockingbirds a tambourine

Song bird voices violin strings
Gently struck with a bow
As a soft illuminating
Yellow sun rises so slow

Stillness hovers; only faint air
movement, will the coolness go
Will this day be a scorcher 
with hot humid hours and no air flow?

Wispy clouds fan brushed near the sun
A touch of promised rain
If only there would be showers
to dissipate heat's pain!!

Morning, Noon, and Night, Delight

Mostly, she had the heebie jeebies, peaking at early risers
Outside, morning was muted with its first faint flush
Right before bristled being, allure of dawn shook her
Noah's voice and patriarchs of old floated by
Imagine those coils; Delilah had come to nip
Night looked on, swelled with pride remorse would rise
God of heaven and earth knew Minerva could be healed.

Nothing moves miraculously as the Almighty
Once she could hear her own obsequy; such living dead
Out on paths of ruin, Minerva ran and ran
Noon's scorcher, and blizzard, and torrents knew she'd show.

Night was of rain and song; of mind cruise to Caribbean hometown
Ideally, one sky light, alone time, and quietude was craved
God of her mother spoke nothing into something
Head lights once broken, beamed, then glowed
That spring; the new millennium sprung fresh light, water, air, and fire.

*

Eight Minutes and Nineteen Seconds At Light Speed

Sun; 
sizzling sentinel of the skies, 
scorcher of worlds, 
sits in splendour; 
shooting sublime shadows across the 
speckled sheet of time.

08/03/15

Emphasized

The quiet of the early morn
Emphasized by doves' songs
And crickets chirpinng melodies
To Beethoven belongs

Above a canvas painted bright
Done by the Master's hand
Blues so clear and bright and pinks 
Now unknown to man

Just enough wispy clouds stretched across
To absorb the morn's sun
Silvery fog reaching down low
Caressing pines with fun

Sand upon the cottony clouds
While the sun is nestled
On the earth's horizon~ captured
In memories' moments 

Through the trees a red fire ball sun
Shines glowing hot again
Another scorcher this summer day
Grateful for time to pen

Wonderful a few minutes alone
To enjoy nature's still
Soon life will pick up and move on
My spirit's been refilled

Scorcher- In the Faraway

I walk alongside the seashore crimson,
Reflection of the twilight of sky,
That precedes the raunchy and beamy night,
Moon shines and stars dance around.

Sickle of moon slivers my heart,
Playing hide and seek, discover my soulmate,
Under vastness of expanse and seductive wind,
Cover of colourful leaves, earth amatory.

The twosome go bawdy and carnal,
Holding me in his arms, gets me close,
I feel his breath on my neck,
And his skin next to mine.

Gazing at his face in moonlight,
These moments are special and divine,
Sultry and aphrodisiac, enamoured in love,
As if never to part, till death in unison!!


Composed on 26/11/13
Written for ' In the faraway' contest
Username- Upmasharma
Motif- romantic

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