Short Campfires Poems

campfires in the night
flamingos fruit pumpkin pie
apricots roses...

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Owl sounds a warning
blinding snow fast approaching
warm campfires crackle...

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morning campfires glow
daybreak gray soft voices greet
good shepherd tends flock...

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Campfires
hypnotic light,
through eons of desire,
lift up hearts on darkening nights
in flight....

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May hot coffee be a brewin’
On the campfires of your friends—
May good Mulligan be stewin’
When you reach your last trail’s end....

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May you gather kin ‘round campfires
And give thanks to God on high—
May you feast and relish friendships
Before that round-up in the sky....

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WINTER IN SHELBURNE BAY

Snow drifts, far as the eye can see -
Flakes as big as maple leaves.
Wind whipped ice crystals sting the eyes
Like smoke from frozen campfires.
God, I bet it is cold in Amarillo....

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crisp leaves underfoot
deep purple bright red and gold
the glorious woods

an aged beauty
now the joy once my garden
as love lies bleeding

orange leaf shower
campfires scarecrows and hued gourds
brisk refreshing air...

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Campfires, 
Forget I encouraged
Pubescent Exposure. 

Because I tried
to be a leader. 
And with guitar
and hallucinations
of demons, 
I retreated. 

Into disbelief. 

But I see these
Spirits now. 

And as we 
Conceptualize
it so may we 
Make it so....

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Today I’m thankful for campfires and how we love them so
Each campfire reminding us of a time…when time itself moves slow

A time when the world stands still
and we were as we were created to be…
young and pure…
unbothered…
innocent and free 
...

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spring cleaning,
spring planting,
spring pruning,

bees, 
butterflies,
allergies,

campfires,
marshmallows,
smores,

spring break,
school is out soon,
happy tired children,

the smell of flowers,
fresh spring rain,
first mowed grass,

just a few of my favorite things!...

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It's clear to me,
over thousands of years of evolution,
woman sat around the campfires, 
developing pathways in the brain,
enhancing communication and socialization,
men alone hunting in the wilderness,
had to plan to capture,
and be quiet,
as not to scare the prey....

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It's clear to me,
over thousands of years of evolution,
women sat around the campfires,
developing pathways in the brain,
enhancing communication and socialization.
Men alone, hunting in the wilderness,
had to plan to capture,
and be quiet,
as not to scare the prey....

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A Campfire Metaphor
By: Miracle Man
 7/13/2017
Once wood has become wet it’s hard to re-flame,
And any good campfires, you’d retrieve, if you could.
The campfire burns low and you’re assigning blame,
While wasting your matches trying to light wet wood.
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Change of seasons I do love
Blessings sent from up above
Springtime brings us fresh new life
Summer nights spent with my wife
In the Fall campfires rage
Wintertime we hide backstage
Change of seasons I do love

October 22, 2020
49ER Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco...

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May we all take time today
and for a moment
a little while 
sit back, 
relax… 
and remember with a smile…
all the tastes,
the smells, 
the sights 
the sounds
all the memories we’ve acquired…
While sitting with our family and friends 
around the flames of a campfire.
...

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He loved the black tree shadows of the black forest
Smell of decaying leaves and burning campfires guided him.
Autumn fire showing prevalent blue orange contrast
He hunched down, watching the humans until he slept
His mate’s howls were enthusiastic and appreciative
He incorporated them into his dream state....

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my
my summer
my summer camp

my 
my cabin
my comfy cabin

late 
late night
late night campfires

late
late night
late night pillowfight

mary
mary emma 
mary emma mackenzie

best
best friends
best friends forever

eating 
eating hotdogs
eating hotdogs late

my
my best
my best vacation...

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Weeping willow, sun-kissed haze,
spring flowers glow with honeydew glaze.

Dragonflies dance, sparrows fly,
endless rainbows in a cloud-filled sky.

Cascading waterfalls, hot summer days,
marshmallows roasting by a campfires blaze.

Bumblebees buzz, firecrackers spark,
lightening bugs glow all through the dark....

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Harvest moon you welcome another season,
leaving dreams of summer to winter's wishes;
greens turn shades of orange and red and yellow
   ~Marshmallow campfires...

Summer slowly falls with the leaves of Autumn -
Morning's foggy haze on the lazy river -
Hints of color peek from the shoreline forest
    ~Heavenly color......

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The interval of sunshine gleams
When terms of the day blush longer
As radiant heat fashions fun
For us to swim, run, hike and play
Campfires at night, breakfast at dawn
Picnics on lawns while children dance
Goodbye sun friend, see you again




September 7, 2019
Farewell Summer Poetry Contest
Sponsored:  'Nette Onclaud...

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Damp campfires burn mouse bones,
their sooty ghosts
flavor the tattered.

The trees that don't turn,
stay hung on a scaffold
drab and dreaming.
Grey ribbons hang
from pall-bearing branches.

Smoky hollows wallow,
leafage languor’s in the smolder,
colors run in the reek.
The earth hugs its litter,
pulls it under to chew on itself....

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Birds chirping
People whistling
doors opening and closing
The sound of the dog panting

Lawn mowers pushing through the grass
Wind blowing into the trees
Smell of the old evening campfires

The sun hidden within the clouds
The afternoon breeze coming and going
sitting here thinking.....
What to do next

A lake swim
A walk or run
Time at the playground
Get out...

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Campfires
I have been around them
Burned sausages
Smoke in my eyes
My heart has been hot
My back has been cold
Friends; lost and found
A vacancy sign; removed from my armpit
I have looked into the flames
I have put them out

I tought about that today
We sat in a circle, 2 meter apart
Talked about our back ailments
Almost like sitting around a campfire...

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Hawk-watching crows gather in dark drifts.
Hedge rows rattle, we see through
to where the wind is barelegged,
to where campfires smoke in cooling cavities.

Autumn flavors its dwindling stores.
Groundhogs carry sparrow bones
from one naked shelf to another.

Bushy-tails hurry headlong into the late
scattering unseeded shells.
Death mellows the mottled....

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