Short Candlestick Poems

Burning
with potential
a fire
never lit

a
broken 
candlestick 

Accept it~

you just might
burn twice as bright



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Burning orange,
Illuminating a spherical area,
Wherever settled,
Yellow flame flickers in the eve,
Before the wick withers to null,
And the candlestick dies....

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Seven stars within Eternal's palms Philadelphia freedom 
Thirteen psalms and a will to be merry ?
                 
                        ...."In Progress." *:*(*...

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Don’t Play With Fire

By Elton Camp

Jack wasn’t quite nimble enough

For him things got awfully rough

Around fire it’s hard to be quick

Pants blazed over the candlestick...

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Warm, warmer, hot 

Ink, a wandering hue, 
drips like melted wax
on a silver candlestick

turns bright orange to,
lava, unstoppable, burning
the page.

Kathryn Collins
February 26, 2014...

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Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a Pub,
And how do you think they got there?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick-maker,
They can’t remember to tell the truth
And to be honest they don’t really care...

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Candlestick Lighthouse high on hill
On coast near San Francisco still
Light saves lives with a bright strong will
Tallest of west coast sea towers
A beacon to stand ocean’s chill
Been guiding mariners from ill...

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Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick.
Jack jumped over the candlestick,
but Jack wasn't so nimble.
Jack just isn't that quick,
and now Jack has third degree burns all over his 

...I don't think I can finish this one here at the soup....

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COUGH!  SPUTTER!

           Jack be nimble    Jack be quick
          Tried to jump over a candlestick
                    He didn’t jump clear
                         It disappeared
                Now he’s spittin out wick

                          Dave Austin...

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Her lover marches to her rhythm 

Her lover is a well used wind up toy to her game
That she uses to pleasure herself just the same
On days that he knocks on her door
She rises quickly and comes all over
So discrete, as he is a candlestick to her flame

connie pachecho

1/5/17...

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Jack always carried his candlestick,
ready to show off his jumping trick.
His speed and strength were better than luck
and he wanted more bang for his buck.

Cavendish McDare known as Jack-be-quick,
thought he was faster than dynamite wick.
Right before Jack was blown to smithereens,
his mother washed too much starch with his jeans....

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Little Boy Blue,please cover your nose
You sneezed on Miss Muffit and ruined her clothes
You sprayed Mother Hubbard and now she is sick.
You put out the fire on Jack's candlestick.
Your sneeze is the reason why Humpty Dumpty fell
You drenched Yankee Doodle when he came to town.
The Blind Mice are "angry"
The sheep are upset
From now on use tissue so no one gets wet..........

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An empty candlestick
Wondering alone in the dark
Longing for a spark
In this silent stark

In a lonely corner block
A silhouette in black
Facing neither front nor back
Missing a lit matchstick

A wax candle in hand
Like a cradle being held
A sudden heaven
A scented burn

The form wavy strange
The flame in red-orange
Blew without a wind
For the eye the light to find...

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What Is Love?

Is love a harmonic heaven or haunting hell on this quest I daily dwell?
A benevolent blessing or perhaps an empty shell of a bewitching spell

A candlestick lit at both ends, stuck in the middle as my love pretends
A burning wick of my devotion defends the poison inside me descends.




Dec.02.2017
Unanswered Questions 
Sponsored by: Juli- Michelle...

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Ah, you are attributing virtues to the wrong things.
The touch and kiss of the past are no more,
The bedroom curtain protects nothing,
Helicopters are not dragonflies,
The lights that trace the sky spew blood.
Why don't you put your shoes?
Why don't you get up and go look
The sinister candlestick of the stars,
The compact fog that hides the truth
And the ruined street, open in pain....

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From the sky I drop like two flies
Whirring, swirling in the air so high
Blazing like crystals I come in fire
Rolling like thunder, bolting so dire

From the top you see me fall
Dwindling over you like wishing spirals on hold
Exploding before your eyes, blasting like winter snow
Feeding, fading in diminishing colors
Down the ground I stick and dry
Above your feet, I smell and sit like candlestick...

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Then there is that other Jack who has
burned his posterior by his
tremendous leaping over
that hot candlestick, but
he is okay now
and ready for
another 
happy 
day.

And, who could forget Miss Muffet yet?
She of such terrible fright when
that silly old spider sat
too close to her tuffet.
Wouldn't you run off
if it were to
happen that
way for
you?

THE END ....   whew!  Glad that's over with .... smile...

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You Ain't Gettin Jack!



You wanted my heart, soul
On Layaway...
That ain't gonna get
Jack.
You can't afford the full
Price of Love? 
You ain't gonna get little
By little...Jack! 
And, uh, just a thought...
How many other Layaways
Are you checking on...? 
Mr. Jack be Nimble, 
Mr. Jack be Quick, 
Fixin to get your ass
Singed
By Love's flaming
Candlestick...
Don't knock, knock, knock...
Cause I'm gone, gone, gone....

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There was a lady named Sadie
So sweet was she
She hugged everyone she met
No matter who they be

She hugged the butcher, the baker
The candlestick maker
She hugged the gardener,  the post man
the man in the van

She hugged the dog,  the cat
the man in the hat
The bus driver,  the diver
 Her neighbor's  little brat

 So when I passed by the old oak tree
And  saw her waiting patiently
 I knew that  sweet Sadie
Was saving her best hug for me...

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No medals, no uniform,
no record of dedicated service.
He was never a soldier,
a Doctor, or nurse,
cop or firefighter.
Nevertheless he fought
to the end,
it was a bitter and bloody end.
At the graveside
it is said that a tinker, 
a tailor, and a candlestick maker
rode their wild white horses
above the assembled bowed heads.
A sun-splattered rain fell upon
the few who knew him,
but all there knew him well enough
to salute his invisible flag....

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the baker, 
the candlestick maker. 
tell your men the circus’ come to town
and she’s not wearing any underwear. 
she’s sliced herself atop a dingy platter,
splattered her self-loathing across 
filthy upturned faces. 
it’s been so long since they’ve had a feast. 
she tastes of blood and mistakes, 
and it’s delicious. 
they’re insatiable 
and she’s unending. 
not immortal, 
infinite. 
drag her ashes along your lips
and give us a flirty smile for the camera....

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Those far forgotten by the earth,
Only the pen & paper they received.
Lonely nights by candlestick.
Technology,
Madness thinking,
"Never be!"
Lifetime poetic achievement long after the grave called.
Brief season wait,
For internet reading,
No comments yet?
How blessed I am in a season like this-

(Encouraging words when it comes to the wait. I wrote this for others, whether in 
writing or other areas in life. I like to help others in encouagement, thank you.)...

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Sometimes it pours like hot
drips of melted wax from a candlestick;
your migraine.

I wanted armistice.
Untangle the lies,
I am not in your firing line.

The tulips in the barrel of your gun
cannot forgive the bullets.
There will be no ceremony after the funeral.

Give a slice of blue departure
of moon to light the beach,
there was a brutal murder on the lake

among the muffled waves of protest
in the home of insanes, who were
praying for the sun to return.



SATISH VERMA...

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Sometimes it pours like hot
drips of melted wax from a candlestick;
your migraine.

I wanted armistice.
Untangle the lies,
I am not in your firing line.

The tulips in the barrel of your gun
cannot forgive the bullets.
There will be no ceremony after the funeral.

Give a slice of blue departure
of moon to light the beach,
there was a brutal murder on the lake

among the muffled waves of protest
in the home of insanes, who were
praying for the sun to return.



SATISH VERMA...

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