Short Fan The Flames Poems
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She drove four hours
Totally unplanned visit
We were delighted
Loving her so much!
There was much sorrow.
We wisely kept our counsel.
Not wanting to fan the flames.
It's true things are hard to unfix
Nature's playing games and dirty tricks
Instead of games
Gonna fan the flames
Until winter and spring intermix
May we be blessed as we build the fire that lights our life….
to surround ourselves with people here about…
Who are there to fan the flames…
not put that fire out.
Quatrain #767:
WISE
Wise is the man who knows he can,
Ink happy plans to spark fine scan;
Set mark to fan the flames of truth,
Etch in fond ken the higher end.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 July 2017
Singapore
Stand beside the flame
Stars cascade like sprinkled salt
Over a sleepy town
A dove cries out
For a lover lost
To a hollow heart
Memories fade
Over the tapestry of time
Eventually folded over
Fan the flames
So dawn will never rise
For a sleepy town
barter for the bellmaker
fire the forge, fill the flue
cast cast-iron chimes
chime for time's renew
fire the forge, fend the flash
fan the flames, feed the fire
cast cast-iron cauldrons
cast a spell, catch desire
bitter for the bellmaker
fires the forge, fans the same
casts cast-iron tears
cannot catch desire's flame
1393
Yvain, the son of the Earl of Foix, did painfully expire
At a Royal Masquerade Ball as his costume caught fire
And a most tragic yet quite strange event, did transpire
As many others all around, tried to fan the flames away
Aimery Poitiers, a French nobleman also died that way
As did two more in 1393 at the King’s Bal des Ardents
Keeping my head in the fire.
Plotting my next move.
Temperature gets hotter.
Can't find my groove.
Fan the flames.
Inhale the smoke.
Slowly suffer.
Life's just a joke.
Demons on the rise.
They're in my head.
I can't get them out.
I could be dead.
Why do I live like this?
Pain and suffering as far as the
eyes can see.
When will this end?
When will they leave?
En Garde, unsheath your sword
Your mighty pen and eloquent words
Cut down the shackles of ignorance
And fan the flames of defiance
Sharpen your blade as you write
Bring darkness into the light
Cut away fear and hesitation
Arrange your words and presentation
Unsheath your sword and stab away
And let your words have their say
UNSHEATH YOUR SWORD Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
9/13/18
The secret subject of my desires,
Is found in an ancient BT van.
We're nothing more than barefaced liars,
Illegal liquors from a legal man.
Two silver stalkers of the land,
Consumed you from our luxury.
And gave more than a helping hand,
To fan the flames of jealousy.
You play on thicker strings than I,
In bigger towns away from here.
In the candied scream of a mad wolf's cry,
I resign myself to silent fear.
Hold my pipes
Hold my feathers
With this i'm trusting you
With our greatest treasures
One to pass among each other
Maybe talk about peace
Maybe talk about our lands
Not disturbing our deceased
One to fan the flames of progress
Put back the fire in our souls
Fan the flames of the future
Free of all controls
Now they control our treasures
It's time we strung our bows
Take back our pipes and feathers
Take back the lands we know
PALLANES
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