Short Flare Poems
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Leaves sparkle like golden hair,
cold air touches the nose,
fingers exposed
days backwashed, wood and pine fill the air as another day comes to a close.
festivals flare up
in July’s fever
cooler instruments prevail over time
snare-drums’ syncopation
grass skirts' gyrations
blank verse douses their rhyme
Flare to the heavens
Fired by a goddess’s longbow
Igniting a great passion
She says we should meet
At the hills above her feet
Where billowing clouds reside
Russell Sivey
They say it's not my business
to console her, to lend her grief
brief respite, for winds blow cold
on remote torments and regret;
yet death revived an ember,
a flare not shared since we were one
in better days that I cannot forget.
They say it's not my business
to console her, to lend her grief
brief respite, for winds blow cold
on remote torment and regret;
yet death revived an ember,
a flare not shared since we were one
in better days that I shall ne'er forget.
They say it's not my business
to console her, to lend her grief
brief respite, for winds blow cold
on remote torment and regret;
yet death revived an ember,
a flare not shared since we were one
in better days that I shall ne'er forget.
They say it's not my business
to console her, to lend her grief
brief respite, for winds blow cold
on remote torment and regret;
yet death revived an ember,
a flare not shared since we were one,
in better days that I shall ne'er forget.
In my arctic heart
perennial permafrost
freezes fragile emotions.
In your flaming fervor
glacial desire turns cinder
in the inferno of love.
In my blazing yearning
searing crave swirls
with fervent flare of fire.
__________
January 8, 2023
For Brian Strand Contest No. 1167
my twilight love
stars above flare
both of our hearts
true love began
more love than sky
will span twilight
night lives always
hearts ablaze share
love stays at dawn
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 10, 2012
for ** THAN-BAUK A TWILIGHT Contest (Nette Onclaud)
A sunset at sea,
clouds resemble sweet roses.
Waves swell with passion.
That smell of cut grass,
go for a run right through it.
You’re a child again.
A slight taste of salt
from tumbling in the ocean,
just a dash burns lips.
The sound of a roar
before you can see a thing,
You’re on high alert.
My Muse is easy to see,
nature’s flare for poetry.
Magnificence in motion, merely growing golden
Giant globe of fire, glowing more gold emboldened
By similarities to the sun and its flares, a
Temper surely both share, but nay
I decline to witness such beauty
For in my life's breath no such duty
To beholden me there
Life on earth far more fair
Oh flare-star, your flair I will not endure,
But when my name is called I will be pure.
Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
My 40-year career
Swirls behind in Earth’s sphere
And I’m ready to take on any dare
Francine invited me to bungee jump
I’ll skydive with Gwen - might end up a clump
There’ll be no rocking chair
As I hang-glide through air
Thinking of age as a tiny speed bump
*Entry for Tracie’s “New Beginnings” Contest
Beneath the hot Summer sun,
Bathed in pools of sweat.
Cooking of my skin begun,
And it wasn't noon yet.
I felt my forehead fry,
And my whole body quiver.
In the heat of July,
It was baking my liver.
I hoped for a cloud,
And prayed for a drizzle.
I even shouted out loud,
But it continued to sizzle.
After two to three hours,
Had to rethink my plan.
Crusty by blistering powers,
Was no way to tan.
There are few people I know
Who touch me like Emily
When I read her, my tears flow
‘Cause we were both so lonely
Only two lovers had she
Both had left her heartbroken
Would she find beau number three?
Fears in poetry spoken
She called herself “Nobody”
And had scant success in life
Surely she was somebody
Her sad words cut like a knife
Ms. Dickinson achieved fame
After death had doused her flame
*Written on June 19, 2012 for Emily Dickinson
Entry for Francine’s “Tribute by Sonnet” contest