Short Flint Poems
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3 black churches
turned into smolder
a flint toothed ogre
munches a wooden cross
in the shadows
of his black soot mind
Flint (Frank Stewart) aka F S
a creator of imagism no less
In 'Mirrors of Illusion' he did expound
his theory so valid was found
an image is the resonant heart-
of an exquisite moment
after a comment of f s flint
Stick collecting,
fire building,
flint colliding,
sparks flying,
smoke growing,
fire dancing,
heat burning,
people gathering.
by Ahmad.
Stirring creatures from slumber
a soft glow of crimson red
casts long rays of golden flint
over face of earth
~*~
For Russell's "Red Sun" Contest
6/24/13
finds a piece of flint
sits chipping away at it
such concentration
proudly holds his arrow head
dreams of being a hunter
(a stone age boy)
Jack Horne
A Grave Marked By Flint
We wonder if it was really meant,
To be on top of grave and a Flint,
We saw lark;
A grave mark,
Or what we may need is another hint.
Jim Horn
Meeting.
Soaked souls in wine.
Dizzy, tingling hearts fall behind.
Our moment's trump all else; rebuilds lost time.
Ignite, our connection is flint.
We dance 'til dawn.
Meeting.
Stick collecting,
fire building,
flint colliding,
sparks flying,
smoke growing,
fire dancing,
meat piling,
men feasting,
fire dying,
men sleeping.
by Poppy.
One hundred-year-old Jimmy Carter
Loved nature and in Georgia Conservancy a charter (member)
He vetoed the damn for the Flint
Some people's dreams left at a sprint
S FLINT CONES
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People Unworthy
Are some people who are unworthy
And others who have been earthy
Concerned about the environment
Where the good Flint water went
What about Christie in New Jersey?
Jim Horn
The Vagabond
By
Tom Wright
There was a traveler named Trent,
From a city in Michigan called Flint.
He traveled so much,
He was never in touch,
Seems each time he arrived he went.
Thru cracks in the clouds
whitish sun glints
No warmth issues forth
barren rock without flint
Clouds return ash-gray
no matter I squint
despondent sun keeps away
done, today's stint
Cry
Once
Then none
Flint River
Thrown from bridge two small
Babies sister brother drowned
Every time go by I hear the children cry call me
Mother experienced temporary insanity threw them from bridge to swift water
You'll find her up a steep game trail
strewn with slippery stones
marbled with metal
lightning all around
yellow eyes off the brambles.
At the end-you'll find a mind of flint
and a heart that strikes the match.
I found fire
in the house
without a spark.
A whisper
snapping through flint.
I found fire
in me.
I looked up
and the blue orange evening sky
was there, and so was everything.
And the silent movement
of my face smiling
made me a flame
Quatrain #68:
SOUL
Love comes to mint a certain poise,
Joy knows the tint in cheery voice;
Faith moves fine lint to shine fond dream,
Hope sparks the flint to fire fine choice.
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Leon Enriquez
30 September 2015
Singapore
We watch from afar. We wring our hands
seeing the treachery of our governments
who do nothing, as if it is 1941 again.
UKRAINIAN SPRING
yellow sun blue sky
burning sulfur and flint ash
corpses springing up
4/7/2022
A forest under the surface
Reaches out to snag you as you pass
The shallows scrape and grab and hold
The sun beats down with little respite
And yet the water is cool
The company is better
And time stands still for a few hours
As a river runs through our day
Why Should We
Why should we want to be involved?
So what we eventually had resolved
Governor Flint water should be drinking
The have feeling that was deeply sinking
And soon his occupancy will be dissolved.
That is an interesting way of looking
at things.
Jim Horn
torn from weeping
tears inside out
storms come creeping
fears denied doubt
lesson me to read
teach me lovely
chair me to sit
tongue me mental
march my brains
with lintel flint
sparkling its
thems too
koo koo
me too
boo
boo
boo
who
am
i
torn from weeping
?
Flint in the eye, makes our heart sigh
Feral urges mostly
In silence, let lower mind die
Apparition ghostly
We are as we so choose
Make love divine, heart’s muse
Else we’ll cook our own goose
Ego draws nigh
Flint in the eye
17-December-2021
Quietus
With You Mine Will Remain
If an umbrella were to spread,
And did rain and with God pled,
With Him would declare a truce,
No longer needing an excuse.
Now that I was dry as can be,
God said if you will follow me,
Flint water will go down drain
And with you mine will remain.
Jim Horn
Mischievous flint spark
razes lethargy’s prison
igniting joy’s fuse.
Majestic maple
sheds summer’s scarlet dreams
naked but for hope
Frolicsome breeze
unencumbered by custom
transports wisdom’s seeds
Still morning lagoon
shimmers cosmic buoyancy
atop deep pure peace.