Short Furnaces Poems

This is my Hell
Frigid and frozen
No furnaces to light my way
A dark, drab den
One half of this lonely loveseat
I occupy incessantly
Join me for a jump into this
Quiet quarantine...

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Autumn


Alluring colours of autumn mesmerise,
Unfathomed beauty in orange and yellow,
Trenchant evanescence of greens,
Unfeigned emotions true up in jest,
Mollify the fiery torrid days,
Nautica furnaces red on edge of horizon !



Written Oct 2nd, 2014
For contest 'Season acrostics' by Charlotte Puddifoot...

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Everyday comes with a new sunrise 
But what about the days 
When the clouds take over the sky
Hiding the sun which made us high
With Hopes and happiness 
And promises 
Of eternal joy 
Alas! We sit there reminiscing the lost day 
When the sun could warm us to our bones
And set fire to the furnaces in our homes....

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Striding outside the castle wall's 
On stricken donkey's 
With only a Mexican blanket for a saddle
The rider pinces 
For king and country 
My stomach is hungry
As are the wizened children 
Behind the gates 
Conscripted to the work house's 
The furnaces blast
In metal casts 
Swelling the army 
Making up the number's...

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Endings starting
Leaves are turning
Grass starts browning with
Furnaces burning.
Colder weather
As to focus,
Deeper feelings in
Shallow harvest.
Briskly, daunting
Haunting Spirits
Barren-halled reckonings as
Frost encroaches.
Verdure withered but
Perhaps a good Word;
forgotten pasts buried
In the stillness of the earth....

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We are shadows
living the dark
of our own 
obstructions

imitators of light
worshiping furnaces
cores of stars

hydrogen eaters

helium floaters

casting nets
into a sea of glitter

our daily catch
of expiring illumination

traveling ever further out

away from man's indwelling 
brilliance 

that of a Sacred Heart...

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FROM      A      DISTANCE




Mighty engines are reduced to noiseless up high:

Jet plane like zipper across the blue evening sky,

The expanding contrail splits the violet canvas. 

And night rushes into the black gap and the divas

Of the void of space,  silent flecks  of  glory,

Vast nuclear furnaces, are reduced to pinpoints ivory....

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The Dilution of Memory.


Embers fade,
disappearing into hushed night.

Petals wither,
falling on soft grass.

Words pale,
obscured by anguish within.

Faces blur,
dimmed by galloping years.

Kisses lose,
the urgency of bygone furnaces.

Feelings recede,
lying dormant in shielded vaults.

Love loses,
fatigued after numberless skirmishes.

Pain flees,
seeking new wounds to inflict.


Scars remain,
sentinels against,

the dilution of memory...

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So often are the trials of our faith fired in the furnaces, refined
That hammer blows awaken snoring mind
Is this my grace? For purity? To fall so oft' upon my knees
In prayers of helpless beggar's pleas
What shall become of this, my living soul
That rises up then sinks into a hole
Where fears of death, of fires, of holy wrath
Yet hopes to find that shining golden path
For through the press and flicker licking flames
My soul is taught of God in all His Names...

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Smear the sight
Grope the socket
Cleave the eyeball
Do you get it yet?
Smash out the eyes!
No one wants to see
All are blind anyways
To the pain and death of others
Greed, deep running self-absorbance
 Hush now, look away
Pretend not to see
 That light that leaves the young one’s eyes 
As she slips away into death
It’s not like the child was important to you 
Anyways 
And I scream
we all shall rot in the Furnaces together!
Of are we already
There?
Here?...

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