Short Incendiary Poems

Gravitational waves
could well be in protest to Trumpian raves
galactic observers
will react as they must to incendiary fervors....

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devastating, yet
cleansing, refreshing…awakes
the colors of brood
blooms incendiary boast
scorched eyes forget fright’ning storm

3/27/2023...

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I’m wed to my Poetry,
betrothed to the fire

Each word an incendiary,
burned to inspire

My voice the rekindling,
fueling the scream

The ashes my trousseau 
—a smoldering dream

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)...

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Have you checked your mailbox for incendiaries
Watch out for suspicious looking packages from radicals
Could be a warm welcome
Filled with incendiary venom
The political climate has emboldened these crazy nationals...

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My hesitant heart,

Trusts not my lips, oh Lord

To convey 

Its infinite adoration to Thee

For

Unable they are 

To

Find the words to express the intensity

Of

Its incendiary faith!  






© Demetrios Trifiatis
     02 October 2018...

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Sonar clicks midnight crooner
Sound waves invisible medley 
Resonate throughout 
The mischievous ears 
Black silent strikes
food fare delights 
Mother Earths night 
songs can't escape 
Incendiary terror 
Opera dancing wisp
Bouncing back-and-forth
Life and death struggles 
bats out of hell...

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The incendiary wick
of a lemon afternoon
flickers in the lime lagoon
as sunset breathes fire,
tangerine scorching
lilting melon waters
until incandescence
drowns in dusk's indigo 
and coconut hills rise
to cerulean shadows,
when night whispers 
in plantain lanterns
swaying in the slender trees....

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Shell games, tricks, illusions, levels of deceptions 

Plastic shapes of magical
mirrors

Dynamically invisible
Connections

Florescent
energies

Contented to stay, comfortable, stable
Agitated by imperceiveable insults
Confused, frustrated efforts to be heard
Incendiary reactions spitting out words...

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Long legs travel faster
                   Incendiary post:
                 Checkered past,
               Knocked up.
             Eager ears!
            Tell me more!
          Yodel across the valley...

        Soap box
      Platform.
    Lick more stamps!
  In conclusion, gossip
Travels lickety-split!

4/6/2018...

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January, February
This moon is noon-sun bright
It’s luminary
Incendiary
And it’s glowing snowy white

Blue and green
And aquamarine
Are nature’s precious gems
A silver sheen
A golden gleam
Is seen in each of them

January, February
Contrary to this verse
We’ll sing what’s sung
When spring has sprung
In a garden of our words....

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What has he done there in a million pieces
gone before his time not waiting for Jesus

thinking gone to his heaven learned on lies
It is simple obvious no need of spies

blood and body parts arrayed roughly on the ground
signs common sense and a plain wisdom abound

Gods word in a book I read it unshaven
the world is flat and leaves go to a haven...

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Mammals cried on the domestic site.
They were pursued by homeless shelters.
A calamitous plan destroyed the primate.
Declaring war creeped on mining wheelers.
Deforestation triggered ruins.

They left a ministerial threat.
Incendiary propaganda mouthed great.
The rules crawled havoc with it.
State gave them a baleful coat.
Nocent chemical found it....

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"A must read.."

So often appearing

As a prescription..

An assumption that

Searching is common

What I have just read

A startling new belief

And will be for you..

Futility is unleashed

This story of seeming

Unending beliefs of 

You and me and our

Searching..yet

" A must read"

Seen as a story

May after all be

Suddenly

Incendiary......

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roving black hole
devours
a misplaced life
somewhere
in the futile fog
of wandering warfare

it's baked in the cruel cake:
an ultimate deletion
is coming for us all
with groaning glee

we scratch an incendiary itch
under the hood of 
a mutilating maelstrom
where cryptic terror gushes 
from loose AI cannons

I fear it all
but there's nothing
to fear but 
the imperfect 
storm...

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Building your space,
you were dying daily
invading the acoustics.

How the continence
was going to help-
living with scars of explosions ?

Mutating into a full-fledged
saintliners, an inner conflict
becomes a profile.

Crawling to a stone
a crayon draws a cell
without incendiary rhetoric ?

Decoding an icon
becomes a daily ritual. From
where will come the write ?


Satish Verma...

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After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
unknown.

Dying young with stiff upper lip,
the grief,
was not curtained enough.
The malignant spread,
refused to retract a name from the epitaph.

Greed overtook
by calculation,
powerful thrust to run the winds,

the virgin grass will not surrender.
Lethal on the move, a humble shout
was nearer to god.						


SATISH VERMA...

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The  other sex was stapled,
I started unfolding the secret:
what was static and who was silent.

I searched, therefore I was lost
before the end of journey.
The stench of grafting was taking over.

The incendiary recce was carried out
to shut out the voice of the street
in the melting snow.

Lake will find the woods for disquieting
sleep of muse under the blue-lipped moon,
and I will face my night.


Satish Verma...

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The  other sex was stapled,
I started unfolding the secret:
what was static and who was silent.

I searched, therefore I was lost
before the end of journey.
The stench of grafting was taking over.

The incendiary recce was carried out
to shut out the voice of the street
in the melting snow.

Lake will find the woods for disquieting
sleep of muse under the blue-lipped moon,
and I will face my night.


Satish Verma...

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Line up the front post
Cheek pressed to the stock
Call me Paparazzo
I'm taking the shot
And I don't miss
I've been enamoured with the way that you talk
Between you and me
I've been incendiary
Blowing up hot
You've been a tracer round,
Splitting dark, and shooting me down
Line up the front post
Cheek pressed to the stock
Call you Saxton Hope
Loosing every arrow I knock
And you don't miss
Executing every nuance I've caught...

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After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
unknown.

Dying young with stiff upper lip,
the grief,
was not curtained enough.
The malignant spread,
refused to retract a name from the epitaph.

Greed overtook
by calculation,
powerful thrust to run the winds,

the virgin grass will not surrender.
Lethal on the move, a humble shout
was nearer to god.					


SATISH VERMA...

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After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
unknown.

Dying young with stiff upper lip,
the grief,
was not curtained enough.
The malignant spread,
refused to retract a name from the epitaph.

Greed overtook
by calculation,
powerful thrust to run the winds,

the virgin grass will not surrender.
Lethal on the move, a humble shout
was nearer to god.						


SATISH VERMA...

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#acewritings ,01.10.16

Incendiary


Not all fires go out easy
Moreso those that hide the burns
In your first wish being whispered
Or a pathway's twist and turns

Some sparks get caught in your bloodstream,
From the heart flow rivers thick
Some may burst aflame as teardrops
Caught as they fall down your cheek

You were burning when you loved most
And are burning as you hurt
Do remember warmth was given
Long after you leave this Earth...

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THE BEAUTY OF VESUVIUS 

An olive garland crowns her Autumn hair,
  The beauty of Vesuvius — she’s unaware.
         Although the redness of her parched eyes
   and the ashen peaks of her sculpted face
prophecy with fidgety sighs.

Her green and fiery crop intent to part this place.
      …but not like this, with incendiary clouds
descending, plucking her garland and freezing the crowd.

5/3/2019
Julia Ward’s A Garland Poetry Contest...

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The falcom rises again.
With pointed wings.
           For a name unknown, 
           that deemed an incendiary.
Falconer sits faraway.

Cliché. The offence goes 
unnoticed. Your shirt 
           was bloodied. Your 
           lips sealed. The barbs 
stuck on kisses. Death smiles.

Water overwhelms, you 
are drowned in the lake.
            Eyes blink. Cannot 
            heed to light. The skin 
burns. You will watch a medusa !



Satish Verma...

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The nights we ignited, the days we burned.  
                             Our words were kindling to jealousy’s flame, 
                               Ardent kisses to fervent tempers turned. 
                              A blaze embraced erased hopes of reclaim, 
                               When a soul incendiary loved the same. 
                                 So we fed ourselves to our needy fire, 
                                   Dancing oblivious on passion’s pyre....

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