Short Inflame Poems
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There are symmetries in nature
created for deeper purposes.
They delight, tease and inflame us
- oh, nature is diabolical.
Misname it
Game it
Shame it
Inflame it
Maim it
Defame it
Blame it
Disclaim it
Rage bait is a trap.
Simply a load of crap.
It does not seek or aim
to inform or entertain.
Its purpose is to inflame
and is just an online con game.
So lame.
What a shame.
Oh, lovely and adored one...
descend as a star
over the top of a pine
to hear my guitar!
Oh, Lovely and adored one...
let love inflame us
as the moon wanders alone
amid haze and clouds!
Says he dreads his demonic disease,
But he spreads it like cheap processed cheese.
Don't think you can blame ME!
You'll never inflame ME!
What???....Mister Mephistopheles...PLEASE!!!
Some words we say are ill-conceived,
and once spoken can’t be retrieved.
If our words inflame,
we should feel shame,
and feel remorse toward those peeved.
Intellectual larceny
the academic elite
Immune from indictment
inured and effete
They swing their false knowledge
like weapons to maim
The truth left in ashes
— their lies to inflame
(Septa R5: February, 2024)
Notre Dame
now maimed
terror's imprint
hate proclaimed
Notre Dame
ravaged, lame
intolerance aflame
for shame, for shame
Notre Dame
great holy name
fearful to blame
~ to the world inflame
Not for the ND contest
A gaming aim is hardly for the lame
A real shame a gamer makes life as tame
A firing ball of flame gives him the blame
A group all came to make a final claim
A cool branded name offers up some fame
A life in frame to fit in all the same.
Listen to poem:
The crux of light lies,
deep within its flux of afterglow,
in limbo.
Its will-o'-the-wisp,
Aurora Borealis, and St Elmo's Fire,
Its split into rainbow,
Its red shifts in time travel.
All its enigmas within, urge us to set,
the aftermath of shadows, aglow.
Let your words always be sincere
Not abrasive words bent to inflame or cause dissension;
Often, man spews forth words as heat seeking missiles,
Enlisting the tongue for their launching pad;
Forgo the rhetoric that has no usefulness
beyond invading the silence of my space;
“Free weight verses”
said the Poet …
“that’s what I’m about
“Working out heavy
every word
lifting pain and doubt
“Supersets
with more then less
exhaustion waits to claim
“The final rep
the lasting burn
— forever to inflame”
(The New Room: May, 2024)
Draw a stick figure
future - diminished
and virus ransomed.
Paint the landscape
with the sweltering glare
of global warming.
Come share this
with me - let kisses heal and
soft whispers inflame.
Some locks need two keys
to open, some heavens can
be reached by mortals.
Let me deal with this alone,
Love’s a trap at its cruel form.
Life could have been better if we’re to choose,
Guess thy nicotine- lips were my best excuse,
Subtle hand holding,
Ousted by the feeling you inflame,
Kissing behind closed doors,
In this place of empty hearts, sadness out-pours.
the shift no Adam
not a goofy frozen stiff
but a real shift
one you might hate
the one you want off
the one sent around
a conscience booster shot
that will inflame
the poor kid's heart
conspicuous waddle
thinking
while trying to juggle
A talent type show
using blah blah blah,
blah
ON LOVE
Love is a gunpowder that will inflame
It will develop into a huge fire
Yet nobody truly understands it,
It is also shared security,
Should be mutual
and if there’s an iniquity it also should be forgiven.
Love is a dedication between good and bad.
Love is not perfect because humans are weak.
There could be soft spots in this earthly sojourn,
But all agree that there are arid zones
That sear and inflame your bones,
Times you wouldn't want for a second relived;
The diamond rocks in the flesh of butter,
Occasions on which the claws of fate engulfed
And tentacles of hard luck mercilessly ground.
Form:
Niche a new norm,
Expect to be;
Wise in your form.
Media savvy;
Expand your hits,
Do what you feel;
Inflame byte bits,
Assign swift deal.
Charm can be cold,
Hurts style and grip;
Aim vain control,
Rise with each trip;
Meet your own fare,
See beyond wares.
Leon Enriquez
30 October 2014
Singapore
Were you at one with yourself
while writing it
Did the beginning
have an end
Did each word describe,
or then inflame
What light
can only bend
Did you gag
on meaning bundled
Were you trapped
behind its door
Were you—are you
self-professed
Does truth still ask
for more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
A court required parents
To amend their baby’s name.
He can’t be called Messiah
For to some, it might inflame.
Messiah’s age is seven months;
He lives in Tennessee.
I guess for savior wannabes,
It’s not the place to be.
The laws are different state to state,
So parents should take heed –
If your state rejects Messiah,
It’s a miracle you’ll need.
The color of the beating necessity of life and hope. A rose’s petals tender as a kitten’s purr.
A ripened strawberry on an exotic and amorous night, a chance taken.
A cherished heirloom endowed by the love of another for those who have not arrived yet.
A color of love and life-force that can inflame the future and free it from what has been shed in the past.
It could raise all this.
Or it may inflame that.
As Your vision spins
both ears start to flap.
So, hold on a minute.
No need to act fast.
Knowing those are risks.
Don't burn out and crash.
These Magical pills
smell like bad fishy trash.
Just take another hit
but pony up the cash.
Say, it gives You the chills.
With a gray itchy rash.
May erase this.
And deflate that.
the incoherence of affection
i have begged to claim me
but has failed and let the mists clear
why couldn't I lust and strive
for it would be kinder than love
this cursed virtue
that bids me stay selfish need
sweet incoherence inflame me!
at least then I can say I tried
when he leaves me here alone
as is now my wish also
as my soul has found a twin
and now it lives for him
no longer me
Trimmed branches of remnant thought
Clutter the aisles of awakening
Gather passing particles of doubt
Struggle like a constrained tumbleweed.
A spark of truth, an errant idea,
Could ignite the entire maelstrom
Inflame a life’s mis-spent passion
Release the firestorm of hope.
Soft eyes a-flutter seize the flame
bathe in the searing purity
of vision without fear
of action without shame.
John G. Lawless
©10/20/2022
Being One’s self
Written: by Tom Wright
2/25/2013
We can’t all serve the entree
Some must serve the salad
Some sing country & western
Another will croon a ballad
While one may like football
The next person likes to fish
There’s nothing wrong with either
It’s just each person’s wish
The point I’m trying to make
Is that no two are the same
That it’s OK being one’s self
If others we don’t inflame