Short Kerosene Poems

Rat snakes hate kerosene,

For crowns,ballots bitter medicine!...

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Ethyl sat upon a hill so green,
Reading a home-loving magazine.
When she was good and done,
In the spirit of great fun,
She lit them with smelly kerosene....

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I dig a compost pit,
to dispose the rubbish
since 1996.

I get the match,
put a kerosene gas.

Voila, they are now ashes,
the whirlwind carries them
away,

hoping they won't drift
and drop on my shoulders 
again....

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Aloft in once pure blue,
form strings of yellow hue -
pollutant see-o-two.

Man's abuse going on.
Dumping fossil carbon.
More filthy pollution.

Six miles up it is seen.
The sky a crisscross scene 
from tax free kerosene....

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Anticipating, beckoning, casting demonic, enviable fury, gazing hungrily inside, jutting kerosene, littering masses never opted, putrefying quills, reverting sympathy, turning upside-down…vaccinating whim, x-raying yesteryears…zero in...

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To make an impression, there
is only enough room to set 
images on fire, 
so here is ink,
kerosene,
spilled like blood and enjoyed 
like violence,
morphine,
the ghost of emotion, laid thin  
like addiction on a white sheet, 
and burned forever....

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Poor Sam Hose was tied to tree
Soaked in kerosene, lit a thousand degrees
His flesh roasting, the mob sliced off pieces
Laughing at his screams for mercy from Jesus
They took his manhood, fingers and ears
Poor Sam Hose was a souvenir...

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Green sparkling in her eyes, 
gasoline beneath her skin; 
Kerosene in everything she says, 
citrine hanging from a devilish grin;

Plucky with the heart of a rebel;  
Bucks back, a walking contradiction;
Loves with the magick of the fey;
Luck? She spells it intuition....

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They woke up
worried
What the other thought
They kissed eachother clean
during the early morning hours
They looked at one another
and felt a pang through their bodies

their eyes were filled with blood
when they looked at one
another

They went back to bed
Entangled bodies
that love
Nobody...

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All day the big jets fly
Leaving trails in the sky
And turning Nature’s blue
Into a sad grey view.
Aircraft pollute the scene
With tax-free kerosene.

Fossil fuels are a curse
And problem getting worse.
Should we now change the rule
And tax that aircraft fuel?
See contrails in the sky.
All day the big jets fly....

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Life is a red light, hearts downshift 
Or buzz in rubber to reversing routes 
Kerosene engines spark rooks of roars 
Or quiescent brakes. As if their destination
Held some Grail of hollow stature!
Considering my tires, my ambivalent tread 
Of ambulance traffic. An ambiance yielding 
Signs of neon leached desire
Billboarded excretions free speech...

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She started at dawn
when dew was glistening,
and bubbles were dancing
to the tune of kerosene lamps.


Oct. 25, 2020
Liberum Divisa 2 Poetry Contest
Gregory R Barden 


Original poem: “Mother Love” (Posted on January 16, 2017 and submitted on April 9, 2017 to “Non Romantic Love” Premiere Poetry Contest, conducted by Emile Pinet.)...

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Catching fire 
This flame 
My bed full of desire 
My lips dripping with kerosene 

My love is obscene 
I’ve lived a hundred years
But never have I seen
The aftermath of Gods tears

Enraptured by your light
I dream of you every night
Floating in your arms
Wearing you around my wrist 

Breathing you in
Like a drug
Holding you in
Like unrequited love....

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She clings so tightly
 
To capitalist trench coats
 
Burning folks with kerosene rope
 
Coast to bloody engine spokes
 
 
 
The map is tarnished 
 
Glass ribbons shrewd from her eyes
 
(I minus I) is her demise
 
Constantly cutting back
 
And reinventing new blood
 
 
 
She recedes with definite sin
 
However, gory details aside
 
You're still a girl with a dream
 
Nothing more, nothing less...

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They made it so hard to speak your name,
So much harder for me to blame them.


Enters in red right through my chest you
burned a clear gap.
Ready,
aim,
fire. 


Dynamite and dopamine share a first dance
A lit cigarette in my naive little hand. 

Each inhale like kerosene to my roots
Exhaling flames in the face of the truth.



I was always so willing to hold my breath
for you....

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As the Crow soars across the gray sky
And lands 'pon Pecan Tree
Whose tender green sways with the breeze
And Crow's caw floats with ease 

I shiver in my thin nightcoat
Though it is not that cold
Princess shivers with me in her coat
Rooster's crows float bold 

Such a gray morn dripping damp
Sunshine's brightness hidden
Like a wick without kerosene
Or kisses forbidden

Just for fun on a gray day!!!...

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I found a large glass container in an antique store.
My panoptic vision for it became so much more...
A bottle garden that would bring me such pleasure,
so, it grew into a tiny jungle of plants to treasure.
I nurtured it quite tenderly for almost two years
but one morning, what I found left me in tears.
Tiny mites and aphids stripped all the foliage clean.
I'll burn my bottle garden and pests with kerosene....

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Down a back alley,

I pull open the door,

Smell of kerosene,

Stained rug on the floor,

Dim lighting,

Strange language,

Unnerving, Yet exciting,

I sit down and order a beer,

I’m already drunk,

But my mission is clear,

In The bathroom its cold,

Concrete is cracked,

This building is old,

Just one long trough,

Steam wafting up,

Now back to the bar,

I can’t get enough 

JEV...

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When you speak
I hear mean,
Your words are dripped with kerosene.
In the embers,
there stands a liar.
The lying smoke reminds us of the fire.

Cherubs drown
before their love,
will ever support a thrown above.
Your reign's intact
and they'll soon see,
It's not what they thought it'd be.

Don't fret now
it won't matter,
it's too late; the papers tattered.
We all forgot
what really happened.
We always wanted the trap we're in....

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3 Benadryl
My body is damaged, depleted and drawn tight around my bones
Skin that shivers through the sweat 
A heart never to be trusted.

How many of these edge-balanced days are left?
Give me 1,000. And fill heaven with the stars of night.

In the silence, I hear my skin cells living and dying. Being birthed again. 
And all these miles of nerve fibers. Laid out like twigs. Drenched in kerosene. 

Yes. I'm on fire....

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Do you have to become what you are? 
I was a paradox of my absolute self
When catching my shadow cast a tree 
As someone else
Looking frightened and fastidious
My once obvious attributes 
Suddenly became an innately alien reflection
Curveballing my senses
In a whirlpool of cosmic derangement
I lost my brother of the sun
In a milliseconds bluffing realization
Shh! Back to the concrete focus
Where the mercenary kerosene flows...

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You are always on my mind
Raiding my thoughts
Infiltrating my dreams
My constant source of happiness
The kerosene fuelling the fire to my anger 
The highlight of my days
The darkness of my nights 


Oh what a tangled web we’ve weaved
Trying to combine our differences
Compromising but not on our feelings
But we are oil and water
So you know we’ll never mix

But still
you are always on my mind
A continuous reminder that love still exist...

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Crosscheck with An Honest Magazine
Price of liter of kerosene:
What it costs to upload ten poems,
I hate: Thief!” leading to requiems,
Poet to freely leave Cybercafé,
And at home drink Calming Nescafe…

So, I’ve started using firewood,
Where piles of Good Ones stand have I stood:
On this day the Twenty-First-August 
No shame asking Ant to be My Guest…

But-Gosh!-Cruel Smoke for Unprepared Lungs
Please, pray, I don’t start speaking in tongues!...

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Moonbeams come
through the glass in the room,
and shine on this candle lit sight;
Carolina Jasmine is in full bloom,
and kerosene lights the night.

The Whigs...debate politics,
while two men play at chess.
I entertain...them tonight,
as I am divinely...dressed.
But then his hand brushes mine,
he's Abraham Lincoln.

No money at all, and ambitions,
some...say he'll never see,
but he and the sharp mind
that he has, is exactly...
what I seek....

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Follow my voice make your
breath fail
Hips drive and
pump the air
Cylinder falls; choke and stall.

Fall in love
for a first kiss
A battle scar across your lips
Burning kerosene against 
the thin moon
stinging, weltered
rubbing alcohol in a wound

Yoke together under simple
law
God's ugly celebration
In a bedbug rut
the thaw.

A dog with his fleas
a forest of oily pine
needles
and dark green night
silent, curled together on the floor...

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