Short Scalding Poems

This…
boiling clanking
peach bowl
iron heavy
scalding herbal
fruity home
as
a vase...

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pure scalding water
soon aromatic leaves steep.
the brain is infused...

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the heat is scalding
burning the skin to bright red
storms on horizon

Russell Sivey...

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Scraping screaming skin 
with the very softest touch;
A deceptive thief,
so soothing filled with aloe;
Poison passion is scalding....

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Naked in the shower,
Water flowing over me
As hot as I can bear;
Scalding my skin,
Masking my tears,
Drowning my cries,
Hardening my heart....

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Sun ripe and rotten flavor.
Thousand seconds gone as panic blares.
Shown in laughter calls and scalding winters.
Throw emotion to the wolves and see how it fares....

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Scalding winds, cold as ice,
burn away frozen layers.
Drawing raw, unbidden scars,
upon the rugged spires.


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A hot air sauntered day, of early June
scalding sun smeared in salty sweat,
tears drenched a ground that  afternoon
on which you laid on ice, still in death.
A cold charlatan summer,  I'll never forget




6th May 2019...

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This pan just won't do,
As you can see it's dirty,
Put it through the wash.

Can water purge grease,
Not hot or cold but scalding,
Enough to sear flesh.

Unwanted blotches,
And all things original,
Are not fit for kings....

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Lead me not into the fire
As damnation burns deeper
And my soul cannot bear
Another searing hot flame
Please do not scorch my life
I would die a horrible death
If you take me to burn by fire
Deep within my scalding heart

Russell Sivey...

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better than whom
whos nomenclatures
senses dense reality
breathing a turn out
freshly sold breath
arresting
shakespeares oral submissions
given upon down
word scalding
three degrees
of
love that zoomd
better than whom
?...

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Tongue danced behind lips; anticipation,
Love transformed in unbridled liberation.
Fire-born body heat of scalding passion,
Unrealized immense infatuation.
Naked whispers confess love; consummation,
Bound by virginity-claimed emancipation....

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he whips up a thunderstorm 
of furious acid

   looming above an ocean black,
   vast and placid,

      snorting through billows of smoke scalding, 
      deathly white,

         the god of the seas, once again, 
         will show his might....

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Greener Grassier

My life is bound
To figure out
The greener grass
Or the grassier
Greens.
I know not
The frying pan
Nor the fire.
Either heat
Warms me up,
But I need
The hot
And scalding
Fire or pan.
Short lives
Are condemned
To meet
Long faces
When you Long
For lips
Of warmth......

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The scalding steam of bitter black coffee
Kisses my trembling hands.
The bitter sting of winter blanketed by the safe tranquility of spring
A new beginning.

But my lips caress the porcelain cup, warm
Like your skin once was - is.
A ‘forgotten’ memory, still as strong
As bitter black coffee....

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Scalding hot
The melting pot
City slickers
With knotted knickers
Traffic jams
Slaughter of lambs
Put up a fight
Speed of light
Amidst the rat race
Within reach a can of mace
Keeping up
Got bumped up
Then retired
Just got too tired



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on March 6, 2019...

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  A squirrel jumped onto my windowsill
    It was not afraid of me
  I winked at it, proffered a cup
    Mouthed, ‘Would you like some tea?’

  It hopped on in and dipped its head
    right into the scalding hot tea
  And that was the first and last time
    that varmint took an invite from me
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ODE TO MONOGAMY

As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with twenty wives.
Old and wizened, hair snow white;
Frail and bent, a sorry sight.
With scalding tongues, his twenty spouses
Followed him with moans and grouses.
I asked him, “Sir, how old are you?”
He said, “Next week I’m twenty-two.”...

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You're love is acid
Bubbling   
From every pore   
(scalding);   
  
You are the angelic face   
Of malignent venom   
Infecting every cell   
  
How I despise my   
Treacherous lust   
Body betrayer.   
  
Decomposing   
Your parasitic love   
Devouring   
I can not breathe   
Nor see my light   
Slowly darknen....

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I love you, my son 
Simple, wayward, spinning complacency 
Father loving deeply, inside his mind 

He guides me to a boil, scared, scarred 
This messy pot of scalding loving scorn 
Bubbling for recognition, a job well done 

The innocence inoculates him 
I dreamt I was you, I was 
A callow young man, as you become me

As I became you...

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Scalding tears,empty promises,the rejoinder of corruption.

Keep away from the fire, fruit tree, bureaucracy don't scratch your pen on the 
paper.

Poison somebody's mind,my village has 800 souls.

The murderer boasts again and the fireman goes to an early grave.

I snuff a candle,knelt down and prayed,

......as the moon is beginning to wax....

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How can I forget you,
your smile, your kind words?
How can I stop dreaming,
stop hoping and wishing?
Your voice, your eyes, your hands
always present, stirring memories,
each sweet thing said in my mind
like a broken love song.
Memories burning, scalding
and springing suddenly, violently.
So many rotting promises
and half lost wishes
and yet...
I can't let go....

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My skin thirst for a kiss from those scalding lips.
As my eyes flicker into my head, I have found the sweetness of pain.
My body has become the canvas to my misery,
and I now see pleasure and pain are one thing of the same.
As the intensity of feeling blurs the shapes and edges of my thoughts, 
my breath reeks of bliss.

my skin thirst for the lips of the iron kiss....

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"Americano"

filter-dripped
watered down
weak coffee

artificial

the mood 
steaming diluted
swings lower, unfilling;

the wanting
lusciously dark
hot to the tongue

more rapid 
complex in richness 
animated 

scalding and sharp

Expresso
piercing arrow 
shoots straight to the heart.



Candide Diderot. ‘25
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Sweat droplets race,
salty and excited
running into waves 
there is no shade,
no shade,
only light
beating down upon my face,
I rejoice in the rhymic flow of a cool shower,
pulse radiates in this weather,
scalding light,
scalding light,
beating down,
beating my face,
escape from winter,
this is the opposite,
how they differ,
sweet honeysuckle and scarlet sunburns....

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