Short Stoked Poems
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Feelings
Overpower me
As thoughts of you burn freely
Within me
I am warmed by your lovely smile
Fires stoked by your sultry looks
Heated
Allen Ginsberg wrote 'Howl' 65 years ago
Before almost anyone was woke
Read his poem carefully, my friend
See America's downfall stoked
When Lady Gaga's French bulldogs
Stoked half-a-million squealing hogs
The canine corps
Knocked on her door
With countless tails like pollywogs . . . .
I sat on what we have always called our marked bench and smoked.
Just wish you were here with me, because we could have toked,
The sad thing is I only wish you would be a little more stoked.
"Happy New Year to all you folks,
What has happened this year has left
me kind of stoked."
"I hope this year to be the best for- you
, and I hope that you improve everything
which was left to do. "
Crimson lips so soft as a cradle
Overly stoked for a shadow to cuddle
Hot tears so sweet and fresh
Washing her cheeks dressed in a rosy blush
A shy mind feeling guilty and cold
An epic heart so brave and bold
Tiny chances of slender hopes, that broke.
On your lies i can only pray, you choke.
Not ever was a single word, misspoke.
Scattered tattered moral beliefs, a joke.
But buoyant dreams that fill my head, are stoked.
“…let it snow…let it snow..”
the snow blanketed
the earth’s floor—
burden tree branches
mimicked bent black backs
of slaves—
in the distance
a red tail hawk
echoed:
we stoked the fire
and made love
Chef dog stoked the heat in the kitchen every morn.
He was the best chef in Milwaukee who had ever been born.
He made chicken biscuits, sausage waffles and roadkill stew.
I have always wanted to eat there, wouldn’t you?
True hearts to be stoked ~
With so much love and passion ~~
The caring of two ~~~
True hearts to be stoked ~
On fire, some days simmering ~~
Never to go out ~~~
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-12.php
hot red fire and a newly stoked desire
a want and a crave
a taste for a slave
and all the things that make pretty little joys
colors and lights on sweaty nights
an itch to scratch
for the right catch
and a pleasure of treasured toys
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Door Prob
stoked
craving
internal
I-need-to-know
claims me wholly as a hall of doors cast
some digressive privilege, transfigured
I, well purposed
questioning
support
probes
2020 September 14
*3rd Place*
Double Tetractys 2
~~Eve Roper
Photo #1
The Lovely Women From France
The closest he got to France is from a broad
She said if he saw her home, he would be awed
Now their first date was just fine
And yes he swallowed that line
Until she stoked the Effiel Tower's facade
connie pachecho
1/26/23
The “Green New Deal” will go down as the largest PONZI SCAM on a global scale! ~Jay McKinsey, 2023
There was a young man from the coast
Whose mind the Democrats stoked
With Green Energy scam
When he couldn't find sand
The man buried his head in the moat!
They scream war for peace,
Not peace for loving kindness;
Human nature stoked:-
War bombing for peace,
No thoughts of building for love;
Wintering hate still dropping:-
Bombs drop like fall leaves,
Busting storms keep blood gushing;
Healing spring postponed.
Oh streaking man on epic sea;
bold waterman stoked up on fear,
your blue room wall calm lunacy,
oh streaking man on epic sea.
In magic, bound up ecstasy,
your arching nemisis comes near,
oh streaking man on epic sea;
bold waterman stoked up on fear.
The moon is both full-hung and unfading.
While enthusiasms of the heart
Stoked are, flame-ready for romance
That image from them wont depart.
Let us therefore from balcony, or below
Where fountain dignifies tears
Be heard, in vows spilt out honouring
Whose gold doth bind what each hears.
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Written: October 21, 2023,
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Undressed poltergeists prowl around
a lurch occurring on the ground
people stoked the burning man's fire,
our souls, toasted by the sun's pyre
we twirl boldly, strong our hearts pound.
I was all stoked
ready to roll
when suddenly
someone else
announced
she is in charge.
Shift gears!
Put it in second.
We're going
down hill
to sea level,
where energy
glides upon
calm waters,
no waves.
Will she
take the helm
or let us drift
aimlessly
as it has been
awhile now.
SKB
The weed made me paranoid-giggling-sweet
whisky stoked the anger's glow
somebody's peeing in the corner
strange noises beyond the bedroom door.
An ogre is trying to fashion a fight
I try and avoid his dark green eyes.
My date has grown a porcelain halo
My friends have left their minds
I think it's past time to go.
He's off-the-wall
Unprecedented gall
A human catcall
Sins and grins
Feels no chagrin
Conscience of tin
Lies and fibs
Speaks in mad-libs
Smack in the ribs
Text and tweets
Clumsily browbeats
Brutally mistreats
It's no joke
Hatred's unyoked
Violence stoked
Is he secretly rootin'
For another shootin'?
~ So is Putin
a wax tear formed
on redwood heart
in the dark
yet lit by many
a candle wick
my dry eyes wet
acapella soars
blood sweat tears
adorns
welled up
wall to wall
ascent
hearts rent
and bound
in grief
silent, deafening
defeating
lies
spurs on healing
stoked by
perspective
straight candlesticks
proud, on fire
a Holy Spirit spire
angry-gray steam billowing
from its coal-stoked furnace
its whistle threatening a reckoning
speed decreasing with each turn of its wheels
the mighty locomotive pulled into
the station, her denizens eagerly waving
to folks as familiar as the sounds of the prairie
adventures to unpack once back home
O-ctober flames of pumpkin eyes, stoked.
C-reepy coldness at our backs. Tales
T-old with ale — the headless horseman.
O-ff he rides in the wind.
B-rr, wind wool scarf ‘round neck.
E-ars shudder as the narrator says,
“R-est your heads for awhile, friends.”
10/7/2019
October Contest 45 or Less Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
I hear snapping jaws of intolerance
and hatred, dripping with bile of
irrational anger: stoked, stroked, fired
by pseudojournalists and narrow-minded
commentators spinning fabrications
like deadly spiders in darkened holes,
each web of deceit mending the false
strands, repeatedly sheared by truth,
how dare they take the sacred name
of painted Patriots protesting.