Short Torched Poems

the burning oak and cedar,  
           a fiery inferno,
torched the wooded neighborhood...

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green tree frog slid down

cattails mirrored, dark pool shone,

hatred torched the town....

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Her hand she'd offered
  Her heart he'd spurned  

Tears torched her pillow        
  as Equilibrium burned...

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Sparkled kindness
benevolent serendipity 
sordid eloquence
torched succulence
shimmering shift
candid concupiscence...

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The fire’s been out for the longest time,
there’s nothing left but ashes

A pathway scorched, escape route torched
—where light now sorely passes

(The New Room: March, 2021)...

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There was a fire eater named Glinder
Who performed for a circus in Flinder.
He pushed the torch down far
Forgetting his hours at a bar. 
All that remains of Glinder is a cinder....

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lightning, powerful
blue, quick-silvered, the lands
amber-torched, so quick


      August 20, 2020
         7pm PST


Remembering Northern California that still burns...


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Bound to a fiery chair
Burned by my despair
Scorched by my mistakes' glare
Reality torched me to my last hair
The world melted me with care
My haughty hands throw me down the hatch
And my pride lit the match...

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The sizzle, the hum
a sparkle then done
torched and tormented
love starts to run

Cut cords  —
umbilicus lies 
unintended
never truly mended

Scars grieve
still ~ bloodied 
hearts leave...

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Not yet,
moon. I have torched 
the house 
to watch the flames.

*

Suddenly,
the eyes fish out 
a wild saga of 
a failing light –


on the roseate 
lips. I was always 
fond of lion’s tooth 
and milky stems.


Satish Verma...

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Sunday come, the old flame beckoned 

Three years and two 

Unities torched, broken, rewind unreckoned 

Violent tears burned and spoken 

Wedded bliss razed unwoken





So this was written by my one friend and asked me to publish it on his behalf.

:)...

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Spiritually is like the seeds in the wind
Carried by Bethlehem’s singing birds
Over oceans and times somewhat grim
When the world seems torched of all love and compassion
A single seed shall fall back to this earth
Giving humanity hope and a new re-birth...

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Love
Or hate
A feeling of 
Burning, blazing mortal devotion
Almost ready to boil over,
Run wildly free for eternity galore
And scar all in its ruthless path
Like a torched fire of emotion
Taking over mindless, passionate fools
With a taste of
Love or hate
Or both
Intertwined...

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A pretty little rose born in desert land
Growing in torched hot sand 
Where loneliness all around 
And no company can be found 
Lashed by sunlight
Dry out in hot thirsty night 
Though don't know why to live 
Fragrance it can give 
And it will do 
Thought I can't smell you 

Wednesday   2004
...

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A simple rhyme for a very dark time
  The road back, sure, an arduous climb
Tentative steps, cautious probes
  Sporting still protective wardrobes

Yet before long, like forests scorched
  Creature habitats by fire torched
Soon enough we'll be scampering gaily
  Reveling in routines familiar daily...

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Hiding inside the written page,
  reality slipped away

Buried inside a meaning deep,
  its wolves were kept at bay

With feelings ablaze, all answers were torched,
  a bonfire at the gate

New questions enshrined, false promises burned,
  with ash to mark the way

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014)...

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Enhancements


Sapphire oranges glowing red,
   disoriented mind, mixed up head.
Bright colors kaleidescoped dead,
   tired eyes it's time for bed...

Freezing sunlight sweating skin,
   heat torched goose bumps of sin.
Tropical shivers hullicinations begin,
   I just don't know if I can do this again......

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Hiding inside the written page,
  ‘reality’ slipped away

Buried inside a meaning deep,
  its wolves were kept at bay

With feelings ablaze, all answers are torched,
  a bonfire at the gate

New questions enshrined, false promises burned,
  with ash to mark the way


(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2014)...

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He was a troublesome kid,
Who punched the others and hid
If this wasn't safe, off slid
To be of reprisals rid...

Venturesome troublesome kid,
Who pot distances from lid
And could 12:00 pm from Mid;
A Life of the Twisty Grid
A street wise worldly - wise kid,
Who torched things and asked "who did?"
Nigeria's Grid of A kid?....

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fleece trap 
heat treated fluff 
my lungs fill with the lovely stuff 
strike fear into me 
light the match with forefinger 
and a wing of a bee 
fire through my lungs
don't run let it be  
smile while the blood runs
NO don't flee 
laughter burnt flesh 
lungs like torched fought
marshmallow mesh 
do what you call caring 
while you stand still staring...

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A grain of sand
In torched desert land 
Though many around 
Burned with no pain or sound 
No man or machine 
Can tell the difference in between 
Though they look the same 
Each one has a different name 
Even if you don't what to call
A brick and a brick make a wall
Repetition of the same 
Different in number different in game 

1/2/2005
...

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Topsy-turvy tomato
Hanging from my porch
Looking like I've hit the lotto
But maybe I'm torched

This may be a surprise
And you don't have a clue
The tomatoes should be such a prize
But I'm telling you

It has occured to me
When looking up I see
That I might have to climb 
The nearest tree

To claim what
Delicious fruit
Truly belongs to me...

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Life Is A Race
By: Miracle Man
November 20, 2020

Though we view life’s race through rose colored lens,
each bridge we’ve torched retains the semblance of ash.
We review our past without hope of amends,
for some, life's a marathon, for others just a dash.

“Life is for one generation; a good name is forever”
Japanese Proverb
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A Florida man found his thrill,
downed two bottles of vodka at will.
He tried to bake cookies;
The man was a rookie -
torched the house with his George Foreman grill.


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Yup, straight from a headline - Florida man drinks two bottles of vodka, tries to bake cookies on the grill, and burns the house down in the process......

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Going Backwards 
Like wet wood
The stance I took
I must have lost 
To the leftovers 
The flood drowned 
In stench rotten carpets 
That stole the smell
Of the family home
I torched the bed of the front room
No 1 wishes to sleep in
For fear of ghost's 
New sheet's can't cover
From the undiscovered 
Truth no 1 dare speak of
For dredging up the past...

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