Short Torched Poems
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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)
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.
The once was a group on Fourth of July
Who partied with all that money could buy
Games and food suited their mood
A flaming dessert seemed good
Until a roman candle torched their pie
lightning, powerful
blue, quick-silvered, the lands
amber-torched, so quick
August 20, 2020
7pm PST
Remembering Northern California that still burns...
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
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
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
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.
:)
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
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
Form:
Time the lies were finally binned
Greedier needier leaders grinned
Pacts who the facts have spinned
Scorched earth torched & skinned
Fossil fuel fools acts have sinned
Renewable is doable hopes pinned
As some resources haven’t thinned
We will always have sunshine & wind
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
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
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)
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...
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)
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?.
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
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
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
Form:
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
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...
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
What country? Has the fastest growing rate of Christian converts.' Which country
Recently torched images of baal.' Which
Country claims it has a self-imposed ban on keeping nucleat weapons? Also the
Chemical variety.' I do beleive its the same
One now under attack, by nuclear armed powers.' Maybe all the points I quote are
Wrong.? Can anyone let me know.?
High sunned, he's blazing out
A brand new trail.
As lengthy day's lit hours; that stretch
More scorched, to mid eve.
Weeks away - for their sake!
Boys, gods believe!
" This; with hottest torched clutch;
As breathless, we!
This prospect, but catching up with.
Joy's. Yours, mine. Spurred.
As shows, through each hot-ran desire
Feet, ice-unfettered."