Short Wicks Poems

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Dancing candle flames,
On a frigid Winter night:
Sleeping wicks still smoke....

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candles burning wicks
stockings with peppermint sticks....
flames held by warm bricks...

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oil lamps get put off
wicks lacking inner fiber ---
winds are often blamed


13 July 2022...

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The teacher was a steady flame
    the students, tiny candles

  She lit their wicks without a hitch
    not once did her flame twitch....

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There once was a kid named Jack
Who bragged that he had the knack
To jump candle sticks
But got snagged on the wicks
Now the poor lad has got a burnt crack...

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Our auras caress,
heart lotus awaiting touch,
that love may blossom within.


The light that ignites
candle wicks in hearts barren,
is magic God Himself wields....

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I lay down candles in the rain
knowing they won't light
someday the sun will shine again
and all the wicks will dry
then I'll light them one by one
make a tarmac in the dark
so you can find your way to me
this runway to my heart...

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Candle wax dripping down the face
While at the bottom hardens the heart
The wicks fire has burned dark
Once lit with light to see the soul
Now sits on an empty table alone
Tears of wax no longer drip
This candle has been blown out...

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lantern’s rain and flame.
       lighting wicks the dark,
butts saffron water
                        in vase, purple flares—
plucky wildflowers,  
        other side of pane.

3/26/2021
Pic 4, Tableau 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
PS syllable counter used...

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Wreaths
Paintings
Wall hangings
A decorator's paradise

Wooden cars
Paint brushes
Stick on designs
A child's moment to learn how to drive for the first time

Candle wicks
Candle scents
Colored wax
A candle maker's luxury

A hobby for all
Who come to seek out
Their good fortune...

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Warm
April 
winds scatter 
wicks left by winter...
snow melts revealing barren soil.
Spring
is late
awakening
impatience in me...
to kiss Lucy on lush meadows.
Voices
with sweet
whispers rise
to the dazzling clouds....
anticipating more mild days.


Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci...

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The qualities of which I desire etched in the wax are 
filled with rosemary
Set this candle a blaze to watch them melt away to an
emotional sanctuary
The orange scent to which infuses it, providing calm, 
taking all that's scary
At its wicks end, may you feel a sense of love that will
never waver nor very...

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My sixty-seventh March 13

Hoarse, the lion roar is fading;
the lamb sneaks up again.

Hot, another birthright tallied;
the candles are so dense.

Black, the coated wicks will smolder;
they huddle upon cake.

come to me, whom I’ve remembered;
come to me for whom I’ve ached.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March  2012...

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Flames glow with rhythmic fluttering,
casting dark shadows upon my wall.
Paraffin rivers trickle from candles,
spilling in flow that mimics my tears.
My voice whispers, calling your name.
I smother the wicks of waxen pillars.



October 31, 2021
Bite Size Poem no25 Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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Why does the longing of lived wax melt clean off your wicks? 
Oh, how do you hold a capillary existence fending off the ticks?
Over and over to lay wasted during the cold times, of treats and tricks
Daylight will return beauty to you in magical ways after the season of the sticks
Save your strength, take time to slumber; why be awake to witness the politics?...

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An emerald green, beveled glass holder,with four giant wicks.
Smiling, and scenting me with gardenia scented uplifting, floral magic!

It's nature's fond adieux to me, to me, in silvered gown to rest, nothing frenetic.
In the loving arms of the constellations, shimmering and touchingly them......sleeping, 'tis more than poetic!!



5/21/2019
11:42 pm PST


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Jennifer
Genuine, artistic and talented genius
Daughter of Dennis and Shirley
Lover of creativity, globetrotting and big dreams
Who feels the world is her oyster
Who fears breaking promises and not making deadlines
Who would like to see the end of poverty on earth
Resident of metropolitan Montreal, Canada
Wicks



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on February 25, 2021...

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early one morning
born in late March
Arrived with a gust of spring
in time for awakenings
for trees to bud and come alive
for birds to chirp
their sweetest chants

born in late March
early one morning
in the midst of exuberance
as an awesome tribute to life
a prime chance for renewals
grand-daddy’s pride and joy        



AP: 3rd place 2020

Posted January 5, 2018...

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Chastity went to a nudist camp
And wondered why they turned down the lamp
But when she saw Dick
With his wilted wick
She knew at once why the seats were damp!

 Contributed by Belle Bellevue:

Chastity quickly dressed and left the site
Not wanting to be classed “lady of the night” 
At home was a note 
Her sister had wrote, 
“Gone to set the wicks of the world alight”...

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An impression can at times last a lifetime
Where time fails, it is etched in memory 
To flicker and perish among my unlit wicks
The darkness tempts me to strike a match
I dearth to start a fire to burn away my past
However, you are a craven light switch
For someone to divert my attention
And guide me to the glory, I rightly merit
That's where it belongs.

Writing...

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Getting this in just under the wire
  In a few minutes, my wife lights the wicks' fires *

If I don't finish this poem and get the clothes from the dryer
  She'll light my buttocks as Friday afternoon expires



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Candle-lighting time for this Sabbath (Friday afternoon) in 
Chicago is 5:16 p.m, 20 minutes before sunset... Sabbath
Peace to one and all....

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Purity of countenance, fellowship of praise,
kindling of braided wax and flaming wicks.

                       Feel, smell, see, hear, taste
                               — for the Lord is good.

Soaked in wine, spices, candle and prayer —
cordiality stirred with gentleness and kindness.

Pot-stirrers of all that is good —
smiles, good humor and tongue.

Havdalah!

12/13/2019...

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The earth moaned 
under the heat. On the porch
wicks drowned in melted
citronella candles
under limp wind chimes.
Withered vegetation drooped.

Finally –
a grey morning mist
gently
moistened cracked soil. The parched land
lifted
its head,
listened
as the wind chimes began to dance.
The thunderclap
announced the resurrection;
the downpour
was redemption.


August 27, 2018
For contest: Wind chimes
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh...

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This Eve

	As the candle
Burns from both of its wicks,
	Into the night and
Into the dawn, the mind tricks,
	The moon rises
This eve to its most full,
	Seven full nights
Is elapsed that is the rule,
	Tides will cycle
Throughout this due week,
	Upon the full moon
The tides consequencely peak,
	Did you know that 90%
Of your body is made up of water,
	That means you have
A lot of water—weight the latter.

Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein...

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