No one lit a match.
no lamp spilled,
the air kept kindling its hot heart,
it pulsed red all day
The heat-heavy evening slumped
toward a simmering earth,
clouds began to roil,
they swirled,
they broiled in a death dance
of fuming dragon tails,
a wounded flickering
that lashed out blindly.
We laid down our souls,
they were too hot to rescue.
We were weary, too numbed
to be either beasts or humans.
When the sun slowly fell,
carving its way
through the dark rims
of fiery hills,
a smelter of sweating rain
cut the strings of our voices
and revived us not.
A hot day and a smelter
Is it in Qatar, or in Dubai a friendly aluminum
smelter for sale, the one in the picture on a TV add
looks ok
Now that my wife is on holiday with her aunt I cruse
on the TV, but this is the first time I have come across
a smelter of aluminum
I buy food at the deli and warm it at home, taste
remarkable like my wife's cooking, not that I have seen
her peeled potatoes.
She hollers, come and get it and slams the cooking
lids together
I have had many cars, old ones, mainly because
I can't afford the taxi fare, I have no money to
buy a new car.
Aluminum smelter!
Wouldn't that be amazing?
I met a man in a bar who said he was a retired poet
spent his time writing slogans on walls
I told him about the affable smelter in Dubai
the retired poet looked out of the window
picked up his notebook and took no interest
in my smelter
He had seen a donkey with a straw hat and
regretted his retirement
Setting sun carved a path over the Humber
From Hessle right across the river bend
To join the banks at Ferriby Foreshore
Where that path came to its end.
The great smelter chimney
Rising there darkly up high
Sent its stream of carcinogenic smoke
Crawling across the reddening sky.
The resident old transvestite man,
Beach combing the bank for wood
Let the small boat he pulled drift so it
Crossed the path from where I stood.
To my rear the Bridge dominated
Striding the river from side to side
Then the longest in the world
With its span totalling a mile wide.
That strange mixture of past and present
Not there to be seen anymore
For the smelter was pulled down
And taken to pollute a foreign shore;
And the old man in his strange garb?
Not even sure if he’s still here.
I’ve not walked that old path
For far too many years.
But the bridge, now second biggest,
Still spans the waterway
Carrying the road’s traffic
Day after day after day.
A hush in the gathering darkness.
Fading to silence bird song.
And as the sun lowered to earth
My scarlet path was gone.
Have you heard the story,
Of Stink, Stank, and Stunk?
The one of a kind, bonafide,
Three headed Skunk.
Stink was on the left,
Stunk was on the right.
Leaving Stank in the middle,
With no peripheral sight.
They always disagreed,
On who was in the lead.
Each vying for the spot,
Unwilling to concede.
They'd go round and round,
With tail in the air.
Snapping at each other,
And ripping out their hair.
But it never did fail,
After lifting their tail.
Would spray a triple dose,
Oh man, what a smell.
It'd bring you down to size,
Putting tears in your eyes.
The stench was so bad,
It would even kill flies.
If they ever come near,
You'd better disappear.
Just run for your life,
Till the coast is clear.
Have you ever had the feeling,
That can upset and send you reeling,
Like you're being watched and don't know why?
Like someone's out to get you,
Like they'd really like to hurt you,
And you'd better watch your back by and by?
Most often it means nothing,
But sometimes it could be something,
Your sixth sense is telling you to peel your eyes.
You don't have to get defensive,
Let yourself become too pensive,
But for sure a bit of vigilance applies;
But if you let it get you down,
That others are around,
Who wish you ill without good reason then they've won.
Just treat others as you would be,
And your enemies will soon see,
All their efforts at discourse have come undone;
For their lies will come to nothing,
If you make sure they see something,
In your life that gives you peace no matter what;
And they will want it too,
Some may come and talk to you,
To find out what it is they haven't got;
For The Lord will be your shelter,
Through the storms of life, a smelter,
And you'll come through it all as purest gold.
What don't kill you makes you stronger,
And your life will be much longer,
If you let The Shepherd keep you in His fold.
wet stormy night flames dreamy eyes
intimate and wiful, jazz foreplayed.
disheveled air breezes wanton replies
candlewax melt in stardust serenade.
moon looks so close, though far away
in roving wind, wild seeds all scattered.
tranquil lips quiver, hesitant to stay
in ecstatic beats, heart pitter pattered.
almond eyes smelter soft auburn hair,
as world disappears in sudden free fall.
an electrified magic, waltzes everywhere,
two gentle loving souls,... too wild to stall.
17th April 2019
Purge
Unburden
Refine
Improve
Free
Immaculate
Expiate
Deliver
1 John 1:9
9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.
1 John 1:7New
But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.
Malachi 3:3
"He will sit as a smelter and purifier of silver, and He will purify the sons of Levi and refine them like gold and silver, so that they may present to the LORD offerings in righteousness.
Hebrews 1;3
The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven. Amen
Though you are but a stranger to me, I offer you a kiss.
And though I’ve never met you, I know you and what you’re searching.
Look tenderly at me, and you will find it.
It is in me what you, stranger, yearn for most.
I’ll quench your thirst, I’ll satisfy your craving.
For in that great smelter that forged your feet and eyes, was forged the small seed that gave me life.
We’re brethren, stranger. I am you.
Change my mind, my heart, my soul
I wonder if I am broken
Challenge my thoughts, my spirit, my pride
I still have not yet spoken
Take my hand and pull me near
But be aware that I might fear
The closeness that comes with touching.
Tell me your secrets, tell me your lies
your deepest thoughts are nothing in size
to what I feel
to what I dream
to why and what
and when I leave
this world behind and move along
I may be mistaken,
But I'm not wrong
These words are my attempt to change
a person who was once a slave
to who she did not know
A story told, a story lost
a compromise of pen and thoughts
I cannot even begin to show
of who is what and what I know
Trying gets me closer, true
But emotions still get caught
deep inside they smelter
my dying ember of a heart.
Now hope is gone
but yet it's found
It reawakens with the sound
of life beating my mind awake....