Smokeless Poems | Examples

ETERNAL FLAMING LOVE

The flames of a fire blaze

and flicker up and down

the line of their fuel;

 

In the furnace of my heart,

love’s flames are flickering

forever upward—warmly.

 

The salty waters of hate

tease love’s flaming blaze,

but are evaporated smokeless:-

 

Thus, is love’s warming eternal grace;

for wherever the flames of love abide,

hate’s filthy waters are forever dammed.

Inspiration

Ten Lines from Ten Poems 12/26/24
Poems used  1)Most Beautiful Christmas Poem 2)Who Am I?; 3)Keeper of the Flame; 4)Dreams within Dreams; 5)Love's Sonnet; 6)Moonlight on Meadows; 7)Yellow; 8)Gracious Grace; 9)Summer Quatrains; 10)At One With

Inspiration

Through the breathless comma of anticipation
I search for words that yearn to walk
A smokeless incense of inspiration arises
Pulled back from fleshless graveyards of bleak

Pale dawn stumbles from midnight to forget,
Splashing auroras of platinum mist
Breathing fireflies into tombs of musky indigos -
Endless effervescence of grace.

Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings
Present tense of the divine dawn.

Adieu Peat Briquette - Ephemera

Eco fuels at home are warmly cherished,
obligation calls and duly heeded,
in the past a smokeless coal,
allied to peat briquette the norm,
a less than ideal medley I’d agree,
I have this last briquette in camera folder,
on the day it was eventually disposed of,
an ahh moment if there ever was one,
Yet I cling to reminiscence round a warm hearth,
with my sister Jay’s wondrous glowing orb,
how she giggled so infectiously at will,
as intense vivid red flames leaped,
deep down inside we knew this couldn’t last,
a rubicon of sorts  had now been crossed,
one final soiled clump of history,
that would resonate deep into late life mists,
our family clustered gaping in amazement,
at momentary flight of era toss on film,
an eternally preserved instant fetish,
some poignant flashback a capsule

Flame Of Water

Like the semblance of an oil painting 
This flame of water
Imagines filaments of silk sapphire
Curling in cobalt spirals
And tendrils of azure fire 
In a clear-blue watery haze
That sees the day

Visions of cool blue swirls 
Absorb eternal transparencies
And grapple with the silver sword
Of rising discontent,
Immune to the flames that tear with words
The fabric of intent

Wavering slightly with a gentle roar
It shimmers lightly in the air, this water flare,
A smokeless breath defining
A moment of stalled momentum,
A flickering resolution
To quench the vapor trails
Of heat’s prerogatives

somewhat like falling in love

childlike spontaneity and pure intent
as innate propensity of our soul
in judging poetry contests
where focus is upon
a line of inquiry 
seeks an ethereal scent
made alive by words symbolic 
cajoling presence to imbibe the fragrance 
assimilated in stillness by the mind of our heart

as renowned masteroes electrify the stage
with flawless renderings of their music
an almost imperceptible subtle note
possesses the fabric of our soul
playing as a healing refrain
which is what grips our attention
compellingly as a wave form magical
conjuring in toroidal heart a smokeless fire
exerting upon mind full potency of magnetism

WE ARE NOT FUR BABIES

His incendiary comments
Ignited a conflagration
Concerning the dangers
Of “smokeless” tobacco

It’s the same look
Like the one the dogs get
When they hear the leash rattle
The eyes focus and scan
The attitude
Takes on an urgency.

That tree awaits.
Who might have been there
Who may still linger
Did we bring the ball
I hate it when he forgets
As I am not too fond of
Other dog’s saliva-soaked offerings.

“Biodegradable” poop bags
Holy Scat, what next
What is my carbon pawprint
A vegetarian diet
Little rain coats and hats

What, wait, no way, don’t even think
About putting me
In that “puppy pull toy”
You’ll pay for this
I know where you hide
Your golf shoes.

Zen Mode

from a centreless fulcrum 
a pulsating magnetic pull
energises ethereal senses
as reverberations of bliss
glistening as soma nectar
fixating meditative focus
on the flame that so burns
causing a smokeless fire
that transmutes our being
in an unending continuum
animating vibrant stillness

Zen Mode

a strange contentment 
that requires nothing
entwined with a seeking
a deep burning yearning

to embody within form
essence of presence
as eternal living light
drenched with bliss

we are consumed
by this smokeless fire
within which ego dies
and our true being emerges 

so simple
so enigmatic 
so enchanting

Your Wish Has Been Granted

Make a wish
                                              Layla awaits
                                                 Majnun 
                                            Of Persian lore
                                          From the oil lamp
                                             Smokeless fire   
                                                Jeweled
                                                lizard of
                                                  Djinn 
                                              Casted out
                                             Doomed into 
                                            an arid desert
                                        The land of betrayal
                                                  Pans
                                        On an endless night

                                  (Yalto created by Edward Ibeh)

Keeper of the Flame

Keeper of the Flame

Flame born in Genesis’ labors
 Springs from the eternal parent’s word,
Image of the ever present truth,
Soars above impotent earth
Lost in the swirling numb abyss
Fragile fire kindled by a vision’s flint
        Bright vow intoned grows a fiery flower

Set upon a high rising hill in trust
Until the Keeper, born from dust,
Stands watch
Raptured sentinel face set against
Howling hurricanes, 
	That rise like screaming phantoms,
And the siroccos plan to shatter fire
	Into embers with its jagged breath;
Cloaked by the chrysalis protection
The Keeper thwarts designs
To kidnap from the mountain fortress
Celestial inspiration’s blaze of grace -
And the wild Kerry dances intent to steal
 	Then slay bright fire
         In the foul air of wicked conflagration -
 
With shields forged in eternity’s tinder grace,
Keeper, Guardian,
Fends off fiends of stalking chants;
A smokeless incense of inspiration rises 
Forever young 
A blessing kindled for the Keeper’s heart
Ambassador anointed - guardian of the eternal flame.

3-24-22
Contest: This or That
Title chosen Keeper of the Flame
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Smokeless Candles

The napkins were the first to know
a party pooper breached the guard
an uninvited wind did blow
as rain, once distant, now fell hard
on smokeless candles, slightly charred.

©2/12/2022

Quintain (English) Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Emile Pinet

Multiverse

Distant jewels of night inthrall my eye.
A timeless question forms upon my mind.
Universe. Compared to you, what am I?
Inside I feel alien to my own kind...

With their fruitless efforts to quantify-
eternity and shape reality.
They place limits on an unruly sky-
a witless display of totality.  

Stranger than fiction; that which is scope-less.
As if the eye of the mind were sublime.
Depictions of fire; but yet smokeless.
Stars ablaze, make relevant space and time. 

To you, I’m a cosmic ghost in this shell.
We’re one and the same, no matter the veil.


November 27, 2020

Queen of Hearts-Collaboration

A princess no doubt that captures my heart
Nice traits made her a woman of my dreams
Her sweet passion made my sorrow depart
My heart burns with smokeless flame, so it seems.

Reader of the stars, cleanser of the soul 
A queen that carries peace on her strong wings
enters your life to play a vital role
Looking at the ball her voice soothes as she sings.

How she fell in love with someone like me 
People asked?~ a rat without a dine 
Though purse is empty; heart wider than sea
As my love is real~like a fruitful vine .


8-21-2020

Far Behind

the time was up
your ticket expired
ashes thick
from smokeless fire
distance grew, you try harder
gone the love of my desire

messages come
left unattended
inbox filled with
those you send
deleted now the memory
no good reason to pretend

once in awhile,
you cross my mind
thinking of dreams
left far behind
nothing here, no aftertaste
from those stars that were
aligned

An Essence of Love In the Changing Seasons

As autumn approached the colourful trees, it drained the beauty and colour of nature. The timber blissfully released its blossomed leaves to remain but lifeless…

And then winter came, I ask: “what have you bought for us?” but my eyes were sufficient to witness the harmony it revealed. 

Calmness showered as so gently that a smokeless fire of contentment warmed my cold soul, and the peaceful breeze of summer bloomed in my pulse.

I contemplate: What a beauty winter conserves; a source of transformation for the heart, spreading love and tranquillity in the streets of humanity.

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