Torched Poems

Burned Bridges

My pride is bruised
My heart’s been used
My mind’s abused
I’m so confused

Your love had ridges
You burned our bridges
Ignored my wishes
Threw me like dishes

I once felt whole
you torched my soul
If heart break’s the goal
you played a good role

I sink into sadness
I echo the madness
Facedown in my mattress
Like a Hollywood actress

Romantic malpractice 
Your love’s like a cactus
I’m pricked by your thorns
And I drown in your storms 

You were a lesson to learn
Touched your fire til I burned 
You turned my heart into an urn 
Now you’re no longer my concern

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no2

Satsuma Tumour

Sense of Humour?

That Groomer Rumour


Cometh the Hour

Cometh the TAN!


People Power Glower should Flower

Grassy brassy knolls

But proles at the polls

Sold their Souls


To joust like Faust

Ignore Marcel Proust

Cower before the Ivory Tower


Odd bod elite’s law 

Tweets of Sod and God

No Enlightening


Repeats the prism

Or algorithm beats
 
Every criticism schism 

“Ism”..a frightening..lightning rod


Pot..black..kettle knack

Debauched cheats pedal to the metal

Out of whack flak attack 

Unsettle our mettle

Plot to settle that score


Scorched and torched serfs

Any petal in fine fettle

& the earth's core

B I N G O

I caught me a Dingo
I named that dog Bingo
He was no more than three

He watched o'er my nippers
And fetched me my slippers
What a good dog was he

One day while out walking
I heard people talking 
They were talking 'bout we

"Look at you and that dog"
"That cur smells like a hog"
"You should set that mutt free"

"Since you've more than one child"
"And him raised in the wild"
"It's not safe can't you see"

With their hearts full of lead
They then shot Bingo dead
Said "God meant it to be"

"Now you can just shoo"
"Before we shoot you too"
"Hang you high from this tree"

Defiled, I left wriggling
They smiled and left giggling
Guess the joke was on me

So later on that night 
I grabbed gas can and light
To set Bingo's soul free

I crept up like a mouse
And I torched their damned house
Then danced 'round it with glee

Through dead flames and flashes
I gathered their ashes
And cast all out to sea

Now I take it with pride
That he sits by God's side
And chases his Frisbee

Heaven is Real

They followed him. 
They obeyed and fulfilled his commands.
They ate and drank with him. 
Then they all went their separate ways
From the one True and Living God
Having a future of being torched.
Having a future of being crucified.
Having a future of being spit on.
Having a future of being skinned alive.
And more of the terrible reasons to die.
The disciples risked their lives
To spread Gospel across the world and teach
The only religion to Four-Corner the Earth
Teaching all nations and baptizing them
WHY DID THEY RISK IT?
Because they had SEEN the truth
They'd witnessed the living God
They'd witnessed the miracles
They'd witnessed the return of the King
No Man Will Go That Far for False Lies
Jesus is Real
God is Real
Heaven is Real

A War Reprised

My foe is back
Eight years later
Still tracking footprints
Still throwing shade
Chief hater
Slinging grenades in stacks
Click boom
Lurking like a swamp gator
Cold blooded
No tact
No soul
Just impact

Takeover in phases
Careers torched
Dreams scorched
You hateful witch
Buy
Destruct
Sell
Demonic greed
On a platinum shelf
You torch what you touch
Then grin to yourself

You will never understand
Here take this
It’s useless
Like rebellion in a Fortune 500
Fruitless
Like screaming in a soundproof room
Mute this

But I can't
I won’t
So I do this
Sick with the heat of it
Haunted by the truth of it
Dragging myself
Down this road
Again

No map
No justice
No righteousness

Monk mode

Sans thought, memory fades, we rest,
in time stretched peace, by God’s hand blessed,
poised as awareness self-aware,
laying in the void, our soul bare,
empty of both fear and desire,
as we’re torched by God’s cosmic fire,
pervading every cell of form,
touch divine with which we conform,
our focus firm by night and day,
treating this dream life as mere play.

A BRIEF POETIC SIMMER

once

again

the warmth

of sunshine

showered my being

awakening the inkwell of mind

overflowing in musing contemplations

of allegorical messages 

of a fertile womb

of mind seeking to inoculate 

others against infectious

lies of deceit

sowing apathtic seeds towards

empty scales of justice

and  plowing

that pandemic-abracadabra

oppressor syndrome

that we must uproot

in the awareness

of ancient poetic-tragedies

being a thing of the past

and that we must be even stronger

than that ancient survivor*

whose torched memory

ignites burning spears

of seasonal reaities

shaping the fall 

of winter-like discontentment

ushering in the springing

of our rooted renewed 

liberating spirits...



*Othello

Desert Rose

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 grain

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

Of Promises

She slips away having turned cold
No reason, it’s just her nature
Her first night will always linger
Tickertape dreams always endure

The heat of romance quelled her cold
Torched by the warmth of her beauty
Surrounded by youth’s couture
We stood between a past and future

Promises, fragile champagne bubbles
Bursting from a lost hearts longing
‘Neath fireworks of passions lie
Succumb to faded street light paths

Thus, do we dream upon waking
Of promises slowly grown cold

sharing the quest

Amidst some ashen memory distilled,
Unfolded all the flowering prose of eye;
Beneath the idea of the weighted song,
Sat still the meditative poet, I.

You knew me in your quiet hours
Long befriended neath a cloak of lust;
A mouse amidst the scent of wilted flowers,
Touched and torched and writhing in the dust.

We did embrace the noble thought,
We did dare contemplate the mortal;
Did compare, complain, for naught
While viewing out the portal.

And of the hunger and the shame
Between the pain and laughter,
Sought together life to tame,
And brace ourselves for after.

Nothing known of consequence or face;
Compassion of a child, we were blind.
We linked our thought to Holiness and Grace
And stepped forth unbeguiled, our God to find.

The ephemeral girl

She--- a demon 
She--- a witch
She--- must be torched,
Thought--- the women,
For she,
Their men bewitched
Loving what has no heart-
To love back,
She, comes still
Taking what she can, taking, until--
She has met the devil's hand--
The change of seasons came too early...


A smell of a unique summer flower
Dying in the season of winter
She crippled her tone
Begging the season for kindness
As she sat watching old shows
Craving moments of only-God-knows
If she went outside, the wolves would howl
And hate once more would siren through
If not solitude then who else
To name a companion,
Summer and her temperates, 
dried the final leaf 
Withered to dust, gone, 
When the wind filled the shadows.

Army of One

Alone I drift, a vagabond psuche, haunted by daughter's lifeblood and husband's self-exploded mind, a diseased landscape. Frantic fingers dance on the page as I conjure reason's faint glow, a desperate chainsaw whirring solace in the abyss. Bloodlust welts of fury scorch the script, a deranged catechism of hedonistic, as I shriek into the fray, my frame a torched earth, solar barren and bereft. Scum-ridden silver glares back, mocking reflections of futility, as I seethe venomous disgust, a reckoning’s reckoning, spewing forth vitriol to corrode the granite complacency. Specters of forgotten faces fragment, a ghastly kaleidoscope of doctored truths, as I screech at the echoing of a hollow existence, a funeral dirge for the self that never was. And smile at the reflection of who I am supposed to be, single-mother-effer's manifesto, don’t effing question she, you don’t have the piano fingers to come near my grace on the keys, I tie cherries with my tongue, have your berries blue by morn, my hands are a whole different story.

Sometimes I amaze even me — this is poetry!!

In life’s eventide

During life’s sunset years, in slowdown mode,
sidestepping environs that provoke strife,
our tranquil soul dwells in God’s heart abode,
invoking love mists that make us bliss rife.

Kindly eye looks at all with compassion,
tolerant to fault even if we’re scorched,
because where we dwell, love is in fashion,
wayward ego having long since been torched.

As dawn turns to dusk and night shifts to day,
with thoughts at rest and no load on our chest,
to the light that lights all lights, as we pray,
our presence is ensconced in heart’s bliss nest.

Having renounced desire, soul free from stain,
has broken free from earth life’s karmic chain.

You Saw Anew

      Sundial numerals illuminate 
      Knowing noon narrow shadow arrow strikes
      Flicks ‘round corners of maze elaborate 
      Heraldic daffodil, dormant out psychs 

      
      Lion, amber assured stride resolute
      Teams beside mine, admires canter cloud bounce
      Trembled meshing manes make brushstrokes astute
      Abstract turns apparent, rewound amounts


      Labyrinth lane secures our fears slumbering
      Canary chortle performs audacious 
      Honey wine celebrates when Summer brings
      Walls torched in lofty laughing blazes


      Flung flaxen, fertile wheat fields’ wispy waltz
      Scorched xanthe seeds multiply dream results






     24th July 

    Yellow Leo

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