Wax Poems

Lava Lamp

vessel captivates
warm waxing finesse waning                                
more color less stress
glowing going with flowing
lugubrious globular!

vibrant pink guava
incandescent liquid groove~
pahoehoe lava

Wax, Wax, Wax

Windowed, Windowed,
                           Wax, Wax, .... Wax!

Voices Fun Of Cheer's
                    

HOUSE OF WAX

I stand in my candle holder
With a wick upon my shoulder.
My place is by the window...
Listening to the wind blow.
Seasons come and go with pass...
Changing opposite the glass.
Sunrises through to sunsets...
This candle never forgets.

Pending, you are source of fire...
When you strike, you spark desire.
We are a match - you of your match
And I, the candle

Candle wax eyes

Another body has burned; Sweet release.

I run so f*cking hot I struggle to breathe,

But I’ve changed so much!

Sweet release.

Rubbernecking the sun as they tell me that I’ve won.

Sweet release.

There’s purple in these eyes, staring at a neck every time I strum a line.

(Gasp) Sweet release.

But there’s nothing I’m afraid of (sweet release)

Like a candle dressed

Burning Love

I want to tell a funny story,
About this certain candle I had bought. 
“We’ll have a romantic night in”
This is the first thing I thought. 

Now this candle had its own jar,
One of those ones with 3 wick burners,
A statement decor piece, they say
A real mood turner. 

I put the kids to bed
And set up

In the realm of night within my mind, where moonlight drips like wax

In the realm of night within my mind, where moonlight drips like wax,
I lose myself among old memories, shrouded in mist,
dancing at the edge of an abyss, do not come too close to me,
for my heart is a labyrinth full of thorns and unfulfilled dreams,
see me beyond the illusory happiness, forget my face that promises

Through a world of wax and shadows they ever wander

Through a world of wax and shadows they ever wander,
Secret auditors of inner voices, clear as crystal,
Following them like music throbbing through the veins of a slumbering city,
Whispering hidden paths - some call madness, others, myth.
Within them wrestles a muse born of the depths of being,
Singing a wordless melody, yet full of ancient meanings.
Under their

A PATCHWORK CASTLE a story of the wax factor

A PATCHWORK CASTLE – a story of the wax factor

They told me we would walk the stars,
If I took a piece of you, and a piece of me,
And a piece of him here, and a piece of him there,
And a piece of she.

They told me that the world would heal,
If you shared your mind, and

Between the Extremes - POTD

In the nighttime hours
As the world deftly creeps by
I summon my powers
Spread my wings and fly
Past cotton clouds,
Snow-capped mountains, white
I am lost and I am found
I am beauty and blight

Past the midnight chimes
A soul searching for home
Tangling myself in rhymes
So as to not feel alone
Catch the updraft of hope
Friendship sun on my face
My place in

In the cells of silence, where dreams freeze in wax

In the cells of silence, where dreams freeze in wax,
Lone women walk with hearts as hard as bitter stone.
A flame of pure pride, in their veins runs hot,
Thinking of a dreamed prince, whom longing carries in the mind.
In their hidden chambers, embroidered with restless longing,
Trees of memories grow, that have not borne an answer,
Walls of

Moon Waxes Lyrical

moon plays in phases
with its wax and wane cycle
from slack, lax and lame
to wanton wax lyrical
inspired lunar conundrum

Wax

I light up my lighter but never to smoke

but to do something that makes me a joke.

i set a candle on fire, the flames grow higher

as i watch the violet envelope the crimson.

the candle is pink and striped with white

it casts a yellow shining light.

wax pools in the lake below the wick

i feel it getting

Sex Wax and Billabong Tercet

Lifted by the sweet sound of birdsong, 
wild surfer on double overhead waves;
I feel all that Sex wax and Billabong.

I Wax Poetic As Lifeblood Imperceptibly Doth Wane

I wax poetic as lifeblood imperceptibly doth wane

Mine body electric analogous 
to Google map pronounced 
with arteries and countless varicose vein
visible popping blood vessels  
leeches haven grand old time 
at expense of poor sucker 
abracadabra backfired 
courtesy corp hustle legerdemain. 

Aging baby boomer
no longer fit as a fiddle
accumulating extra adipose tissue
around the middle
ain't no

Wax

ridges on my lips 
left from imprints of your voice
lingering like wax

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