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I S A A C Feb 2022
Your smokey voice adding a layer of fog
To all my thoughts, make my heart jump like a frog
For all it counts I be there when it counts
Every second and hour on the clock
Your words slip out of your mouth like a waterfall and I am parched
The conjunction of our energy is wonderful and I offer my heart
Clinging to optimism because I often fall and cannot be ripped apart
Kurt Carman Jul 2018
NINETEEN

We walk together through scorched ravines.
Cutting paths through ashen yellowed undergrowth.
Beads of perspiration, our faces flushed,
The gusting wind embraces us as if to hold us back from completing our objective.

Six minutes of Safety our mission, premise clear,
We attack the fire with grit & opposing force.
Smoldering vegetation extinguished beneath our feet
And a Jack Rabbit makes his move to escape the approaching flames.

And in the distance, the Demon ‘Fire’ & his accomplice ‘shifting winds’ plan their conspiracy,
They look down upon there victims with malicious contempt.
Hands clenched as if to enjoy their fatal actions….
And with swift exploit they entrap the men.

As the men peer through the flames they see Angels on the Horizon.
And they arrive to carry off their heroes to paradise.
Making their way through the Milky Way……. past Jupiter & Mars,
Bound for a place called “The New Jerusalem”.

A welcoming carpet of stars marks their arrival and the Son shone bright!
And as they approach the city, their smiling faces are welcomed by oceans of loved ones & friends afar.
No more tears, no more pain, no more worries…only happiness abounds
Because the hotshots from Granite Mountain have arrived home, safe and sound.

-Kurt Carman 2013
5 Years ago yesterday the wild land fire on Granite Mountain in Yarnell Az took 19 souls.
Sammy Durrant Sep 2016
93.
I love when you share facts about the wild life of the Yard
Understanding the world
that is surrounding me
Distinct codes in things
Former-future references
It feels like it's gonna rain, the bedroom light makes me feel
Did you see me smoking *** in the court
Smoking love out my eyes
The large trees keep the wind in them
Top dancing waves being pulled
I am worried by how much i don't breathe or how soft I feel
Salsabila Farah Jul 2016
I am a disaster
Smokey eyes and dark lipstick
With a choker around my neck
I was choked all night

The panic attacks
The disappointment
The sadness
It just bursts
Into an uncontrollably cries

Maybe it’s the darkness
Maybe it’s the choker
Or maybe,
It’s just how I am

-s.f
you can find more poems on my instagram : @worddevotee
Mark Parker Apr 2016
Even Smokey the bear influence
couldn't save us from this forest fire.
Oil and fire will soon be mingled
with human anxiety and distress.
Saving Earth is like smacking a child repeatedly. The human race as a whole is so young after all. Despite this, I do not condone child abuse. I just find it hilarious that as a group we can't find a better power source.
jeffrey conyers May 2015
No more sadness
No more blues
I'm trying to assist her in forgetting about you.

Oh, when I took your place.
I tried to erase you from her imagination.
Yes, when I took your place.
I trying to erase all the bad things you have done.

Cause while with her
I never hear good things you ever done with her.

And from my perspective.
She's a good woman.

So when she mention you.
I try to erase all the harm you ever done.

No more frowns.
Or unhappiness
I just want her to know you simply not worth it.

Cause my my view.
She's a great lady.

So when I took your place.
I try to erase you from her imagination.

By giving hope.
By giving her support.
By giving her my love.
I hope she will cherish more.

There are many foolish men in existence.
Who use and abuses good women?
For no apparent reason.
This was crafted as if Smokey Robinson had wrote it.
Beth Richter Dec 2014
And as you so lightly traced my skin,
All I felt was your longing for the flame that once so relentlessly licked your fingers.
That passion that had ignited your lust,
was now smokey embers of a dying fire too damp to ever be relit.

— The End —