"singe" poems
Year after year
purity of fire
is challenged by evil,
appeased with offerings
A full moon looks on
as winds stoke embers,
flare flames
to a flickering dance
Right in the center
of crimson blaze
sits Holika,
Prahlad in her lap -
her arms a circle of heat
White sparks fly from her hair,
eyes smolder in fury;
her mouth ***** in air,
engulfs rice and wheat
Wood chars,
coconuts splinter,
flowers singe
smearing earth with ash.
Year after year
faith survives.
Holika burns to death.
By Unknown
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
Like a captive, I capture rapture wrapping around stakes that matter
Joan of Arc battered
Also tattered but, easily dismissive
Refracted from fractured prominent phrases people play with
Distinctly persuasive and evasive, dressed boyishly attractive, lax stature, dawning armor crafted by absence as if asked about it-
I’m drifted
Protection is principle prerequisite, when fire is lit
I sort of implore your aorta before it’s incinerated to ashes
Dethatched as a habit, with swords or hatchets crafted to singe heartstrings that attached it
While I slash slick Rick as a quick fix,
To fend for pretend pretenses or presumed tricks,
I can’t quit
Cause I hit lips against hash spliffs fashioned with dashes of passion all while rationing fireball cinnamon sips
Martyr to avoidance
I gaze at fabled dazed gossipers galvanizing grips on gritty grapevines while licking warning labels through smoke haze on blurred lines
Capably unstable
Other eyes attending scandal circles able to shout lies and rekindle handed arguments on tables with locked smiles stay boxed in
Avidly amiable
Searching for counterparts when combusted or branded
Toying with matches loses meaning when rules reseed
Those vagabonds claim love is some all end hard bent to mend what the same above can’t comprehend.
Breaking boredom, I pillage pillows with night terrors
And ardent arsonists yearn for flames that churn, turn, liquefy and learn learned thoughts and smoldered feelings
Completely complacent
Melting in one another they are completing each other like two candles tryst true at a wedding day
However later the blaze is severed, smoke sears, and charred black wick stands alone for them.
Aggressive and progressive.
As for me never pleading, fire forever fleets to streets between iron bars I built that cage in deep heat and seep dire dreams once desired
Suppose I’m a skeptic
Roasted or disconnected
Just jaded, just met you
Always over it too soon
Burnt but I’m amused.
I’m useful.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
We come before you Almighty God,
Policeman, Fireman and EMT
to say a prayer before we go
Our ways to each his own Duty
Together now we've come to pray
In case we forget to
During our busy day
The Policeman steps forth,
“Dear God above
Keep us save
and also those we love.
We pray for your unending favor
that we never need use
the rounds we chamber
Our Vests that we wear
for our own protection
please keep 'em bullet proof
and our safety never question”
The Fireman steps up, and then takes a knee
“Dear God above I need you now
I know you're always watching me
In the Fires of our Hell
or on the highway to there
Please keep us from hurt
and not singe a single hair
Give us the strength to lift a wall
or tenderness to pick up a tiny child
give us peace when others are losing it
and peace if the scene starts getting wild”
The EMT takes his stand
“God I guess it's my turn
Not really safety out there
or the protection from a burn
But rather Lord I need your help
let me make the right decision
on every patient that I care for
Their lives in my hands I've been given”
Then all Three stand together
with their heads all bowed low
Dear God above, to all of us
please your mercy would you endow
Keep us safe and bring us home
to our wives and our children
And each time a truck roles out
let it come back safely to it's building
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
Lay rest your flashing glaze of wishes
Down received for a moment
Breathy bow lifts to hold
and waver across few measures
Sienna and topaz
Sienna and topaz
Singe and simmer
Shine and glimmer against
All the thoughts born and dead
What makes you eager to rise
If it is not sensing gone away stories
or nursing the aches that lunge through anywhere else but here
While you replay and delay all creation
the blossoming goes unseen
She, the maiden is reigning
Une palais à remplir
Une palais à remplir
where she is her own queen
Her oceans made of no time channel open mouths
flooding its spill
She waded into The archer
Downed in his own vessel he mistook himself the pilot of
He, marooned in the surrender of damp and fertile places
where in Death he is still recovering
Soldiering and sullen
Soldiering and sullen
He is choking, and can not stop to see or savor the blossoms rising from his own till
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 9:03 PM UTC
i was weaving through lit-up boxes
with lollipops as joysticks.
i was following a fairy that left
a trail of violet pixie dust
behind her iridescent wings
and streams of what do you want to play?
i sensed the glare of a drunken owl's eyes
singe into my back as i traced letters
on the surface of a toy chest:
i'm sorry baby, it read,
yet he lowered his gun until it reached
just the tip of his wings
and he fired.
he fired life into the words i wrote,
life that made the words i wrote surround me,
suffocate me.
he was drunk on restless nights,
wanting to
f
e
e
l
love again.
love, love, lust, love;
does he even know the difference?
suddenly i felt the flat surface
of a blade stroking my back,
teasing me of my death.
are you having fun?
do you want to know what real fun is like?
his embrace stole innocence from my lungs
and the kisses he planted on my cheeks
burned holes into what was once a rosy pink,
into what was once of joyful skin.
you lost weight, he acknowledged with a smirk,
you look amazing.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
Streams and some remains,
Nothing soars around this vessel,
it feels just like blood stains;
reality is just a sick game.
Invisible particles of light
that reach their critical mass;
and suddenly explode outside.
(…and suddenly burst in my mind.)
Wander across barren wastelands,
Drifting throughout burning planets.
Come to me whatever you do,
Wherever you are, come with me.
I can see through an empty soul,
carving the black pits that singe inside;
blending the coldness of your foreign heart,
your trust in me can be my demise.
Stones raining from below,
darkness surrounds my scars;
the glasses of this artificial frigate are not bullet proof.
(…the windows of my ship are not ice-static proof.)
And remain in silence,
and forever believing,
that my love is against you
and my hate is loving you.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
The horizons ring me like *******
Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.
Touched by a match, they might warm me,
And their fine lines singe
The air to orange
Before the distances they pin evaporate,
Weighting the pale sky with a soldier color.
But they only dissolve and dissolve
Like a series of promises, as I step forward.
There is no life higher than the grasstops
Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind
Pours by like destiny, bending
Everything in one direction.
I can feel it trying
To funnel my heat away.
If I pay the roots of the heather
Too close attention, they will invite me
To whiten my bones among them.
The sheep know where they are,
Browsing in their ***** wool-clouds,
Gray as the weather.
The black slots of their pupils take me in.
It is like being mailed into space,
A thin, silly message.
They stand about in grandmotherly disguise,
All wig curls and yellow teeth
And hard, marbly baas.
I come to wheel ruts, and water
Limpid as the solitudes
That flee through my fingers.
Hollow doorsteps go from grass to grass;
Lintel and sill have unhinged themselves.
Of people and the air only
Remembers a few odd syllables.
It rehearses them moaningly:
Black stone, black stone.
The sky leans on me, me, the one upright
Among all horizontals.
The grass is beating its head distractedly.
It is too delicate
For a life in such company;
Darkness terrifies it.
Now, in valleys narrow
And black as purses, the house lights
Gleam like small change.
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They tell me I can do anything.
Looking down the throat of a challenge.
Hanging on to the coat tails of life by the fringe,
above a fire that is trying to singe...
...Who I am
My Identity
Targeted by
a self created entity.
To bring me down...
...Below my potential
to see what is essential
through consequential actions.
I AM A MAN!
no matter my wingspan... I CANNOT FLY!
And those childhood encouragements are a lie.
But through accomplishing what I am capable
I find that my boundaries are escapable.
I'm not shooting for the stars,
or looting and ending up behind bars,
but I am me, myself,
doing what I can so I'm not rotting on a shelf.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 6:17 PM UTC
The horizons ring me like *******
Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.
Touched by a match, they might warm me,
And their fine lines singe
The air to orange
Before the distances they pin evaporate,
Weighting the pale sky with a soldier color.
But they only dissolve and dissolve
Like a series of promises, as I step forward.
There is no life higher than the grasstops
Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind
Pours by like destiny, bending
Everything in one direction.
I can feel it trying
To funnel my heat away.
If I pay the roots of the heather
Too close attention, they will invite me
To whiten my bones among them.
The sheep know where they are,
Browsing in their ***** wool-clouds,
Gray as the weather.
The black slots of their pupils take me in.
It is like being mailed into space,
A thin, silly message.
They stand about in grandmotherly disguise,
All wig curls and yellow teeth
And hard, marbly baas.
I come to wheel ruts, and water
Limpid as the solitudes
That flee through my fingers.
Hollow doorsteps go from grass to grass;
Lintel and sill have unhinged themselves.
Of people and the air only
Remembers a few odd syllables.
It rehearses them moaningly:
Black stone, black stone.
The sky leans on me, me, the one upright
Among all horizontals.
The grass is beating its head distractedly.
It is too delicate
For a life in such company;
Darkness terrifies it.
Now, in valleys narrow
And black as purses, the house lights
Gleam like small change.
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So you've decided to cut your losses
leave here before it gets any more complicated
and you know I won't stand in your way
love should be voluntary
not a war,
not something I should have to earn
not something I should have to win.
So before you leave,
before you stumble out that door
won't you say something hurtful
make it sting to the core
say something that will singe
and leave a mark on my heart.
Because one day
should melancholy
unexpectedly
breathe life to your memory
I don't want to regret
the ghost of someone
who was gone too soon
like breath
lost on the windowpane of my soul.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
I thought to see your name on my screen
I thought to hear your voice
I thought seeing you would mean
My feelings would rejoice
But seeing your name only made me cringe
Hearing your voice made me grind my teeth
Seeing your face made me want to singe
And I got to see whats really underneath
But I thank you, I do
Mr. "I still love you"
For the assurance you granted for me to know
That without your approval, I can still be whole
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Breathe the silk impression of this skin pressed into you,
Infuse my dreams with reality.......rose
Strip me, one sense at a time;
Touch me...
Touch me...mould me into your open arms...
Paint me with the trail of your tongue....
I will dance for you,
Slow
Body sways, that beg you heed
My hips whisper of fiery petals, leading you
To temptation's gate...
A savoured decadence,
Your shape shadowing mine,
Lowering into my waiting arms
Skin upon skin...
Run the tip of your tongue along my spine
Ride my pulse higher,
Wash over me
Leave me wet and wanting
And I will devour you with my hungry mouth...
My probing tongue,
Surface scanning your skin,
Delicious...
I will sink beneath your hidden desires
My playground, here inside your sighs...
Envelope my breathy willingness,
Awaken to your addiction in devils thighs...
Sip my liquid gift
And know, I burn....
I burn for you....
My soft glisten, a pout upon swayed surrender,
Melted beneath a ride of skin,
Craving....craving always the singe that
Trembles these silky strands...
Your electric essence,
Painted red... mind hungry,
Where eyegasms impregnate the heart of this woman.................rose
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
This atmosphere lacks a certain kind of beauty
It's all too low, it must rise to the sky
The night is much too dark for me
I will ignite the fire, I'll bring the light
The sky is too blue, I'll turn it charcoal
The streets, they're far too serene, I'll make them sizzle
The people, too quiet, they'll soon be scorching with pain
The alley is dark, I'll make it flashing white
The wind is too calm, the ashes shall flutter in no time
My skin, too smooth, I'll singe it till it's rough
I'll burn this city down until the residue means something to you.
I'll make it all disappear
They'll all finally hear
They'll celebrate today, every year
The day I saved us from here.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
*Hot surge
In our bellies
we dipped from
cherried shores
Tongues raw
from the singe
of hunger
We paused between
each satiated strum
Our sighs melted
between each breath
We bit into the
veins of
Our longing
And died
dripping from
our mouths*
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
The Shadow that was there but a Moment ago, Seems to have Moved a BIT and now is Shining Aglow. Why does the Shadow have such a SHARP,CRISP EDGE?? Is the light Behind it so great? The Laughter I hear when the Shadow Moves, I find NO sense of Humor in That Delight! I was only Searching for the Source of the light,, You KNOW, Like finding the "Pot-Of-Gold" at the end of the rainbow. To my Surprise,,,,,When I did find the source of such a strange light, A Visitor by the name of "GRIMSTER" stepped upon my toes, Pushed Me from behind, Laid a Trip-Wire in MY PATH, Broke every bulb Lighting The WAY, Threw hundreds of Slippery marbles right at My Feet, and all the while Demanding;;; "I'll stop if ONLY you'll Claim me as Master!" AS HE Tossed a bail of barbed Wire at my body!! MY Retort cane from Deeep Within,; "NEVER*Grimster I Proclaimed"!! "What you offer is but a Facade, Reality rests in the PATHS that I've chosen!" THEN,,"Grimster" Turned UP the power of the Light, The HEAT of which was beginning to Singe and Burn the Back of MY Neck.. I PICKED-UP a handful of the Marbles, AND as HARD AS I COULD THROW ,,,, I Aimed them at the Center of the Light!!_____The Quiet pause overwhelmed me! THEN, AS A NEW kind of Bright Light FILLED my view. I observed, There were"NO" Shadows and a Whispering MUSE of a Voice, right in my ear, as in Melodic Words ,,,,"PROCLAIMED TO ME three (3) TIMES!! "GRIMSTER" has left for "EASIER-PREY"
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 3:54 AM UTC
Ricky May singe at Jupiter Moon, the after life
You see I was a Maori, who suffered a heart attack
It was because I ate too much food, and I felt like ****
But then I found this place up here in the solar system
And everyone was cheering me on, as if I was really known
You ser I stopped to ask the crown, how do you know me
This was something that really puzzled me
But then I looked around and saw John Lennon
And Adam Walsh,and I said to him, it was terrible what they did to you
And I walked around and I spoke to this man
And he told me he was a victim of a car accident
I asked him, how he survived and he said back
I didn't and then he took me by the hand, and said to me
Noone on earth can see us now, cause now we are in the afterlife
You see my heart left my body quick
And I wanted that heart to stay
You see I ain't ready to go, there are so many games I like to play
So some people said, play with us, we are playing Rugby League or Union
And then after that we had a BBQ
Where the coach bought out some methane
And I had some, and I thanked him
Yes, I felt good about being in the afterlife
You see I am living in a cave in Jupiter
Where we can view earth. Through the eyes of our earth bodies, oh yeah we can
And I see my family in New Zealand, and see them doing so very fine
It made me unhappy till Graham Kennedy said
Life is not so bad up here, you should know that
Because, have been up here longer than me, in the afterlife
Just rock the afterlife till it stops, oh yeah
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
I admire you.
The honesty, the purity
The seconds of happiness
The moments of passion
How does this moment last forever?
Without secrecy...but the same intimacy.
How does one feel?
How should we react?
What is right doesnt mean it will lead to happiness.
What is wrong doesnt mean its worth loosing what is.
But how do we know?
We dont.
Its all risks. A risk worth taking?
A risk worth fighting for?
Whatevere it was...
All it took was a single spark.
All it takes is a singe spark.
A single spark that set ablaze not just the heart.
A spark felt throught.
It never felt so good to be on fire.
But how does a spark end?
Pour water on it?
No. Not this kind of spark.
This is one that merges.
Before it dies out,
It catches fire with someone elses spark.
Fight fire with fire.
And all you get is a bigger fire.
Could the flames burn for eternity?
Die out in a day?
But, how did the spark catch on this much?
Whats so special?
Sirens preserve theirs under the moonlight.
Where the smoke creates the plantes.
The planets then orbit the earth.
Fall down and blaze up the fire again.
The Sparrow is a little more chaotic and less poetic.
She lights up her home, but she keeps adding the twigs.
Does she destroyed her own home?
Or has she created a weapon?
All it takes is a single spark,
To start a fire, a revolution, a war
And the most important thing of all.
To start the shimmerin your eye.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
Raindrops falling as we walk
Pitter pat, on the umbrella we share
Fingers intertwined,
The crisp air flows over our skin
As we walk in lock-step.
We splash in the puddles
Left behind from the dips
The leaves sticking to our boots
As we search for a soft dry place
To spread our coats
Under the boughs of a pine
Feeling the crunch of the needles
As I lay you down
Our lips meet
Cool from the weather
Warm tongues chase away the cold
As a fire is lit
It burns. Slow, and hot.
Out here, it melts everything away
Skin exposed, it knows no chill
As mouth and hands keep warm
Wet and salt we crave
The fire burning hotter
Our legs woven together
As the warmth fill us both
We near the spark
Touching the flame
Feeling its sting
Tasting its warmth on our lips
Fire consumes us
Burning within the depths
Ablaze with passion
No longer contained
Wildfire dances within us
Billows blow
Flames fanned
flashpoint
Dwindling, we breathe
Smelling the singe, fall together
Skin steaming
Aching from the burn
Pitter pat, the leaves remind us
The flames die down
Arms like coils release
To adorn the robes we wore
Fingers entangle again
Lips warm, bodies embrace
Water drops cool on our heads
Eyes sparkling at one another
Onto the trail
Our alter fire diminished
We slowly walk away
A spark burning within her
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Buzzing emerald jungle swoons—
hip kitty soul eyes embrace the red wanderer.
It’s a tactical chess game,
both aware of the other’s presence.
Nebulous black perched in shadows,
desert red fool skips like a rock.
when eyes eclipse each other
an electric hummmmmmm buzzes
as their hearts start glowing like a peridot ember
the wind whizzes and twists
through their perfect curly hirsute
rushing luscious aurora energy pulsing
to and fro like giddy hearts exchanging notes in class…
Their blurry bodies bound forward
fox scorching ground while panther burns branches
lightning leg movements paws calls thunder
sun red hot fuzz lunges up
midnight cool moon goddess panther slams down
colors collide and crash and cling and clap
spines ignited in tye-dye holographic rainbows
their claws singe each other’s skin
their eyes swirl black holes
holy howls and breath coalesce
as one love
as one sight,
all encompassing
mythical tail told to all
through campfire gypsies and artists canvas
panting the dancing fox and panther
the bhavacakka.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
In a misguided attempt to escape you
I fled to Nietzsche.
Weak
Inconstant
They are cats and birds
At best, cows,
he mocked.
I don't know about that
But I've never stolen glances at a cow
And felt my heart turn to ash
At the gentle devastation of its beauty
While praying that the mild curry in my mouth
Somehow shrivel up my tongue
And singe off the unspoken entreaties simmering within.
(And my affection for cows
Extends only to veal cutlets)
Today
Nietzsche and curry failed me
Tonight
It'll be the familiar embrace of alcohol
Until you fly back to Beijing.
After which
Are other substances and their derivatives
To deal with the fallout
Your transient smile
Wrought on my worn soul.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
Inhale and it hurts to breathe
Stale air burns like cigarettes
It doesn't get better when you leave
Inhale ashes as regrets
Chorus:
You're my Marlboro man
I'll buy you another pack
To dry your tar black core
Your secondhand smoke
Signals a heart attack
It's just so **** hard for me to be
The one thing that you need
I'm your gas station queen
I'll do anything you please
Baby, you're my nicotine dream
Warm words singe my tongue
I wash my mouth out with green Colgate
Battling this addiction can't be won
Bitter and sharp, it's a taste I hate
Chorus:
You're my Marlboro man
I'll buy you another pack
To dry your tar black core
Your secondhand smoke
Signals a heart attack
It's just so **** hard for me to be
The one thing that you need
I'm your gas station queen
I'll do anything you please
Baby, you're my nicotine dream
Hair covered with soot and spark
It was your plan to break me down in parts
Crimson flames burn in the dark
It was your plan to intoxicate me from the start
Chorus:
You're my Marlboro man
I'll buy you another pack
To dry your tar black core
Your secondhand smoke
Signals a heart attack
It's just so **** hard for me to be
The one thing that you need
I'm your gas station queen
I'll do anything you please
Baby, you're my nicotine dream
Light up your last drag
I'm the best you'll ever have (x2)
Inhale and it hurts to breathe
Stale air burns like cigarettes
It never gets better when you leave
Inhale ashes as regrets
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
We have romanticized the idea
of a large ceramic bowl
an area
to potentially suffocate
lay until water drops body temperature
sticky humidity
is this sweat or water
cinnamon scented
and flavored
snafu: flames
singe my nostrils with your desserts
naked
and vulnerable
but completely content
I am stewing
in ceramic bowls
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC