The Forest Fire
The fire burns yet again
A forest slowly dies
Animals run and flee for the lives
And men try to protect their homes
A place so unknown
Looking through the glass
It is as if I'm there
I smell, and taste of the smoke in the air
Blacken skies billow above sun rise
Water pours from hoses so long
For if only they can get control of it before it is all gone
So disheartening.
The absolute devastation one of natures most beautiful creations.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Animals
I know what I need I need you
I cant see nothin else all I can see is you
I dont care what they say about my state of mind
I know whats good for me and you are just my kind
We are animals we are animals we are animals we are animals
I know what I want I want you
Shed your cloths forget your codes
You know this is nothing new
I smell your scent I taste your sweat
I feel this passion too
Lets trust our senses not our minds
Lets break all the rules
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
Come with me run with me leave this world behind
Come to me come with me I know that we will find
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
(m.charlton)
Copyright 1989 elgin music
song performed by by Nazareth
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Wild Forest Flower
Rough around the edges but a tender center
This is my wild forest flower
Short and slender with long flowing blonde hair
This is my wild forest flower
A loving heart that goes beyond what I can see
This is my wild forest flower
I want to hold my flower in my hands
Wondering why she holds back and refuses to stand
I water it every now and then to watch it grow
But it takes too long because it’s a little slow
So I wait patiently for the flower to begin to rise
Even though I can still hear the weeping willows cries
Firm and hard headed but with a loving touch
This is my wild forest flower
Always hiding and always scared like a little child
This is my wild forest flower
The only one im willing to be with anymore
This is my wild forest flower
A darkened hush rises in the sky above my flower
The roots slowly exposing themselves out of fear
A forest fire begins in the distance soon to consume it
The fire rages ready to consume the small thing in power
This little bitty flower that I love and hold so dear
but I laugh because I know how this fire got lit
poem by Branden Aeling
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Fire Burns! Fire Burns!
If you like you can enquire
There are rings of fire
There are hearts on fire
There are desert, grass and bush fires
Burning with a red hot rage on a different stage
They burn and mature that one can only admire
O! Fire O! Fire
My heart is on fire
Inside my soul a little flame has transpired
Have my words mis-fired while I speak of fire?
Fire burns like a scorching red-hot sun
And when fire burns its impact is sometimes no fun
Fire burns! Fire burns!
People die, people cry, people sigh
Fire run, run and run
Let's take turns to run before we turn into a bun
When you play with fire your hands will burn
When you lay with fire, heads will surely turn
Fire burns! Fire burns!
A hand pulls a gun and fires
A man goes to work and gets fired
And while I tire, I ask myself am I a liar?
For I speak of the uncontrollable forest fires
That cannot be announced by any town crier
A little spark
A brittle panic attack
A burning flame
A red-hot blaze
In seconds fire can take out an entire space
Fire burns! Fire burns!
And while the fire transpires
I can see the fire in your eyes
A hot passionate desire that flies and flies
And the fire burns and burns
Run, run and run for heads will turn
And the heat will rise like the scorching sun
Fire burns! Fire burns!
I ask silently for a ceasefire
For fire only ignites to inspire more misery
And out of that misery are born some high fliers
Run, run and run for heads will turn
And whatever burns can never be undone
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Blind Love
Blind Love —
Love does not come out cordially is not origin from mind
Like way farer of unknown path love proceeds slowly is blind
Sorrow of mind can easily forget but sorrow of love ended never
Love is blind - useless affection burns more than fire
Love like fire by its smoke cause cry then agonize
Blind love is like spider's web from which impossible to get release
Love is as white ant dies after growing wings - love is blind.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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Devil Music
They called him 'master'...
When he came.
To take them from the comfort of their homes.
Stripped of treasures,
And their names.
With nothing they could say,
And silent broken hope!
Forced to worship,
Strange deities.
And folks who treated them
Like they were beasts.
Some tried to flee,
The increasing heat.
But many found themselves soon in defeat.
The blazing burned their feet.
And the ones who ran were chased like enemies.
This fire...
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
Desired this fire.
To burn, burn, burn
Out of control!
Morning, noon and night
They'd call him devil.
And sang the music to him that he loved.
They would dance.
And together clap their hands.
This devil music kept them in a hold!
Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Yes this fire,
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
I said the fire...
It still keeps burning!
And it's blazing in a rage,
That's out of control!
The spreading flame...
Became higher.
So high it fixed in young minds,
Sold by the old!
Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burrrrrnin...
Out of contrrroooool.
'ssssyesssss...
Children! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fire and Water
Fire and water.
Fire and water, closer than we think.
We always think of fire
The destroyer, the demolisher.
We always think water
The life-bringer, the rebuilder
But, what about flash floods?
Rushing, raging taking all.
What about forest fires?
Spreading nutrients,
And maintaining habitats?
Also, without fire there is no passion
No love, no drive
But, without water no serenity,
no restraint, or peace
we need to keep balance in our lives
fire and water duality
kindness in our hearts
passion in our work
Fire and water.
poem by Matt Daffern
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Fire By Night, Smoke By Day
It's fire by night and smoke by day
As we lay in our beds just thinking away
We wake in the morning to do what they say
It's fire by night and it's smoke by day
The sun starts to rise and the birds start to sing
We worry about what to do, what to wear and what to bring
We make a to-do list filled with everything
Just like the summer, the winter, the fall and the spring
Fire by night, smoke by day
There's nothing left to blow it away
Our day carries on as we're stuck to the clock
A slave to the ways of the tic and the toc
We carry a key but there isn't a lock
Trying to discover what is already lost
Fire by night, smoke by day
There's nothing left to blow it away
We wait for the water to wash it away
It's fire by night, smoke by day
Our thoughts start to wander as night settles in
Engaged in a fight we're not ready to win
As we wait for a new tomorrow to begin
The fire starts burning all over again
Fire by night, smoke by day
There's nothing left to blow it away
We wait for the water to wash it away
It's fire by night, smoke by day
poem by Navillus Tam
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(War Poem) Blacken Skies
Focus now.
looking out the window.
Close you eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Time for change.
Time to be rearranged.
The falsification of fame.
The justification to blame.
Stuck like a mental block.
Focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Time for the strange.
Time to become deranged.
The melody always the same.
A reality so far from plain.
An alternate way of thinking.
In and out of the box.
Never gonna stop.
Forever reawakening.
This time, this way,
i will pray, i will focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Time to take cover under the darkness of a fog of war.
Time to follow your fellow brother once more.
Lead us out of flame.
Destroy that which get in our way all the same.
Cry not for the fallen.
They have their place as do we.
Keep going show us the way
and we will proceed.
Strength will be needed for the bodies
we shall be hauling.
Focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
No time to ask why.
No time to worry about if your gonna die.
Vengeance always on the mind.
A gun broken and that's fine.
It did its job.
Shot all the bullets with pinpoint accuracy.
Now we must pick up and go.
Because the man upstairs said so.
So focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Just focus, just focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Lets bring, lets bring,
lets bring down the blacken skies.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Everyone's Tasting Fire
Catching fire in my throat
As I leave this place
The bitter taste of it stings my words
But then everyone’s tasting fire
And higher
And higher we go
We learn as we go
The bitter taste of it stings our words
Everyone’s tasting fire
And higher
And higher we go
We learn as we go
The bitter taste of it stings our words
Everyone’s tasting fire
And there’s no sympathy
Cause we’re all
In the same place
Same place
Everyone’s tasting fire
And higher
And higher we go
We learn as we go
Everyone’s tasting fire
No water
Coming to save our lives
Like it was
Almost perfect
Before
Everyone’s tasting fire
And higher
And higher we go
We learn as we go
Everyone was tasting fire
And higher
And higher we went
We learned as we went
That everyone’s tasting fire
And higher
And higher we go
We learn as we go
But if everyone’s tasting fire
Then who’s gonna get the water?
Everyone’s tasting fire
And higher
Who’s gonna get the water?
Everyone’s tasting fire
And higher
And higher
And everyone’s tasting fire
But if everyone’s tasting fire
Then who’s gonna get the water?
In The Market Of Ideas...
in the market there are good apples,
luscious ones and we buy them and we do not regret
the money that we part with,
there are rotten ones, who buys them must be fools
ditto with our creations,
we think what we make are the best
in the market of ideas
we rely on the proof of the goodness when others begin to buy
what we display
we think they are best
but look at the flies, look at the the emptiness of the market place
smell the stink,
then we decide not to display at all
we keep what we make as our own
after all, it is ours, and we protect them in our homes
not for sale
but for domestic consumption
we do not wish to compete
we are home now and then we are happier this way.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sitting
The Water
Disguised as mirrored glass
Reflected mother natures lash
She winked at me
A sweet soliloquy…
A red winged flash
And a call of love
From tree top to moss covered branch
Cattails doing the cattail sway
Or just standing still as if to say
That you
Yes you are beautiful too
Where life goes on
And death goes only as far as rebirth
To rise again through fertile earth
We of the paved street
And walls of concrete
We of the busy lives
Where we seldom look to see the sunrise
Could do well
To sit, and watch, and listen
To the magic of her spell.
poem by Chance Foreman
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What We See As...
What we see as nouns
are verbs to God…
see the water in this glass –
clear and still;
taste the water in this glass –
its sweet taste with no taste..
watch the Spring rain;
smell the earth give thanks
see the washing blowing on the line
smelling happy to be clean
see the mighty river, fierce
to reach the sea
watch the evening sea-fog roll in over the bay;
see the city washed afresh in the morning sun;
look up to the glorious theatre of clouds,
obeying water’s laws for all to watch;
know what mercy is; how it descends – appears,
as the gentle rain from heaven within;
what we see as nouns
are verbs to God
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Seventeen
we shall start being true
to ourselves like how the world
started
in light, we shall start being true
to others
that give us light too,
words and actions
all true
all so beautiful to touch and hear
and too beautiful
to our smell
and so good to our sight
our eyes too
so beautiful
how we look at ourselves
inside us
then when all these are gathered together
like some firewood and leaves and
cinders
we shall burn
we have fire
we have smoke to offer to the skies
then as we inhale and exhale the last fires
within us
we shall begin again from the beginning
we are not ready to write everything
every detail
of that fire that kept us burning
in our hearts that keep on loving
soon they will
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And Then We Shall Write The Truth
we shall start being true
to ourselves like how the world
started
in light, we shall start being true
to others
that give us light too,
words and actions
all true
all so beautiful to touch and hear
and too beautiful
to our smell
and so good to our sight
our eyes too
so beautiful
how we look at ourselves
inside us
then when all these are gathered together
like some firewood and leaves and
cinders
we shall burn
we have fire
we have smoke to offer to the skies
then as we inhale and exhale the last fires
within us
we shall begin again from the beginning
we are not ready to write everything
every detail
of that fire that kept us burning
in our hearts that keep on loving
soon they will
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Smoke On The Water
We all came out to montreux
On the lake geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didnt have much time
Frank zappa and the mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
We ended up at the grand hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know well never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
song performed by by Deep Purple
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hell's Hungry Quire
Rush into the fire
as it rages higher
hear the building burn
hells own hungry quire
heat beyond belief
causing frantic grief
smoke makes you blind
flames above and beneath
everyone runs to hide
but you charge inside
despite all the risk
you wont be denied
peoples lives are at stake
weak walls burn and shake
not just your job, but your vow
lives this fire shall not take
fight against the fire
its situation dire
the hoses make it learn
youve denied hells hungry quire
***In dedication to all those brave fire fighters out there.***
poem by Spooky Mind
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As Rain
Drops of water,
Distilled from the mist as rain;
Which drops down from the clouds and pours on us,
But listen attentively to the muse of my love.
The verdict,
And of the great cloud of smoke!
The pillow, the willow, the billow;
But stand up and prepare yourself like a man! !
For the end is now at hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Poet's Epitaph
i see the lights of a far distant shore.
i hear the moan of thundered skies.
i smell the perfume of rain not fallen.
i taste the lips of earth, and of trees.
i see the fire in cold artic winters.
i hear the words the wind desires.
i smell the scent of passion held back.
i taste the blood of coming death.
i see the dawn of the blackened cave.
i hear the weeping of mountains still.
i smell the coffin, and shovelled dirt.
i taste the spirit set free in flight!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dragon In My Soul
Fire,
It burns in all of us,
It burns deep in my soul,
I fell it when I'm told no,
Fire,
or you would not under stand,
That you are to young,
Flame brakes,
out like wild fire,
I look at the world in away that most adults are blind to,
I sit in my corner,
day,
night,
hoping.
Hoping that I will be free,
free from my age,
Cinders start to flame,
I look at the earth,
poisoned,
Fire,
poisoned by the adults,
Fire,
The government is a place that the idiots go,
Fire,
to control us,
Fire burns deep,
They make bad decisions,
Fire
Pass laws that make no sense,
Fire
but we have to listen,
Fire
we have to do,
Then the fire burns,
My soul is ablaze,
Anger,
Hate,
Sadness,
Fire,
I understand what you are saying,
That's why I argue,
Fire,
louder,
Fire,
Until I am yelling,
Until the fire is flaming out of my mouth,
Coming from my lungs,
My soul is on fire,
Anger,
hate,
sadness,
poem by Shadrach Knight
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Beyond Sadness
I will never see in which you believe, my dragon with the broken heart, consists of painfull drops, ten thousand to the tears - I am a target, to the enemy which is unknown, i can never close a deal to deck the bargain, made by an underworld at peace - The pain which burns beneath my heart, nailed by arrows, derailed by the hammer, pulled from my chest - I am wounded beyond the sadness that clocks the sand to my time, i will rise with the clouds into the sky - I grew angry, i blamed the world, sadly, i am the flame which simulates the burn to my fire - I am so close to be far behind, i begin at the end, i move straight through all my bends - The only obstacle is the voice in my head, ensuring me that death does not mean i will be dead - Die i will so Decay may rise - Fury to fulfill the black smoke in the skies
poem by Unic Cjonr
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