Matchstick
Billowing black smoke, tinged with yellow.
Fiery crimson on a skeleton ridge set aglow.
Showers of flames explode, as the eucalypti fuel
This raging infernio - this catalyst that changes its world.
It removes the old, and replaces it with new.
A new world where things grow anew.
It removes the past's misfortunes and errors
Gives a new tomorrow, a chance for a new millennia.
So big, so vast. Those who would put it out, can't come near
For nothing is quite as dangerous as fear.
Even if they do, it would take an ocean, to quell this beast.
To extinguish such a fire manually, tis an impossible feat.
So powerful, so invincible, yet from small doth this thing grow.
It all starts with just a little match, yet behold.
Finite and weak. So underestimated and ignored.
A matchstick. We don't even think about it, it's so small,
Yet it possesses the power to change things like never before.
It can change the world to something we never saw.
True, many matches burn out. Some never even catch fire.
But ever so often, just now and then. Every once in a while:
A little matchstick sets of an unstoppable fire.
Just a twig, with a little phosphorus. A little nothing.
But give it a little strike, and it becomes a big something.
To start a bushfire, tis all you'll ever need:
A little matchstick.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Pictures Of Matchstick Men
Oh
Ah
Oh
Ah
When I look up to the sky
I see your eyes in a funny kind of yellow
I rush to bed I soak my head
I see your face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning tossed and yawning
I see your face come peeping through my window
Oh no
Oh
Ah
Oh
Ah
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and...you
Oh
Ah
Oh
Ah
Windows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction
Gone
Yeah they're gone
When will this haunting stop
Your face just won't leave me alone
Oh no
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you
Oh you're in the sky
You're with this guy
You make men cry, you lie
Pictures of matchstick men (x6)
I can see those matchstick men (x6)
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Diamond In The Dark
diamonds in the dark,
lacks all the worth that they inhert have,
a matchstick in ones hand,
priceless commodity to i trapped out there in the cold,
diamonds in the dark,
is what we have become if we have no one in our heart,
we are all full if love,
but what is it if we cant share it out,
a matchstick is at hand,
a slight light from it makes the diamond come to life,
sometimes what we need is a spark,
a small neglected action that makes everything worth,
the diamond when at hand,
in the dark you cant see the beauty that it has,
with a flash of a match,
we see its spendor and its beauty is spread out,
we need the matchstick when we are out,
brings warmth to a lifeless body to cope,
priceless in our hand,
a life giver a worth giver we always tend to ignore,
diamonds in the dark,
a loud cry for help in a room of dumbs,
diamonds in the dark,
fine painting to a class of blind,
what we want in life,
the small things that gives life its worth
poem by Kennedy Musyoka
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Dancing with the flames
Dancing with the flames
a fiery gypsy’s dance –
Fire in our hearts, fire in the trees,
fire on the sky…
Touched with fire
we want to catch the flames....
Dancing with the flames
we feel the rainbow fire,
we feel the fire’s warmth,
we see the fiery lady
dancing with the gypsys
so magical, so dangerous…
We feel the breath of fire’s world,
we feel the spirit of the fire,
we hear the rhapsody
of the fire’s wild flames…
poem by KrystynaMaria Postawa
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The Bush Fire
Let's have a tiny little bush fire.
It's a cold, cold night tonight.
We are sick of this long session
Of the darkness of depression.
And a fire would make things bright.
Just a teeny, weeny little bushfire;
It's easily controlled.
We can sit around and watch it;
If it spreads we'll simply scotch it.
But we must keep out the cold.
Oh, let's have the smallest little bush fire;
It's a fair thing in this storm.
There are plenty here to fight it,
So just strike a match and light it. . . .
Ah! Now we'll all get warm.
Hey! Watch there! The blooming thing is spreading!
Don't let it catch those trees!
Now that clump of scrub has caught it!
Well who ever would have thought it?
There's a change, too, in the breeze.
It was only just a tiny little bushfire,
But it's leaping, roaring now
And we can't hope to defeat it,
Better grab your traps and beat it
For we must get out somehow.
It was only just a harmless little bushfire
But, gosh! How it did burn!
Now the old homestead is blazing.
Well it's certainly amazing;
But a man must live and learn.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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When Will Things Change
the world is unworthy and things countine to be dirty when will things change. when the world is full of mess and people just countine to strees, when will things change. when the streets are some of our homes never knowing why were alone, when will the world change. people cry at night just to give up a fight, when will things change. when you need to cry and you need someone 'why' when will things change.
when the world is sour and people have way to much power, when will things change. crying about the past, the things that never last. when will things change. when the world around you is cold, and shared feelings never seem to bold when will things change. when the world comes at you fast and ever part of your stress continues to last. when will things change.
poem by Katie Patterson
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Art of Fire
Whether big, whether small
Whether tamed, whether monster
Whether damned, whether adored
Fire is always attracting
Whether solid, whether liquid
In the summer, in the winter
Whether friend, whether foe
Fire always born to burn
Match sparks, gas bursts
Hot springs vacation, sun bath holiday
Inside earth, the shear of space
Fire never truly dies
The light, the smoke
Training patience, teaching alertness
You must learn or left in ash
Fire is master of survival
The spirit, the god
Breath and move, eat and grow
The desire, the anger
Fire is enigmatic thing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Fire In Cairo
Slowly fading blue
The eastern hollows catch
The dying sun
Night-time follows
Silence and black
Mirror pool mirrors
The lonely place
Where i meet you
See your head
In the fading light
And through the dark
Your eyes shine bright
And burn
Like fire
Burn like fire in cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like fire in cairo
Shifting crimson veil
Silken hips slide
Under my hand
Swollen lips whisper
My name
And i yearn
You take me in your arms
And start to burn
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
Then the heat disappears
And the mirage
Fades away
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
F-i-r-e-i-n-c-a-i-r-o
Burn like a fire in cairo
Burn like a
Fire
Blaze like a fire in cairo
Blaze like a
Fire
Flare
Burn like fire
Burn like
Fire in cairo
song performed by by Cure
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Forever
Slowly fading blue
The eastern hollows catch
The dying sun
Night time follows
Silent and black
Mirror pool mirrors
The lonely place
Where I meet you
See your head
In the fading light
And through the dark
Your eyes shine bright
And burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Shifting crimson veil
Silken hips slide
Under my hand
Swollen lips whisper my name
And I yearn
You take me in your arms
And start to burn
F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O
Then the heat disappears
And the mirage
Fades away...
F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O
Burn like a fire in Cairo
Burn like a fire
Blaze like a fire in Cairo
Blaze like a fire
Flare with a wonderful light
Like a fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like
Fire in Cairo
song performed by by Cure
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Small World
Children seem to have no choice
The children have got no voice
Theyre merely living to grow old
Letting their days unfold
And its time that you and i
Realised that by and by
These children grow up into men
It is clear what we must do
What the lord has told us to
Give our brothers a chance
To be born again
Its a small world, a small world
When you see it through
A pair of haitian eyes
Its a small world, a small world
When the dreams you dream
Melt into haitian skies
Its just not good enough to say
That the troubles too far away
Cos the little that you need to give
Could help a little child to live
Help them live a little longer
Help them grow a little stronger
So why not play a part
If youre ever gonna do
What the lord has told us to
Its got to begin within your heart
Its a small world, a small world
When you reach out and touch
A stranger
From where you stand
Its a small world, a small world
When you can forge another link
In a far off land
Repeat last two lines
Its a small world, a small world
When you can forge another link
In a far off land
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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The Fire Alarm
Fire-fire-fire! Nigher still and nigher
Seem the tones of the 'Alarum bell' borne on the air!
Awaking with a start, what a sinking of the heart
Even the strong are apt to feel, ere they are well aware!
Fire-fire-fire! Higher now and higher
Leaps the madly raging flames as the cry goes round!
In the darkness of the night what a truly awful sight
Is the burning up of homes, while we listen to the sound.
Fire-fire-fire! Behold the havoc dire!
When the black, wreathing smoke a moment clears away-
The flames both hiss and roar as the brave firemen pour
Constantly the crystal streams from Engines in full play.
Fire-fire-fire! Fresh force it does acquire!
The rising wind has sent the blaze unto the other side!
Yet men are standing round in torpor most profound;
Rouse ye up! now fall to work, and let your strength be tried!
Fire-fire-fire! Two blocks seem one vast pyre.
Oh, pity the poor houseless ones-fleeing now away!
Screen them from Winter's blast, for they are on you cast-
That sympathy in measure their losses may repay.
Fire-fire-fire! Thank God, the flames expire!
For a cold, but drenching rain most opportunely comes.
Now honor that Brigade which has such efforts made,
And don't forget your neighbors who have just lost their homes.
poem by Thomas Cowherd
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In Our Small Way
Refrain
Maybe you and I cant do great things
We may not change the world in one day
But we still can change some things today...
In our small way
Empty words are not enough
Where theres hurt well be a crush
When theres thirst well fill each others cup
Because we care we love enough to share
Refrain
Maybe you and I cant do great things
We may not change the world in one day
But we still can change some things today...
In our small way
In despair well be the hope
And the prayer that frees the soul
Well be there to share each lonely road
Because we love, I know
We care enough
Refrain
Maybe you and I cant do great things
We may not change the world in one day
But we still can change some things today...
In our small way
Just a little time is all it takes
What a difference just a smile can make, youll see
Love is all we need
Refrain
Maybe you and I cant do great things
We may not change the world in one day
But we still can change some things today...
In our small way
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Dragon's Fire
What is held
In the dragons fire
Is it power
Or is it life
Burning down things
Making new things grow
Trees and grass
Falling to ash
Castles and knights
Arrows and swords
Weapons to kill
One another
Wings flap
In the sky
Noises coming
From afar
They are the noises
Of dragons roaring
Scaly bodies
Powerful claws
Teeth are still
Razor sharp
Blowing fire
From deep within
It is made
From there hearts
So what to see
Inside these yellow flames
Of the dragons fire
poem by Allison Unknown
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The Whisper 2
I heard a whisper, carried on the wind
A faint but growing whisper, a hope for better things
Gentle ripples on the sea, grow to waves that burst upon the shore
One voice shared by many, will one day come knocking on your door
And could change the world
I saw a woman in Africa, weeping as she spoke
A voice heard by millions, now united with her hope
I heard a man from Europe, singing of his dream
To a growing mass of people, like stars reflected on the sea
I saw a man in Asia, standing firm against the wrong
Decades later, I heard they changed the law, immortalized him in song
I knew a woman in America, educated and wise
From poor beginnings she rose, to cut through all the unjust lies
If you plant a small seed, and you help it grow
You can change more than you know
You can change the world, imagine, you could change the world
I stood in a world divided, a world of rich and poor
A world forever fighting, for lies and nothing more
If you plant a small seed, And you help it grow
You can reap more than you know, You can change the world
There's a gentle breeze blowing, Bringing seeds of change
A gentle breeze blowing, Turning history's page, It's time for change
If you plant a small seed, And you help it grow
You can reap more than you know, You can change the world
World brotherhood of man, united commonwealth of lands
United under one law, a shared prosperity, and no war
Imagine, you can change the world... By One degree... You could change the world
All together and in one voice...
'We can change the world', 'change the world'
Each by one degree, 'we could change the world'
All together and in one voice... 'change the world'
Copyright Colin Coplin 2005 (2012)
poem by Colin Coplin
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The Fire
The old men of the world have made a fire
To warm their trembling hands.
They poke the young men in.
The young men burn like withes.
If one run a little way,
The old men are wrath.
They catch him and bind him and throw him again to the flames.
Green withes burn slow…
And the smoke of the young men's torment
Rises round and sheer as the trunk of a pillared oak,
And the darkness thereof spreads over the sky….
Green withes burn slow…
And the old men of the world sit round the fire
And rub their hands….
But the smoke of the young men's torment
Ascends up for ever and ever.
poem by Lola Ridge
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So the fire is almost out and there's nothing left to burn
I've run right out of thoughts and i've run right out of words
As i used them up, i used them up...
Yeah the fire is almost cold and there's nothing left to burn
I've run right out of feeling and i've run right out of world
And everything i promised, and everything i tried
Yeah everything i ever did i used to feed the fire
I used to feed the fire
I used to feed the fire
I used to feed the fire
But the fire is almost out is almost out...
And there's nothing left to burn
No there's nothing left to burn
Not even this...
And the fire is almost dead and there's nothing left to burn
I've finished everything...
And all the things i promised, and all the things i tried
Yeah all the things i ever dreamed i used to feed the fire
I used to feed the fire
I used to feed the fire
I used to feed the fire
But the fire is almost out...
Half my life i've been here
Half my life in flames
Using all i ever had to keep the fire ablaze
To keep the fire ablaze
To keep the fire ablaze
To keep the fire ablaze...
But there's nothing left to burn
No there's nothing left to burn
And the fire is almost out
There fire is almost out
Almost out, almost out
Almost out, almost out...
And there's nothing left to burn
song performed by by Cure
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Seeing you makes my heart burn and I stop the world revolving
Seeing you my love my heart begins to burn and burn and burn
Unstoppable to fire
I pause and look at you and take a hard look at you some more
You are simply beautiful!
So beautiful to behold in my burning burning burning heart
Unstoppable to fire
I take another hard look
I stop the world revolving
To see you again and again and my heart burns and burns and burns
Till I am consumed
Looking
Just the mere idea of looking at you
You look at me
Our eyes meet
I am speechless
And look away to the other side of dangling things
The world revolves again and I with it
Leaving you because you can never be with me
In this
Revolution
Meanwhile you wonder why the place where our eyes just met smells ash
I said something just burned sometime somewhere perhaps last night or so
And so
You will never ever know
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seeing you my love my heart begins to burn and burn and burn
Unstoppable to fire
I pause and look at you and take a hard look at you some more
You are simply beautiful!
So beautiful to behold in my burning burning burning heart
Unstoppable to fire
I take another hard look
I stop the world revolving
To see you again and again and my heart burns and burns and burns
Till I am consumed
Looking
Just the mere idea of looking at you
You look at me
Our eyes meet
I am speechless
And look away to the other side of dangling things
The world revolves again and I with it
Leaving you because you can never be with me
In this
Revolution
Meanwhile you wonder why the place where our eyes just met smells ash
I said something just burned sometime somewhere perhaps last night or so
And so
You will never ever know
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The guardian of the flames
Always there have been
something holy to me,
about flames
that comes alive suddenly.
It’s a great thing
to see flames spread
and to see yellow licking tongs,
consume wood
and to get heat, energy
and comfort from it.
At a time human existence
surely depended on
keeping the secret
of flames
and to make sure,
that the last glowing coals
do not die.
When I was a child,
my brother and me
almost burnt a hillock
and some residences down
by misadventure.
The more I tried to kill
the small fire,
that I started in the long brown winter grass,
the more the fire spread.
It’s a fact that my behind
also burnt on that occasion
from a hiding
with a old fan belt
and I learned quickly,
what the power of fire is
and how to act responsibly with matches.
Tonight I am the guardian of the flames
at the fireplace in the lounge
and I take care of the hot coals
and have to put wood on
before the fire dies.
poem by Gert Strydom
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What The Captain Said
They made the fire so they want it to spread
the fire, the fire, the fire
They fan the flame to the forest bed
and the flames grew
higher, and higher, and higher
Remember what the captain said by the oceanside
where we took our ride
'We want no more soldiers dead, so come see us by the fire; '
Prometheus desire, the fire
by the fire, as the flames grow higher
We lay upon our riverbed, upon the Styx
the mosh pit Styx upon the pyre
Eyes wide, quartered dry, heads to the sky
and they watch the flames grow higher, and higher,
the fire
poem by Jay Bradley
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Fire on Your Finger
Fire on your finger,
Fire in your eye,
Fire in your spirit,
Fire that won’t die.
Fire in the bare bones of being,
Fire to uphold what’s right,
Fire in the heart of darkness,
Fire to fuel Love’s light.
Fire to burn but not consume,
Fire to learn and not assume,
Fire to live and give living room,
Fire to love and sing her tune.
poem by Tony Jolley
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