Us And Our Dreams
we have enough
firewood
to feed a fire
for our
long night
together
now we must
sleep and dream
about firewood
still?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Firewood House
living on a firewood
house one gets to understand well
the essence of conflagration
a spark
a flint if taken for granted
can cause
what you do not expect to happen at all
so do not ever talk about
a matchbox
or even a candlelight
it will be too dangerous
to dream about you
you're hot
and flaming
and you may want a light
after a tryst
i guess once is enough
of you
the firewood house is about to burn itself
and soon i will be
lying helpless along the road
enough
of this ash
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What If... Again And Again!
what if it never rained again?
what if the night went on forever,
and the dawn never came?
what if all my dreams turned to salt,
and lightning left the skies?
what if my body turned to ashes,
and my bones were scattered unknown?
what if my name were lost
to the emptiness of time...
and my heart, cut as firewood,
to feed a stranger's fire?
what if everything i've done,
forgotten as if i never lived?
what if i never held you again,
never kissed your lips,
never looked into your eyes?
what if there were no God,
and death were the end? ...
what if for the simple touch of your hand,
i'd do it again, and again!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Only when all contribute their firewood can they build up a strong fire.
How can you put out a fire set on a cart-load of firewood with only a cup of water.
A22 God Commands Abraham to Offer Isaac
One day, God tested Abraham.
He called, 'Oh Abraham.'
And he answered, 'Here I'm'
An offering, God asked him.
'At Moriah, there's a mountain.
To its top, you take your son,
And offer him as sacrifice to me.
Let this be my command to thee.'
The next day morning, Abraham loaded,
Onto his donkey logs of firewood;
With two servants and his one son,
He went to the place God-chosen.
He ordered his servants to stay
With donkey, some distance away;
He walked upto the place,
Meant for the sacrifice.
With knife and firewood,
To that spot, Isaac, he led.
On the way, his son enquired,
'Where’s the lamb to be offered? '
'My son, ' so Abraham replied,
'That God will provide.'
When they reached the spot,
An altar Abraham built.
O’er the altar, he loaded,
The firewood carried.
He tied his son and placed
Him on the firewood.
He raised the knife,
To take his son's life;
But an Angel came,
And said, 'Don't hurt him.'
'God knows you honour,
And obey Him forever,
By offering your only son,
Late in your life, who was born.'
The Lord showed a ram
Stuck in a bush to Abraham
Who caught hold of it.
As sacrificial offer, he burnt it.
By Abraham this place was named,
As one meaning, 'God provides'.
As a holy place, it’s now famed
For its sanctity, where God resides!
Again the Lord told,
'Your descendants in the world,
Will be as many as the stars,
And sands in the seashores.'
'You offered me your son,
Despite being your only one;
I'll bless you richly
For your obedience surely.'
poem by Simple Simon
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Fire Of Knowledge
Blazing fire
Turns firewood
To ashes.
Fire of knowledge
Burn all reactions
To material actions
To ashes.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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So long as the green mountains are preserved, there will be no shortage of firewood supply.
Who Will Teach?
have you ever
built a house,
plowed a field,
cut firewood,
caught a fish,
and cooked it over
your own fire?
have your children?
what happens when
it all falls down,
and we have to start over?
who knows how to survive?
and who will teach others?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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One with more firewood than you, has more ash than you.
Love Aflame
i do not wish to give you
what i do not have
they are all lies and nothing
beautiful grows from the petals
of my empty words
i have only this heart
ablaze with fire
it is only this heat
this flame
that i can offer
there is no promise from its
firewood that this thing aflame shall last forever
take me as i am
and look at me with all understanding when at dawn
i turn to ash again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some men go through a forest and see no firewood.
What is now top of the mast, will be firewood soon.
Burn one day's gathering of firewood on the same day.
An axe with rio handle does not split firewood.
Chop your own firewood and it will warm you twice.
Please don't push my rootless tree Magdalina!
Let them call you by various names
But you're my Lonestar
Among the myriad stars
In the firmament!
Touch me slowly
As this old tree would be collapsed!
Sleep underneath my shady tree
And I send you the sweet dreams.
Sorry, I cannot bear fruits
But I have the faith
And look after you well
Until they take me for Firewood!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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