Fire On The Hills
The deer were bounding like blown leaves
Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire;
I thought of the smaller lives that were caught.
Beauty is not always lovely; the fire was beautiful, the terror
Of the deer was beautiful; and when I returned
Down the back slopes after the fire had gone by, an eagle
Was perched on the jag of a burnt pine,
Insolent and gorged, cloaked in the folded storms of his shoulders
He had come from far off for the good hunting
With fire for his beater to drive the game; the sky was merciless
Blue, and the hills merciless black,
The sombre-feathered great bird sleepily merciless between them.
I thought, painfully, but the whole mind,
The destruction that brings an eagle from heaven is better than mercy.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Fire Ferocious
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
You show no mercy – no regard:
A writhing army uncontrolled.
At least you don’t discriminate,
Selecting to exterminate:
All dealt with equal pain untold.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
In time of drought you run amok –
An open chimney of the land.
Prefer to scorch than suffocate:
In blinding zeal, incinerate
To blackened vista now unmanned.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
Destruction be your only goal
For you to vent your jealous wrath
On gentle life with caring soul
And human victims to console:
As you are none, but psychopath.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
So there it is – you are but flame:
Reacting gases to adorn –
With orange flicks of flailing arms,
You’re flaunting your demonic charms!
Now leave us for bereaved to mourn.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
So many lives to claim.
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A Beautiful Song
A Beautiful Song. (Ink Spots)
“I don’t want to set the world on fire” what a lovely song.
But I’m disturbed by sparrows, sit in my orange tree and
make a racket, so much for bird song. Out on the terrace
I stretch out my arms pretend to be an eagle, they fly off.
But they soon return realising I’m not much of an eagle.
I throw pebbles at them, terrified miniature mountains,
that only get to fly when someone, say, me throws them.
I still hear the sparrows sit in my neighbour’s orange tree,
argue about territories and no- fly- zones. A flurry of angry
wings, what is this a civil war? High above on the blue sky,
a bald eagle circles. “I don’t want to set the world on fire.”
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Love Like Fire
Well I met her downtown
I think wed spoken
I think wed spoken once before
The sound was loud
I said yeah, I said yeah give me more
And something deep inside
Started engines of desire
And yknow there aint a chance
Of stopping love, love like fire
Love like fire
She was great so great to be with
I felt so good when she was there
My time was coming at me
And I swore Id never care
And I thought there aint nothing else
All the poets here are liars
When youre chasing something real
You get burnt by love like fire
Love like fire
I thought she likes the rest
And I know Im in control
I can take it or I can leave it
You can forget that lovers role
The world you thought you knew
Gets strangled by the wire
And you crash while running blind
Destroyed by love, love like fire
Love like fire
Love like fire
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Even leaves beg me'' says Eagle
eagle, niggard and black
perched on sycomore on Nile bank
tasty fish gambolled in water
at lightening speed eagle caught
tasty fish and scrambled out
eagle flew and perched on a tree
man was under a tree
and glanced at what sat on tree
eagle and man eyes met at ninety angle
eagle flew away saying
''man may conjure him
by evil eyes''
eagle flew and perched on second tree
some birds were on that tree
Eagle and others birds eyes met at ninety angle
eagle flew away saying he
'' choke as birds watch him eating''
Eagle flew and perched on third tree
the breeze shook leaves of tree
eagle saw leaves unfolded shaking
like a begging hand
eagle flew away saying
'' everything beg me , even leaves
beg me too''
Eagle flew and perched on fourth withered tree
no birds, men and leaves around there
only exrtreme silence around there
eagle ate tasty fish
sang in loudest resounding voice
''eel fish and tasty fish are not the same
I ate tasyty fish until heart palpitated in happiness''
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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I'm On Fire
Sparks are flying and I'm on fire.
I can't see through the smoke and I'm on fire.
I can't breath, I can't think
Because I'm on fire.
It hurts but it's warm and it's beautiful
You're feeding my fire
My fire of love
And I'm burning alive
And I'm loving everything about you
From how you make me feel to the flames glowing around me
But you're killing me in this heat
Can't you understand that fire is wonderful and terrible?
Can't you save me from falling further under the flames' embrace?
Can't you see I'm on fire?
poem by Tsunami HiroshiSu
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Fire Fighting Days
The sun is blocked out by a heavy smoke haze
Twelve miles south of here a huge bushfire blaze
It's way through the brown paddocks and stands of trees
fanned on by a warm and a freshening breeze,
Where-ever there's smoke there is fire to be found
And smoke travels by air for miles and miles around
The C F A the Country fire fighters are busy today
The destructive fire front they fight to keep it at bay,
Such courageous people one can't help but them admire
They risk their own lives to save homes from the fire
They display their courage in the gap of fear
Great stories of their bravery we so often hear
Through dry scrublands and paddocks the huge fire front blaze
We are in the Season of fire fighting days.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Ode (in ancient metric) [Odă (în metru antic]
Well, I never thought I would learn to die;
Always young and wrapped in my heavy cloak,
I was looking up to the shining star
Of sad loneliness.
When I saw you there, right in front of me,
O, you misery, aching, but so sweet...
I drank bottoms up the delight of death
Cold and merciless.
I am burning now and like Nessus grieve
Or like Hercules, poisoned by his coat;
But my raging flames cannot be put out
Even by the sea.
And I am consumed only by my dream,
Melting on the stake scalded by the fire...
Could I ever rise shining out of it,
Like the Phoenix bird?
May her wistful eyes go away from me.
Sad indifference, come back to my chest;
I want to become, just to die in peace,
Who I was before!
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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The Emerald Road
Anger fills every vein
In your furious face
And I think that soon,
They'll burst
And I'll never have to see
Your merciless glare
That I could never make a smile
Only hate
Merciless,
Reasonless
Invisible pride
In me you could never find
I glance at the shining fire
Next to me
Lighting a candle to bring a smile
To the sweetest kid I've ever known
The fire vanishes
Smoke flies
Bringing tears
To my eyes
You're worthless
These words, I've only ever
Heard from you
I wanted pride, approval
Though when I ever made
Those emeralds shine
It was with anger
With hate
I think back, try to be you
For even seconds
Just to know
Why I could never make you proud
And I find nothing
Nothing in the past
I knew your father
He was great
And so were all
Your memories
He would've told me
If they weren't
Honesty
Such a wonderful gift
One that was much too sweet
To ever be given by you
I never wanted you
The words, so like a knife
Could only hurt me
If from you
In my past, I can find nothing
No method, only madness
That still takes its toll on me
Even on my brightest days
I can't begin to imagine
What I did to you
To anyone
That no matter what I did
I couldn't make those emeralds shine
That had once meant so much
But now are no more than another stone
On the road that first began my life.
poem by Bunny Crunch
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Dirty old fire
Fire in my hair
Fire in my eyes
Fire between my thighs
Thank you for the fire
Fire gone and burned down my house
Fire deflowered me
Fire drew me in
Fire on the television
Fire dancing in the nude
Fire the best liar of them all
Thank you Fire
poem by Lindsay Crosby
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O Fire
Fire, O fire
Why are you there?
Why are you in the face of my wife?
Why are you in Lathore Dalit basti?
Why are you there statewide
roaring, destroying beauty of life
Fire, O fire
Please hear me and have patience
have patience to tolerate changed life
and have patience to survive
in the midst of beauty.
O fire you have also urge
like me to refine the selfmight.
Fire, O fire
I salute you if you say
you are there to make
life fare and fair.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Where Is The Fire?
Where is the fire
That burnt in freedom fighters
Making them selfless
Dying for our independence
Where is the fire
That burnt in J.M and Ouko
And others who were felled
Making them love truth
For it, paying the ultimate price
Where is the fire
That burnt in the then leaders
Making them fearless
Suffering for multiparty politics
Where is the fire
That burnt in civil rights activists
The poor peoples defenders
And others who attended kamukunjis
Where is the fire
That burnt individualism
In dire times of crises
Where is the fire?
poem by Kelvin Karani
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Fire Of Spring
Spring: What do you see like this?
Fire: To you
Spring: Please I entreat you
Fire: What to do? I can’t bear darkness
Spring: Naughty, not to utter thus. Come here.
Fire: May I set fire to wax candle?
Spring: Put on spectacles, other wise
No surplus will remain.
Fire: Oh! You are very miserly.
Spring: OK Think- you are lying under a tree in hard sun light-in this moment what will be your temperament?
Fire: You are upon a hand; our child is upon another, crystal blue sky in front.
Spring: I see! Have you ever seen that fair of children darken the blue sky?
Fire: Yes, I saw that in your eye, on your lip, inside the rib bone.
Spring: OK
Fire: Oh! No, do not talk; close your eyes, why so sweat scent in your hair?
Spring: At your chest too...
Fire: Surging fire on my body
Always, couldn’t you see that?
Spring: How could I see? The thunder-the flood reside on my body too.
Fire: You are carrying so much thunder and flood why did not you tell me before?
Spring: How could I say? Did I know that so much?
Fire at your heart!
Fire: Leave it. Now you have come to know.
Spring: Hey-I entreat you, do not touch my hub. Earth quake sleeps there.
Fire: Oh! Really you are very beautiful and natural, A very exciting eminent on your thigh looks.
Spring: Entreat, I entreat you, do not touch there. Earth Quake sleeps there also.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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The Retreat From Moscow
Sad Moscow, thy fate do I see,
Fire! fire! in the city all cry;
Like quails from the eagle all flee,
Escape in a moment or die.
It looks like the battle of Troy,
The storm rises higher and higher;
The scene of destruction all hearts must annoy,
The whirlwinds, the smoke, and the fire.
The dread conflagration rolls forth,
Augmenting the rage of the wind,
Which blows it from south unto north,
And leaves but the embers behind.
It looks like Gomorrah; the flame
Is moving still nigher and nigher,
Aloud from all quarters the people proclaim,
The whirlwinds, the smoke, and the fire.
A dead fumigation now swells,
A blue circle darkens the air,
With tones as the pealing of bells,
Farewell to the brave and the fair.
O Moscow, thou city of grace,
Consign'd to a dread burning pyre,
From morning to ev'ning with sorrow I trace
The wild winds, the smoke, and the fire.
The dogs in the kennel all howl,
The wether takes flight with the ox,
Appal'd on the wing is the fowl,
The pigeon deserting her box.
With a heart full of pain, in the night
Mid hillocks and bogs I retire,
Through lone, deadly vallies I steer by its light,
The wild storm, the smoke, and the fire.
Though far the crash breaks on my ear,
The stars glimmer dull in the sky,
The shrieks of the women I hear,
The fall of the kingdom is nigh.
heaven, when earth is no more,
And all things in nature expire,
May I thus, with safety, keep distant before
The whirlwinds, the smoke, and the fire.
poem by George Moses Horton
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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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I Eat Fire
I live in silence of non existence
I play music of soundlessness
I compose words with fire
With fire pen on a piece of fire.
I eat fire to burn me into ashes
I have no fear for the fire of hell
I do not have desire of heaven of God
I do not like to see the smiling face of God.
I shall not die till the doomsday
I shall set fire on the throne of God
I shall dance in front of God
I shall love Him, more than He loves me.
poem by Devil Poet
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On Fire
Turn your radios on, Ill be a right there, yes I will
Turn me up real loud, Im in your ears, ah
n Im hangin ten now baby, as I ride your sonic, ooh wave
(good god, yall)
Im on fire
Im on fire
Im on fire
Im on fire
Oh yeah, one time
Fire, fire, fire
Lay your bodies down, Im in your beds, your beds
Pull your headphones on, Im in your heads, ah
n Im hangin ten now baby, as I ride your sonic, ooh wave
(good god, yall)
Im on fire
Im on fire
Im on fire
[repeat and fade]
song performed by by Van Halen
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Pillar of Fire
Fire surges through the closed forest -
roaring past highways of cars
swiveling by like the hurricane of
the wild wild north: Pillar of Fire!
Tearing across:
though not damaging the forest
beyond hands reach.
Above the rear of my eye:
the wilderness stays put not
a devestating sight - but
darkness overwhelming the look of an eye -
burning a coal of scar across
my sight:
whistle the Pillar of Fire leaps...
the path of fire springs into
the path of anger catching
leaves, storming the mind - laughing
at the blue of the night;
creating a hole;
pushing my eye into its
protective cover.
The fire smiles - yells at
the distant blooming sky
of winter crossing the path
turning fire into
ice of a cold
pondering land of?
of questions howling above the
roar of the so like hurricane of fire.
Answers staining the blueprint
of our heart - and
the Pillar of Fire melts away;
growing smaller out of reach.
poem by Celine Berghmans
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Red Carnation
there is nothing more attractive
as a defense of pretense
than a red carnation in the pocket of
my black suit
it is the fire that catches you
and here i am
appearing as your cage of love
you expect more fire in this
you are more beautiful now as you finally taste
ash and feel the powder of burnt
skin.
there is no fire in me
not anymore none anymore
there is only this oblivion
see it and leave me i am bothered no more
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shes On Fire
Oh, shes on fire
Oh, shes on fire
Hot to trot, shes a bit insane
Little bit of pleasure
With a little bit of pain
I got to be smokin
So I know without a doubt
Where theres the smoke
Theres the fire, so I gotta boot it out
Say oh, shes on fire
Oh, shes on fire
Only child with a hang down lip
Starve for love and you pay your chip
Little by little, catch enough to me
Shes more of a woman
And I thought shed be to me
Hungry girl, shes a city slick
Sayin the one, on a losin stick
Shes on fire
She chop my head on a guillotine
Shes my flame, shes a feather my chief
Shes on fire
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Do Not Threaten Me With Fire My Love
do not threaten me with the fire of your body my love
for i am a man born of fire and shall die of fire
i eat fire, i bathe in fire, i swim in the deepest part of fire
i like to burn in the fire that you start
from your flicker, from the flints of your gaze
i like to see this hearth, this warmth, this conflagration
you with me burning like hell
do not threaten me with the fire of your thighs
for i eat fire, my body is fire, it is alive with its heat
my sweat are the smokes of fire
my end is the char that stays beside your legs
and tomorrow morning when i finally die
when i am put off by your power
you shall find me as burnt residues
beneath your feet
i am the offering of love to life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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