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Fire and water (A morning in Sivakasi)

A shrill peacock-cry from the bell tower
Pierced my morning silence
The temple bell rang and rang
With its thick tongue in fever
Images, fiery, some smouldering
Came dropping from the white sky
Clusters of acacias that had grown
Waterless under the skin of the earth
Spread their ghostly hair evenly
Into the rainless, blazing August sky
The girls with jasmines in their hair
Stood unblinking all day, in the hall,
Bringing fire into people’s lives
Dark sweaty men made balls of fire
Old ladies kneaded fiery dough
There is fire in their tired hearts,
In their minds, on their hands
But no water to quench their thirsts.

poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
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Jump Into The Fire

Down in the depths of my fiery home
The summons bell will chime
Tempting you and all the earth
to join our sinful kind
There is a job to be done and I'm the one
You people make me do it
Now it is time for your fate and I won't hesitate
to pull you down into this pit
So come on
Jump in the Fire
So come on
Jump in the Fire
With hell in my eyes and with death in my veins
The end is closing in
Feeding on the minds of man
and from their souls within
My disciples all shout to search out
And they always shall obey
Follow me now my child not the meek or the mild
But do just as I say
So come on
Jump in the Fire
So come on
Jump in the Fire
Jump by your will or be taken by force
I'll get you either way
Trying to keep the hellfire lit
I am stalking you as prey
Living your life as me I am you you see
So reach down grab my hand walk with me through
the land
Come home where you belong
So come on
Jump in the Fire
So come on
Jump in the Fire

song performed by by Metallica
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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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Take Care, Take Care

Bind up, bind up your dark bright hair
And hide the smouldering sunken fire.
Let it be held no more than fair,
Nor yourself guess how rare, how rare
Its movement, colour and deep fire.

Your eyes they have their consciousness,
Your lips their grave reflective smile,
Your hands their cunning for distress:
Your hair has only beauteousness
And hid flame for its only guile.

That glowing hair on shoulders white
Is pride past sum: take care, take care!
Even to dream of wish'd delight
Too much perturbs the ebb of night--
Bind up, bind up your burning hair!

poem by John Freeman
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Of a Promethean aspect...

(To the sufferers of Gujarat)

At last, I found the Miltonic Hero in Heaven,
and bound him with a rope. He got raged,
'Oh new-born Zeus! why do you cord me up? '
'Hold your tongue! cried this fire-eaten man,
'With your stolen fire...
Look down the smouldering map -
Man sets his fireside on fire,
What a sombre business! He bakes breads
of skin.... Sausage of human-beings
Being sold at a rock-bottom price!
Fire, fire, all over the Promethean fire! '

...He broke down...
'Throttle me, ...' bewailed he, 'I imagined,
It was the Hell! '
His tears - elixir of life,
Softly ebbed the fire.......

This blazing heath laughs at my dream,
Yes! I consider, a lie is the lie of all times.

poem by Dibakar Sarkar
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Inspired by Issa - morning charcoal fire

morning charcoal fire
excitements of the new day
in the fiery sparks

morning charcoal fire
embers' sparks spread
excitements for the new day

morning charcoal fire
sparks greet and give
way to the new day

morning charcoal fire
first the sparks
then the warm new day

inspired by

morning's charcoal fire-
the mountain's pine breeze
wafting by
-Issa,1813

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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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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You May Believe

Four elements, fire, earth, air and water,
Each on the calendar takes a quarter.
Fire and water together do not mix,
Fire always needs air, for that is its fix.
Earth, air and water that is a trio.
In what section would we find our Leo.

Horoscopes are some peoples obsession,
All the forecasts would give one depression.
You may believe them or you may not,
But quite frankly, I do not care a jot.
I’m an Aries and I’m a fiery one.
A Ram, well Ewe, when all is said and done.

Whatever prediction, for good or ill,
Will on a few occasions fit the bill.
Astrology will continue to lure,
All who feel readings can foretell ‘Amour’.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Disliking Anger

you are two people
putting fire on your hair
the two of you alone
i watch it
i cannot be the judge
and take side
as you demand
the situation is tense
something is twisted
grilling on your heads
the curtains catch fire
from your hair
and then the pandemonium
spreads on the walls and
ceiling the
whole house is burning
balls of fire from both
of you
and so i go out
running away
to save myself

that is the time how
i start to dislike anger.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hostel

I rang the bell…
Impatient and dour
From the stride
In the drunken alleys
Deluged by the moon
Searching for a place,
A stale room
Inept and incomparable
To the grandest places
Stashed in the foliage
Of sunken pockets
Of gnarled hallways

A place
Where I am found
Welcomed
Nursed
Injected with fire
Bloated and ballooned
To take flight
Because, after all
The fray will end
And there will not be
Another vacancy…

I rang the bell
And ran away,
Astray,
Breathing death
Back to solitude
Back to the alleys
Less the places
Where I found myself.

poem by Norman Santos
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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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Meadow of Fire

Beauty unscrupulous in the bleak human mind
Fire between the double female meadows divine

Blazing white horses circling the sky bushes
Bed streams of white entangled in the red heat

Flesh storming in the starry skies of hedonism
Beating double drums wrestling in the woods of ecstasy

Forever in fire, forever for that instant moment
Glory of the soft screams scratching the vibes of the bodies

Building twilight horizons in the fiery touch
Rainbows bleed in and out on this fleshy battle

Tonight the heat was made one with the spirit
…the bodies like fire magnets will forever dance in silence!

poem by Evita Velvet
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0358 One for Bill

Redheads, with their fiery hair
oft have a temper that can scare.
Can God and Nature so conspire
to scarify with hair and fire?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Kolkata Burning

The wild flames of fire
Has engulfed us all
Bricks, mortars, stones
All things from the roof did fall.
All were confused,
All ran helter skelter
All wanted a hand of help
All wanted a safe shelter.
Fire was here and fire was there
Fire was far and fire was near
The wall of flame went restless
People roared below
And fire was tameless.
Its long tongue
Destroyed all
Fire spread like a cannon ball.
I heard some saying
Fire will never tire
I heard some saying
The world will end in fire.

poem by Ratan Bhattacharjee
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Jump In The Fire

Down in the depths of my firey home
The summons bell will chime
Tempting you and all the earth
to join our sinful kind
There is a job to be done and I'm the one
You people make me do it
Now it is time for your fate and I won't hesitate
to pull you down into this pit

So come on
Jump in the Fire
So come on
Jump in the Fire

With hell in my eyes and with death in my veins
The end is closing in
Feeding on the minds of man
and from their souls within
My disciples all shout to search out
And they always shall obey
Follow me now my child not the meek or the mild
But do just as I say

So come on
Jump in the Fire
So come on
Jump in the Fire

Jump by your will or be taken by force
I'll get you either way
Trying to keep the hellfire lit
I am stalking you as prey
Living your life as me I am you you see
So reach down grab my hand walk with me through the land
Come home where you belong

So come on
Jump in the Fire
So come on
Jump in the Fire

song performed by by Metallica from Kill 'Em All
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The Bellman

He rang it in the marketplace,
He rang it in the street,
Old Silas was the Bellman
In the village of Purfleet,
He'd rung the bell for sixty years,
He'd rung the bell for war,
He'd rung it for the harvest
But would ring the bell no more!

The Mayor and all his councillors
Had met within the Hall,
Discussed the ponderous questions
That would bear upon them all,
Their gowns were trimmed with ermine
And the mayor, he wore his chain,
The solemn Majesty of State
Was heard in their refrain!

‘We must dismiss the Bellman, '
Said the hoary Abel Creep,
‘He rings it at the strangest times,
I just can't get to sleep! '
‘Agreed, ' said Horace Fumblewit,
It's more than time enough,
I thought that he'd be dead by this…'
‘Hear hear! ' said Toby Gruff.

They called him to the chamber
And delivered him the score,
Old Silas staggered back in shock,
They'd rocked him to the core!
He raised the bell above his head
And gave a mighty ‘Clang! '
Then jumped up on their table
Where they sat, their ears rang!

‘I've been the Bellman sixty years,
My father taught me then,
His father went before him, rang
The bell for Inkerman;
But way, way back before that time
My forebears had a stake,
They warned of the Armada,
Rang the bell for Francis Drake! '

He stomped along their table
In his coarse old hob-nailed boots,
He silenced their authority
To rule in mean disputes,
For every time a councillor
Would seek to raise his voice,
The bell would drown his utterance,
It gave them little choice!

‘There's been a Bellman in this burgh
Right back, before King John,
You think you petty underlings
Can rule once I am gone?
Your ancestors lie buried in
The gravel by the Church,
While mine live on in history…
I'll knock you off your perch!

He raised the bell and made it peal,
It rocked the ancient hall,
The walls shook with vibrations
‘Til the roof began to fall,
The beams came crashing down in a
Scenario from Hell,
‘Your time is not forever, ' cried
The man who rang the bell!

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Still Knowing

I’m caged up in bars made of fire,
Left with an empty cup
And one song that I admire
My world is frozen
It is locked
There are no seconds
No keys
No clocks
But the fire still burns
As do the flames
And so does that song that run through my veins
But I cannot hear the song
Not even the sound of a dropping pin
Nor can I feel the fire burn
Near my oh so tender skin
Nor can I smell the sweet silent air
Nor can I feel the breeze
Breathing at my hair,
But somehow I know.

poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
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Its Name Is Love.....

Of all
elements

i love fire
and i keep it
everywhere

look at me
there is fire in my eyes

feel my hands
there is fire
growing in my fingers

lay your head
upon my shoulders
there will be
fire in your
hair

kiss my lips
you shall eat my fire
burning in there
continuously

put your body
above mine
you shall be
dry wood
of my fireplace
in winter

and i shall burn you
forever
and you shall
love it

for this fire
burns
but we shall never
be consumed
no one is charred
nothing is marred

there is no
ash
neither potash

let me name
this fire

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's Name Is Love.....

Of all
elements

i love fire
and i keep it
everywhere

look at me
there is fire in my eyes

feel my hands
there is fire
growing in my fingers

lay your head
upon my shoulders
there will be
fire in your
hair

kiss my lips
you shall eat my fire
burning in there
continuously

put your body
above mine
you shall be
dry wood
of my fireplace
in winter

and i shall burn you
forever
and you shall
love it

for this fire
burns
but we shall never
be consumed
no one is charred
nothing is marred

there is no
ash
neither potash

let me name
this fire

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Creeds Of The Bells

How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells!
Each one its creed in music tells
In tones that float upon the air
As soft as song, as sweet as prayer,
And I will put in simple rhyme
The language of the golden chime.
My happy heart with rapture swells
Responsive to the bells, sweet bells.
'Ye purifying waters swell!'
In mellow tones rang out a bell;
'Though faith alone in Christ can save,
Man must be plunged beneath the wave,
To show the world unfaltering faith
In what the Sacred Scripture saith;
Oh, well! ye rising water, swell!'
Pealed out the clear-toned Baptist bell.
'O, heed the ancient landmarks well!'
In solemn tones exclaimed a bell.
'No progress made by mortal man
Can change the just, eternal plan;
With God there can be nothing new;
Ignore the false, embrace the true,
While all is well! is well! is well!'
Pealed out the good old Dutch church bell.
'In deeds of love excel! excel!'
Chimed out from ivied towers a bell.
'This is the church not built on sands,
Emblem of one not built with hands;
Its forms and sacred rites revere -
Come worship here! come worship here!
Its rituals and faith excel!'
Chimed out the Episcopalian bell.
'No faith alone, but works as well,
Must test the soul!' said a soft bell.
'Come here and cast aside your load!
And work your way along the road
With faith in God and faith in man,
And hope in Christ, where hope began.
Do well! do well! do well! do well!'
Rang out the Unitarian bell.
'To all the truth we tell, we tell!'
Shouted in ecstacies, a bell.
'Come all ye weary wanders, see!
Our Lord has made salvation free!
Repent, believe, have faith, and then
Be saved! and praise the Lord! Amen!
Salvation’s free! we tell! we tell!'
Shouted the Methodistic bell.
'Farewell! farewell! base world, farewell!'
In touching tones exclaimed a bell.
'Life is a boon to mortals given,
To fit the soul for bliss in heaven.
Do not invoke the avenging rod.
Come here and learn the way to God.
Say to the world, ‘farewell! farewell!’'
Pealed forth the Presbyterian bell.
'In after life there is no hell!'
In raptures rang a cheerful bell.
'Look up to heaven this holy day,
When angels wait to lead the way.
There are no fires, no fiends to blight
The future life; be just and right.
No hell! No hell! No hell! No hell!'
Rang out the Universalist bell.
'The Pilgrim Fathers heeded well
My cheerful voice!' pealed forth a bell.
'No fetters here to clog the soul,
No arbitrary creed control
The free heart and progressive mind
That leave the dusty paths behind.
Speed well! speed well! speed well! speed well!'
Pealed forth the Independent bell.
'No pope, no pope, to doom to hell
The Protestant!' rang out a bell.
'Great Luther left his fiery zeal
Within the hearts that truly feel
What loyalty to God swill be
The faulty that makes men free,
No images where incense fell!'
Rang out old Martin Luther’s bell.
'Find rest! find rest! find rest! find rest!
Upon our Holy Mother’s breast,
From wearying strifes that never cease,
The mother church gives rest and pace.
Come, penitents, your sins confess
Where white-robed priests the faithful bless,
Where sacred Masses peal and swell!'
Deep tolled d the Roman Catholic bell.
Neatly attired, in manner plain,
A pilgrim see - no spot, no satin -
Slowly, with soft and measured tread,
In Quaker garb - no white, no red -
To passing friend I hear him say,
'Here worship thou, this is the way;
No churchly form, it is not well;
No bell - no bell - no bell - no bell.'

poem by Anonymous Americas
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The Bell From Europe

The tower bell in the Tenth Street Church
Rang out nostalgia for the refugee
Who knew the source of bells by sound.
We liked it, but in ignorance.
One meets authorities on bells infrequently.

Europe alone made bells with such a tone,
Herr Mannheim said. The bell
Struck midnight, and it shook the room.
He had heard bells in Leipzig, Chartres, Berlin,
Paris, Vienna, Brussels, Rome.
He was a white-faced man with sad enormous eyes.

Reader, for me that bell marked nights
Of restless tossing in this narrow bed,
The quarrels, the slamming of a door,
The kind words, friends for drinks, the books we read,
Breakfasts with streets in rain.
It rang from europe all the time.
That was what Mannheim said.

It is good to know, now that the bell strikes noon.
In this day's sun, the hedges are Episcopalian
As noon is marked by the twelve iron beats.
The rector moves ruminantly among the gravestones,
And the sound of a dead Europe hangs in the streets.

poem by Weldon Kees
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