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Fire Is Many Things

Fire is many things,
Fire is insatiable.
Fire is everlasting,
Fire is uncontainable.

Fire is helpful,
Sometimes constructive.
Fire is harmful,
Often destructive.

Fire is passion,
Keeping hearts aflame.
Fire is romance,
Keeping love untamed.

Fire is the block of life
That tells the unknown.
Fire is forever,
Written in stone

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poem by Ben Payton
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In Your Sleep, I die

In your tender sleep, thy child cries
Bullied and tortured by ruthless foes
Amidst pain, I threw arms in the sky
Asleep thou are to comfort my woes.

In your slumber, they child weeps
My eyes grow wide, my arms go lame
Blood drips from me while thou sleep
Beyond that, lo! my heart aflame.

In your sleep, thy child dies
Preserving peace in my heart
Thy child dies so that your eyes
May open with a start.

poem by Geraldine Fernandez
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The alchemmist [Alchimistul]

I looked for that deficient gold
In all the test tubes on the shelves,
And in the flicker pale and cold
I hoped to see the hosts of elves.

When chandeliers spread the light
As if the castle was aflame,
In salamanders hazy-white,
I found the pattern of the dame.

Through me the fire will harass
Your coward planet, without worth,
For with my magnifying glass
I want to burn this wicked earth.

poem by Al. O. Teodoreanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Accepted

Charles Shortridge once to St. Peter came.
'Down!' cried the saint with his face aflame;
''Tis writ that every hardy liar
Shall dwell forever and ever in fire!'
'That's what I said the night that I died,'
The sinner, turning away, replied.
'What! _you_ said that?' cried the saint-'what! what!
_You_ said 'twas so writ? Then, faith, 'tis _not!_
I'm a devil at quoting, but I begin
To fail in my memory. Pray walk in.'

poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The Elusive Hummingbird

Who are these dynamic little birds we love,
the ones that dart here and there?
They buzz. They zoom with wings so fast
and then suspend in mid-air.

Colorful creatures, so tiny and free
are exquisite with colors aflame.
They seem to pause and defy gravity
darting in and out like a game.

They capture the mysteries within a flower
then leave without a word.
Be quick with your eyes if you wish to see
the elusive humming bird.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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On The Frontline

ennui breaks normal boredom
I am aflame 
also spasms connect right now
bare skin reveals luminous wounds
ashes are kicking immediately.

the boredom I express to myself
barks explicitly on the front line
this line objects to momentum
of troops with stars and enigmas
we are not generals!

our twisted sacrifice praises
the reborn men and women 
of roars bubbling 
hearts in the skies
civilians mildly refuse their job.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Evening Prayer

Wind stirs in expectation; it
softly strokes my face.

The March sun reassures me,
warms pale flesh
through layers of thick sweater
and winter coat.

Under indigo hills
new grass flows,
yellow and green,

as past distant ranges,
to the sky-bright, rounded sea
he flees and sends
a gift of clouds,
aflame
in glory.

Peace to the grass of the fields!

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poem by Steven Federle
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Love fire dies, drenched.

I hired a cunning poet
To pen her beauty and glory.
Not a verse but echoed her gaiety,
I began my Tale of Love
So subtly and so intriguingly;
That she grew helpless to ward off
Those words penned in sequence
And thrust to her in all reverence.
Her desire was set aflame.
Some dragons threw some water
And the boiling heart had frozen.
The milking cow turned barren.
No illicit love has enough air to burn.
07.01.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We Who Would Liberate!

we who would liberate,
must first feel the
hungry cry of freedom.
must feel the homeless
edge of despair,
must taste the colors
of skin touching skin.
must bear the blow of injustice,
wear the chains of the enslaved.
must walk inside the sorrow
that has no name or face.
must see what lies beneath prayer,
must wear the shoes of the oppressed.
must stand alone in the darkest night,
and set our selves aflame,
to be a beacon, to light the way!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love Waits The Lonely Skies

Velvet of the darkest night
Soft as winter wind
Sighs to set the soul aflame
A hunger creeping in
Flutters sweet, a lullaby
A breath of midnight blue
Stars that pock the sleepy sky
Let passion trickle through
Sparks kindle fast the secret fire
A burning, no remorse
Tarries still, the longing heart
For fate to find its course
Hidden safe from prying eyes
Love dwells within the dream
In latent whispers of the heart
Forgotten…so it seems

poem by Leria Hawkins
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