Category Archives: fire

Let’s Go Read Rumi (Ode to Spring)

Before the vultures dine on another ancient civilization and cities become rubble lets break bread instead of bones   lets cleanse our palate and feast on the food of kings and queens, lets walk through smoke screens, and sit on … Continue reading

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Fire

The fire consumes all in it’s path, not stopping to show a passport  

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Fire: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger

Do you remember Bobby Sands, sixty-six days as a nation prayed? Hunger strikes the match that lights the fire that keeps on burning.     Haiku challenge from: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger

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Coffee

They say ‘a watched pot never boils’ but I’ve done this quite a bit and the pot I watch always boils unless of course the flame burns out but otherwise it boils watched or not and there is something meditative … Continue reading

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We Didn’t Start The Fire…?

We give our child a pack of matches and they go outside and strike those matches and they start a fire and that fire burns down a neighbors house and our child returns and demands more matches crying, ‘we have … Continue reading

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Bellies Full of Plastic

There is no hope of a better future, stop listening to the optimistic TV newscasters. We are not going to save the world we are nothing more than a cancer making planet earth sick. There is no God, so I … Continue reading

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Windows

The people jumping to their deaths out of the windows of buildings engulfed in flames and the people jumping to their deaths out of the windows of buildings not engulfed in flames have something in common.    

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