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  337.     

In our mansion at a hill of the valley

Father, left, in a theft on our way back home,
On a sunday ride crusade

Dad passed away, on a return drive crash
The corset laced to it

The forefather said goodye, at a return
crusade

Fire away!
In our mansion at a hill of the valley

Father, I miss you
You can't come back
Dad, it isn't just hurt

Fire away!
In our mansion at a hill of the valley

Where life restrains, father passed away
In a crash, on any way,

Fire away!
I wondered why,
Promoters create life
Fire away!
A mansion at a hill of the valley

Fire away!
I wondered why,
Promoters create life
Fire away!
A mansion at a hill of the valley

When you wake up, when you are gone,
The girdle strung inside
 
Pierre Rausch

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  338.     

Ahoi (Shetland transfer)

Transfert: Shetland/Oakland
Dock to scope...................................................AHOI
Skulls under keel.............................................................AHOI
Flag on board....................................................AHOI
Mast loose.......................................................AHOI
Sail stretched.................................................. AHOI
A saying at the scales...........................................AHOI

Turkish fire left, Turkish fire right
Backboard, starboard to the seaside resort

Island sight.....................................................AHOI
Tough report...........................................................AHOI
Captain: sabotage.........................................................AHOI
Banners flutter on the deck......................................AHOI

Turkish fire left, Turkish fire right
Backboard, starboard to the seaside resort

No more stock in barrels........................................ AHOI
No more stock in barrels........................................ AHOI
No stock in barrels............................................. AHOI
Hostile ships aside............................................. AHOI
Gunpowder....................................................... AHOI
Turkish fire left, turkish fire right............................AHOI
Mast loose Mast................................................. AHOI
 
Pierre Rausch

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  339.     

Under The Starlit Skies

Burnt I my father,
Saw I him burning all alone
Under a godless universe,
Standing still,
Silent and speechless

Away from the town,
Away from human habitation
Where there was none,
None in the nearby,
Just on the river-bed
By its side

The pyre was lit,
The logs arranged
And the dead body put into
And the fire was given to,
Lit into
And the logs started burning

The body burnt to ashes, fire and coal,
The logs lay they
With the clothes thrown off,
Father went away,
But his clothes saw I
While coming to the hamlet again

The earth mixed with the earth,
The wind with the wind,
The water with the water,
The fire with the fire
And the spirit with the spirit
And remained it not anything else here
To be called my own.

To vanish into the five elements
Which compose us
Will return back to,
Earth to earth, fire to fire, water to water,
Wind to wind, spirit to spirit
And everything will be gone,
Is the truth of this life, human life.
 
Bijay Kant Dubey

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  340.     

Playing with Fire

“Be careful when you play with fire” they say,
But if you never open yourself enough to burn;
Then you will never feel that encompassing day.
If you never get singed, you can never learn
How that perfect fire feels, the warmth that surrounds.

Building walls to surround and enclose only suffocates.
Digging deep fire pits only turns the ground uneven.
By attempting to avoid the burns completely, one abates
The realization, the perfect moment that could have been.
Without barriers and an open mind, the possibility abounds.

I spent a year digging the pit and laying the sand,
Building the enclosures for that perfect bonfire.
I found the sweetest hickory and maple logs on hand,
Lining them with vanilla and sage kindling, an air of desire.
All I lacked was that perfect reason to the let the fire resound.

After freezing in failed attempts and frigid nights alone,
I finally found that perfect reason to set the kindle a’ light.
Immediately the kindle sparked to life, the desire quickly a’ tone.
The chemistry between the cold air, desiring kindle and beautiful sight
Set the quickening, wild pace; the blazing fire completely unbound.


I stood a’ gasped as the flames encircled and consumed with passion.
I could feel the warmth to my core and the longing for connection.
Never for a second did my thoughts wander to the future, so ashen.
The fire simply singed me softly and warmed with loving affection
As immediately my walls were burnt, my heart thawed, my fire found.

After another amazing night, I ventured out into the world
Only to return to have found the fire overcome itself with passion.
I could still feel the last residual, addictive heat from all that unfurled.
I began to wonder if I could have sustained the fire, maybe on a ration.
But alas, I had done all to my best; I enjoyed it all this time around.

For the first time, I could gladly say it was completely worth the burn.
The chance to feel alive and to feel the fire blazing in me
Was the greatest gift that my fire, my friend, could ever return.
Though I would have kept the fire ablazed, a shared jubilee,
I shall enjoy the time, the passion, the flame with zealous renown.

“Be careful when you play with fire, ” they say.
As the sand I had laid as barriers turned from cold, coarse
Resolve into radiant, fragile, beautiful glass heart stay,
I argue that one should play with fire without remorse.
Even in the ashes, after the worst burn, a single ember remains.
 
Robert L. Bixler III

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