Burn up with the desire of fire
Burn til it kills off your dross
'Til you're willing to be tossed
To the tune of a loon
Under the winking moon
From sun up 'till noon
Uptil there's nothing at all left
Then you're ready to leave the shelf
You're now magnificently bereft
Selfishness flew the coop
Wanted that last big scoop
Fire passes one through the loop
Like gold comes through to perfection
One can attain a newer direction
And meet any and all inspections
Fire of desire make me appealing
For all the seasons to which I'll be dealing
Inside out burn me, to learn me, I'm reeling
What power
For the hour
Mature flower
A contest entry
- ways to burn by second-born.
500 points, ended April 25, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this piece has a nice rhythm and very likeable interpretation of 'burning'... mnoreover, the tone is so upbeat...thank you for sharing this write...
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a good piece of poetry you have penned - the tune of a loon, hehehe i like that song, it makes me dance often.
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Well thendance a little dance with metoe to toe, knee to knee hehehehehe
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Nicely done, great use of imagery and metephor. Wonderful rhyme and the flow is just right.fun to read.
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Z you are kind - this one was well kind of off the cuff and yet you saw something in it of value - thanks
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