She was hot


Prometheus would have been pissed

Pandora’s descendant was sporting fire




But no need to panic


A mortal man to the rescue  


Since before fire


He was meant to be her fireman


Or so he thought ……..


 Got to return fire to his kind  


Get it off the wrong being 


Approaches his destiny  


With all sense of urgency


Truck and all…..






Damn oxygen!


Couldn’t stop her from taking it in


Try as his lips might


He needed them for something else


Had to scream out how searing she was


And couldn’t keep her blaze under wraps


Had to show it to the world


Soon he would lie next to her


Draped in a feeling of dereliction


 Known as satisfaction


She is still burning


But, behold!


He too was on fire now


Her never the one to give up


Him never the one to compromise



In between many fiery a sun


Two fires will duel  


Top and bottom


Front and back


Side by side


Alas there will be no winner


For both will keep on burning


Happily ever after


More than body


Stronger than soul


 Fire they would have in common  


Long live the fire!








8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tibebe
    Dec 09, 2007 @ 11:05:12

    Betty is right you know- we have a thing. An example: I know for a fact that she had started to write a post “abo atitazebugn” but stopped after only three words. I can add more but I won’t.

    It is common knowledge that I have always been sex-crazed; just not lucky. Now that I am still unlucky, I decided to do something( even it meant writing a poem ) as an expression of my zeal (kenaenet) towards sex and say that me not having it is not because of lack of interest. Simply put no muse yet; My sources of inspiration remain the same i.e. earth, water, wind and fire.


  2. betty
    Dec 08, 2007 @ 16:47:56

    So you guys talk behind my back….

    Of course I get tibe, I get him when no one does and he gets me when no one else does. We have a thing you know what can I say…..

    Just one more thing…. who is your muse these days papy?

    Since we are getting into litratures, why not try reading William Faulkner’s ” a Rose for emily”


  3. getere
    Dec 05, 2007 @ 14:06:18

    back at you! *milas wiTit*


  4. tibebe
    Dec 04, 2007 @ 07:58:31

    I have been waiting for you to say that. I have also been waiting to respond by saying licho.So licho!


  5. getere
    Dec 03, 2007 @ 19:30:04

    yay! i got it…not a stupid anymore. good poem.


  6. tibebe
    Dec 03, 2007 @ 15:14:33

    Hey! Betty and I came up with the classification you are talking about. I guess you can say her and me were soldiers of the same struggle.

    I used to think that I could never write poems. But now I am coming up with them just like that ( please insert here the sound of fingers snapping) 🙂 What is more pleasing is that noone seems to understand them=I am no joke as a poet; big up myself !

    This way, I think I will write more of them.

    Anyway the poem is about the eternal struggle between…..

    Tell me Tilaye , what did you gather from the fragments?


  7. Aemro
    Dec 02, 2007 @ 14:38:13

    Tile, I know you are not into art rather than playing with your dog and listening jazz. You love to go to hospital with your dog. I can imagine how you missed those events.

    Tibe, me too I’m not in a group of art and football fanatics. So I can’t judge your article. I still need to know from third person who has got stupid idea . Tile or Tibe ?
    Betty may come up with good solution:)


  8. tibebe
    Dec 02, 2007 @ 05:17:26

    I think it is the second one.


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