Flame of Phoenix Rose

Dying rose pedals floating everywhere on silent shore,
Where romance has turned into war,
That once, in lost past, signified a true love,
Now spill blood of hatred and misery thereof,
O! Such betrayal like a fierce fire to vaporizing ice,
That turned celestial matrimony into ashes of atrocious vice!

Lonely beside the shore, forever wavering,
Missing true love that found itself once eternally savoring,
A sense of love so intensely stained and maligned,
That defiled pure and innocent mind,
O! Where is the renewed hope?
That with innocent life should cope?

There is plethora of red, red roses scattered everywhere!
Imparting the imploring heart with emotional glare!
Desirously desiring for something youthful and flames to rouse!
O! Roses! Arouse, like predators that enthrall heart on fire, arouse!
Like tsunami waves to erotic beach with renewed desire!
O rose! O rose! Let’s indulge with flames of immortal fire!

Cherokee's Tree

In midst of the misty perspiration stood a reddish tree,
Amongst mammoths like Hyperion and Stratosphere Giant,
Reaching out into heavens so high and true,
Looking down at youthful fairy rings sprouted from stumps,
Like offspring looking up at such a magnificent nature,
That imbibes water like there's no tomorrow,
Growing in perpetual growth without end,
As thousands came and went in their lives,
Witnessing the world of its life so long,
Silently in midst of the misty perspiration stood a reddish tree!

In memoriam of Robert Levin, Freenode's lilo

Looking back in the old days,
'Til now everything gave lilo a praise,
Forever redefined on how we all collaborate,
Laboriously and freely did he elaborate,
"Linux Internet Support Cooperative" was once his vision,
Linpeople, Openprojects and Freenode became his provision,
Together with teamwork, dedication and volunteer did we,
As network that remained so positive and free,
Gave us the purpose with our lives,
O! How much do we realize on what now his desire drives,
And how grateful are we to lilo, our great friend,
We will always be with you without end,
Freenode bids you salute and an adieu,
As our friend and leader that remained loyal and true.

The Fallen Twin Towers: The Freedom Is Still Ours

The Fallen Twin Towers, struck down by terrorist's malice,
Invoked our blood swirl, into fierce and eternal callous,
Our democracy undefeated, the freedom is still ours,
Flag waving on top of that fallen towers, broad stripes and bright stars,
Echoing the eternal Freedom with emotional fortitude,
Recalling the one in Fort McHenry where it once stood,
Smoking pentagon and the unsung heroes of flight 93,
The Freedom still rings for we are still free,
Our spirits unbroken, tested and true,
And Nation that will never, to death, subdue,
As our souls scream out with pride, "United States! United States!",
Where our eternal liberty endures, to wherever it dictates,
Let us forever remember the fallen Twin Towers,
And the undying Freedom is still ours!

Pomegranate And The Cinnamon Lodge

Wandering in your garden of fruitful flair,
Where my heart gladly fell into love to despair,
Flowing with exquisite and succulent fruition,
For my essence is on eternal expedition,
To partake my bosom with amorousness and delight,
Explodes my imploring passion outright,
Down the reddish and pomegranate creek,
Savoring in erotic indignation on your delightful physique,
Munching all those fruits with extreme bliss,
My cinnamon lodge yields its spice into your abyss,
Intermixed with sweet milk and pomegranate juice,
Sweeter as our souls merge they diffuse,
Imploding the savage fires 'til they burst,
Eternally overflowing our endless and erotic thirst.

Return of IntensorPoet

Where has IntensorPoet gone?
Vanished into drift of dying dawn?
Is flare fallen and destroyed,
Into stillness of silence and void?
Is thorne of life like a feather,
Forever drifting into frozen weather?
Seeking for its master of flame,
To where troubled heart would he tame?
Behold the fire, from dead, has came!
From frozen heart to fervent flame,
For IntensorPoet has returned with fiercous fire,
To revive his girl, her heart to inspire!
No more looming sadness, O! No more!
Replenishing IntensorPoet's love with flaring galore!
Exploding into wild and tsunamic tides,
As two lovers collide into eternal glide!
Multiplying into multiple flaming stanzas,
Filled with poetic and enduring bonanza,
To where IntensorPoet echo his passionate fire,
And set his girl's intense desire afire!

Back In The Old Days

Recollecting the memoirs of the past,
Where our youthful days could'nt last,
Enjoying the talents of our dreams,
In glory, future horizon, brightly gleams,
Where care nor concern befall us all,
So intense doth youth gladdened us all,
With energies so full of sun rays,
Back in the old days,

In everyday lives where we've been through,
Aging as our joys became a few,
With hardships we've faced with dispute,
As we constantly nurse our dying fruit,
As our next beloved generations came along,
Doth we realize in past, we no longer belong,
Forever doth we desirously ponder in all ways,
Back in the old days.

Shipwrecked Life

Life is like unto wavering sea,
Reckoning death doth mortals see,
Wavering back and fro into an ado,
To our confused minds we bid adieu,
Sinking into water of negligence,
Compassed by the Abyss of silence,
As river of pain runs down and deep,
Bleeding from delta of watery weep,
Profusely flowing from shipwrecked heart,
Dying as youthful sunrays depart,
Cursed is the hurricane, O, Saboteur!
Our dying mortals lie as myrrh,
Fragrance flowing from abyss of unknown,
Where life has left its throne.

Silver Lake

Such gentility that I see,
Wavering silvery waters like into sea,
Reflecting sun rays that sing an ode,
Sparkling like into fireworks that explode,
My eyes awed with distraught,
And my emotion overwrought,
With such Silver Lake that is hypnotic,
That brings our memories so erotic,
And our romantic explosives so beautiful,
That we found them so wonderful,
As I stare at sparkling reflection,
That reminded us of our platonic connection,
O! How I missed our sweet memoires,
As Silver Lake refreshes our intense desires!

Magnolia of Valentine

Such a sight of Magnolia floating on crimson sea of serenity,
Soothes us as our passionate hearts merge into amenity,
The moonshine illuminates splendor lights of admiration,
That outcry the awe of our intense sensation,
Water that uplifts such sweet Magnolia that bespeaks tranquility,
Flows down on my depraved soul with gentility,
Such a lovely sight of Magnolia captured tonight,
That sent our Valentine on eternal flight.