Fireworks - Blue Oyster Cult poem
for mikeydred's November 2026 Challenge
Clear my head of fireworks
Free me from my prison
Help me, can I be risen?
Your white pillow is not mine
Tell me, is it my time?
I’m not running from you
But your sins have come due
I’m out of your grasp
Stop trying to clasp
Me
Fireworks shoot toward you
My head’s on fire, true
I’m shaking the earth
I won’t give birth
To ambitions you think gold
I won’t bend to fit your mold
Stay away from the water
My house is not your fodder
Fear is gone, the storm grows
And he now knows
She can shake the earth
And knows her worth
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SubscribePlease write a poem or story related to this month of November or a piece inspired by the music. This poem responds to the song. Thanks Mike for the challenge.
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