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Global Warming

Record ice storms reported in the news. Multiple car pileups. Unwary pedestrians fading into sinkholes. Power lines down, roofs caving in. God is angry, letting us know he’s still in control. No more towers of Babel! At the tower reaching toward heaven he confused their language and scattered them to the ends of the earth. He who moves mountains with his finger and sways the ocean with his breath sends the same message to us. In frozen punctuation, he shouts Quit playing God! I look for the humor in any situation. Notice the change in lingo. It’s no longer “Global Warming” but newly termed “Climate Change.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/31/2019 11:04:00 PM
Change the name... life is moving forward. Not always the right way, but moving surely. Excellent poem. Ann
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Date: 2/24/2015 3:14:00 PM
Even more accurate, "Global Colding"!!! -30F to -40F with wind chill factoring in... that's not civilized! Canadian eh!!! Cheers my Poetry Soup friend!!!
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Cona Adams
Date: 2/24/2015 3:32:00 PM
Wow, that's COLD. We spent 1954/55 in Great Falls, Montana. One day I walked a few blocks to work in -30 degrees. I only did it once! Thanks for reading, Jack. Have a great week!
Date: 2/24/2015 7:54:00 AM
Good write Cona, your verse is smooth and clear. The message is important. Well done shout it to the world.
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Cona Adams
Date: 2/24/2015 2:53:00 PM
Thank you, Robert. It was your poem which I read this morning, "World Horror Must End" that started me thinking. I remembered a poem of mine, "Raw Assessment" posted 11/27/14 which seemed to me to state much the same opinion. One thing led to another, and I wrote Global Warming, tongue in cheek. But yes, sometimes we wonder about those who get paid to tell us what they think we don't understand.

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