Air Condition Poems | Examples

At any time

At any time
After lunch
I will have my nap
For a few hours
And in the afternoon
I will wake up
I will stay indoors
Where there is
Cool
Because my air condition
Is on
And I will do
Some work for
My Father
Because I am my
Father's poet
Also when my grandfather's clock
Chine 12:00 AM
I will turn my computer of
Then I will have a quick bite
To eat because I am starving
Also I will drink some Orange juice
With my meal
Now I will pray for my Father
Before I go to bed
First I have to turn my mind
OF
Then I will close my eyes
And drift away into a sleep
At any time
While I am sleeping
I am dreaming
With my loved ones
That I am missing
For a long time
Yes Father all my loved ones
Had died of cancer
Because they smoked like a chain smoker
Every single day

Summer's End

April came and the rains did fall,
May and June came with flowers for all.
Summer brought the heat of season,
and people sat in the living room air-condition.

Fall brought colors bright and bold,
Halloween haunted spirits nights cold.
And as the last leaf fell off the now naked tree,
Winter came and slapped a freezing spree.

In the lively hood of the dancing spring,
bustling actives merriness brings.
“Beyond the silence of summers end,”
the roll of the school bus wheels begin.

The school bus wheels rolling is great for me,
being a monitor provides my paycheck you see.
So “beyond the silence of summers end,”
the ride onto educational pursuit grins.

Her Poem

Years later
his is alone in a hotel room.
The air-condition sings to him,
the muted TV blinks its bright eye
into a darkened room.

It was in a motel room,
a room not so well appointed,
that a poem came to him,
it showed herself to his blindness,
It opened and he entered her
like a thief.

That year
he watched as her crushed spirit
left on a greyhound bus.
No one on that bus
recognized her unread poetry.

This year
here in a hotel alone
where room-service comes when called,
he recalls
trying to write of her once more
but that poem will not now come.

The Big Cat

The big cat
It was a brilliant day, summer lasted long
in the rustic landscape, I lived, when I saw a cat
in the yellowing grass, no it was not an ordinary cat,
but a cheetah, it had been running after cars not
quite catching any, and now it was tired.
The car had no air condition all windows were open
the cat vanished from view when there was 
a commotion in the back, the cheetah had grabbed
my old dog and run away, into the bushes.
I was consoled by the thought my dog had put up a heroic 
Fight before the cat ate it.
My neighbour gave me whelp this helped me, dazed
as I was by my grief.

Sixty-Four Forevermore

Sixty-four Forevermore
By Franklin Price
6/4/2018

Sixty-four forevermore
This month it has been fifty-four
In cap and gown walked down the aisle
The memories still make me smile

Many together all the years
From one through twelve from milk to beers
Sometimes bad but mostly good
Day to day lived as we should

No air condition in the school
To skip a day was sometimes cool
The beach was calling out our name
To not be caught part of the game

On week-end nights a drive-in show
To watch or not you never know 
With luck a date to share the scene
Sometimes distracted from the screen

We also met at the tastee-freeze
Or the A&W to shoot the breeze
To see each other and be seen
The dining drive-in had no screen

Spoke to each other face to face
While snacking at a drive-in place
No cell phones then to help our fate
We did not text to find a date

Those were the days at least I think
To friends from then I raise my drink
I toast you all to end this rhyme
Those days I think a better time

Jacket Is Put On

C-old chilling raindrop 
H-as left Monday night; 
R-ising sun above the horizon 
I-s setting things aright. 
S-eventh day February breaks, 
T-wilight and dusk are over; 
I-t's a beautiful Tuesday, 
N-ew light is brighter than 
E-mber. 

M-ake the room cool, 
A-s you start to air-condition; 
G-reat birthday is warmed, 
N-ice jacket is put 
O-n.

The Invader

The Invader 

August night, air condition off no electricity, dying in my 
own “sweat,” a word I wasn’t going to use again. A sudden 
gush of hot air makes the curtain move, in a surprised way 
like an English castle ghost caught unaware in the armoury. 
The gush is full of crematorium ashes, cling to my face 
won’t come off; I’m tired have no strength, when I finally 
get to the bathroom, my face is clean, ash has gone through 
my skin followed the blood stream to my heart and brain. 
I know share my body with someone else; a soul that didn’t 
want to leave, but demanded more time. There have been 
subtle changes I have a hankering for tea, no milk and two 
lumps of sugar, I leave the loo lid down and keep bathroom 
clean. The feminine side of me keeps my coarse ego at bay; 
I do not sweat anymore but transpire.

Spoiled Dog

air condition dog
she hates summer
spoiled

The Two Nation America

The Two Nation America 
It was in Huston some years ago my ship was being repaired, 
it was a dry ship – no alcohol allowed- its skipper was teetotal
we had to be too, petty tyranny. I walked ashore to liquor store.
It was a poor district where roads and pavements had been 
neglected. Factories closed down, no point spending money on 
people who didn’t work. I felt nervous by those leering black faces 
 thought they were ready to rob me and steal my booze.

The store a place, young men grouped, seeing me going in made
acid remarks about my whiteness, they made grunting noses.
To ask for wine was a waste of time, bourbon and beer, I bought 
four bottles of vodka and a bottle of seven up to dispel the idea
I came here for thr booze alone. Coming out of the store I saw a blue 
lettered bar across the road it had air-condition, I had a beer and 
later many more. Then it was dawn time to go on board.
 a cruising patrol car  stopped, to tell me I was lucky to be alive, yet 
I had four bottles of vodka in a bag; and yes, a bottle coca cola too.

Just Us

Suppose there is no life in space, just us. And we inhabit Mars,
air condition Venus. Hold family barbecues, national holidays
on Mercury. Fly to Jupiter for spas of ammonium nitrate.
And go farther afield in the galaxy and on to other galaxies
leaving behind map-faced men, crow-like women and open gates.

Who will be the first-born human on the moon? News
from the moon colony! And so on, on every planet where
we've visited and established dusty villages or vast cities
over thousands of centuries. Then, will we not have somewhere,
somehow, under some sun's rays become another species?

Not Socially Inclined

Not socially inclined 

We drove to Cascais for two days holiday at 
a posh hotel and I promptly fell ill a sort of fever
I do not travel well.

My wife and her extended family had a swell 
time, while I shivered under three blankets and
claimed the air condition was sat to freezing.

On the third day I arose, had solid breakfast
no had seen anyone recover so quickly, it is
I said because I’m a Norwegian   
  
After breakfast and packed suitcases time for
goodbyes, lots of kissing and hugs 
and they all hoped I would be better next year.

Ships of Poverty

Ships of Poverty 

Going through the Suez Canal in the fifties was
fraught every porthole and doors had to be 
locked or we were robbed. 

The ship swarmed with carpet sellers, thieves
and people selling dubious alcohol and 
*********** that even looked old fashioned 
and they were not shy touching up a young 
sailor.  And for us who had no education we
thought this was Egypt a country of robbers
and shameless perverts.  

The Red Sea, Persian Gulf another nightmare
on ships that had no air condition. We slept
on deck to catch the cooling morning breeze.
Our suffering made ship owners very rich.

Blame It On Her Voice

How do you fence out a song, should have made
My heart sound proof against the burglar's voice
Or set my slobbering soul in airtight steel barricade
How do stop the catlike notes from climbing joyce
And beam, or taking out a new air-condition vent
Just to break. Go ahead say its my fault, set guilt
Like a clock on me, my heart is missing and I lament
That it is her song to blame. Her voice a comfy quilt
Lull me so to peace, I tried to breathe my heart's gone
And neither was her voice there, I bet she made a pawn!

I cannot blame her eyes, I had not seen them yet
I cannot blame her subtle ways, she had not seen me
Then. I drank the honey from her lips, I've no regret
Only her voice is guilty now, I am post matrimony
And in my head the constant song, the silk melody
It has stolen reason, my heart and all else taken gone
But footprints are everywhere that voice trampled me
Took a son out of my being, and night out of the dawn
Blame it on her voice when she becomes the death of me.

Again and Again

The cold, is here again.
Our lips, are getting dried again.
Lip gloss sellers, are inflating its price again
Men will bear this brunt, all again.
The leaves are littering the ground again. 
Late student will have to pick again and again.
Sweaters would be in vogue again.
The rich won’t boast to us again.
Cos the natural cool air condition is here again.
The lotion cream has no effects again.
B’cos it’s the Vaseline’s time again.
It’s Harmattan again.
The farewell to ember months is here again.
Let’s play safe, perhaps to witness another one again!

Conditional Comfort

You will agree to this I'm sure.
We can't control the weather
but we can the temperature.

All this last week....so hot.
As much the breeze
beneath my hugh oak trees
as in the paved parking lot.

The wind crispy in its flow
wounding facial expression.
Expounding true exaspiration
at every level of discomfort I show.

The one and only consolation,
not just wish or whimsical thought.
For reconcile of comfort sought
Go inside and soak up air condition. 

You will agree to this I'm sure.
We can't control the weather
but we can the temperature.

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