Best Thermo Poems
Living on a mountain top in Vermont "Spring Showers" are very dangerous
With several feet of snow still covering the rocky terrain above the tree line
a recue unit is always prepared for the fools that climb the cliffs; unprepared
They pay no heed to the weather report: Spring Showers today and tomorrow
on top of a mountain the rain falls and creates tiny rivers under the snowdrifts
A slow rain tears the bottom layer of snow away with a sheet of ice at its base
The potential now for an Avalanche just rose 80%.Are there fools climbing today?
every fifteen minutes, the rescue squad check their gear. The thermo body raps,
Snowshoes, Snow spikes, heat sensored depth poles,helmets with red, yellow,
and green push on lights, two way radios;checked batteries,Coffee and Whiskey
When one lives up here long enough; You can hear the snowdrifts : drifting
It has been raining for almost 48 hours,as raindrops keep falling my fears rise
Down in the Valleys, they cherish the April Showers,looking forward to May Flowers
I have to go now and call on my ham operator radio for assistance.The alarm is
ringing, the Snow is rumbling down the side of the Mountain.You asked to tell why
we do or do not like Spring Showers. I will tell YOU when and if I Return.
April 15, 2013 for the Contest : "Spring Showers" Sponsored by "Russell Sivey"
Categories:
thermo, mountains, natural disasters, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Ok let's go up to the fire tower, talk with Ranger Ricky, Heh, heh,. What's so funny Harry. When I was a kid we use to watch the Ranger Ricky Show. He would run Popeye the Sailor cartoons and every week He would say "An a very Hap-py Birthday to the viewers."An a very Hap-py Birthday to Harry, he is 8 years old today.He helps his Mom around the house by doing the dishes and sweeping the floors. Morning Rick, morning Harry, I've been expecting you. I have some bad news, the avalanch started at the top of Demons Bluff. Your chances of finding those kids are slim and even slimmer finding them alive. There is some good news, 7 members of Killington Rescue have joined the search.That's great, the four of us have 2 advantages, we only have to climb 50 feet to the top of the mountain. Demons Bluff is on the otherside, down hill with very little snow
for 3 quarters of a mile. What's the secound reason asked Billy. Harry cooks as well
as he knows this mountain, he is an Ace Rick, stop! Alright, I have 5 thermo-laser poles, should we bring the 5th one. Yep, I'll carry it.
To be Cont.
Author's note: This all took place in less than a 5 minute span if you think we were Dilly-dallying
Categories:
thermo, life, nature, birthday, morning,
Form:
Narrative
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXI
IF you pull a long Moon face
Watching our Earth clad in sparse swirling white sarée
Her aqua-marine waters cuddling her reddish brown body-surface
The dazzlingly rare Pearl now throttled by deadly débris
If you then pull a long Other-Moon face
Rolling weightless in a space-ship bathed in thermo-dynamic ray
You turn your thoughts on the marvels of the man-made science race
And then give the credit to Our-Nation GOD Is this really okay
Then if you pull a long bright Sunny face
And forget the reasons why this World of ours has gone astray
Man's inhumanity to Man how warring nations destroy Nature's grace
Pollute the depths of oceans cancer in the bowels flora and fauna sans say
If you continue to pull a long self-satisfied face
In the name of the Lord for every national achievement His blessings pray
Then repeat non-sensical myths and rituals in His Honour according to race
Reduce the United Nations to hypocritical inner politicking yeah-say
Thus if you must pull a long-travestied face
All through the Ages on the dictates of your incontrovertible DNA
Seek by every economic ruse power of class and caste on skins of race
Sing not of the beauty of this rare Pearl decorating space Put the blame squarely on Divine Lila play
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 20, 2019
Categories:
thermo, dance, earth, god, moon,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Fate or coincidence
as if we have a choice
constantly at odd
with those who share
a difference in their voice
as if we could change the world
so pretentious for us to concieve
as if only a single soul
still in me would believe
Fake or conciousness
a notion to betrothed
as if you betterment
was for me to love and loathe
everything in place the explanation
was there was a grand design for that
or just a repetition of certain circumstances
and leave no chance to reason
Break the code
or break the mode
broken cycles, growing old
fading voices go being unknown
but my choice is mine alone
take the hand of a higher power
or take a thermo nuclear shower
submit or be done with
tossed out like the waste
just a tiny hint of power
leaves a certain taste
corruption is only almost certain
free will still relates
to the points so poignant
they are pinpointed mistakes
not yet made
Premeditated, so there goes destiny
as if a higher power
has the power to contain me
as if a higher consious is out there
for me to have
thats the only certainty I know
almost for sure why I push back
the unknown is out there
driving all so called life
for you so call everything
must come easy for you
like butter to the knife
and you wonder why your drowning
and cannot break the surface
look deep inside your mirror
into the fate you may be worthless, coincidentally
Categories:
thermo, dedication, depression, faith, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Ink blotting covers looks like souls trying to escape from a cluster
Shanking each other, blood spilling in a gutter
People hating one another, melting butter
The back of a butterfly, a hand partially covering an eye
Cloud in the sky a working mind in thermo radiation
A cooking guy
Pennies in a wishing well
Enemies in a holding cell ,tension in the air
A dog biting a man with a bag full of mail
Love repelled,
A glove inflated than popped ,the release of it’s hot air
Sound of a rip tear
Frequencies in microwave a picture of a solar flare
A working imagination, hallucinogenic animation, a scenic illustration
A sink draining, a monk in deep meditation
Party and celebration, ends meeting
The vibration of vocal chords when your speaking
Pungent odors reeking, a hangover
Pain, a crushed up range rover
A spilled on cup holder a puddle of liquid on a table
Lies made up by fables
A face against a glass, Xerox of a... butt
Thoughts about the past, a bum digging in my stash
Then I had to whoop his... butt like he stole something from me in the past
A well lit flower smiling in the sunshine
Blades of grass whispering in a huddle
From striking beauty a man tongue tied
Water being thrown from a puddle
A brief sensation of pain, the creation of a stain
Steam from a train, the wild that seem tame
Stain glass windows sun beams that protrude tears that trickle
Trees that snicker shadows that gaze
Thoughts that wither, ambition that fades
Having epiphanies feeling reborn
A field of corn full of life ,a cats purr
A cup of ice water stirred
The echo of waves submitting to gravity and current
A melancholy person with a smile that’s reassuring
A yell from triumph, an echo reverbing
A bond forming, a long wait that’s boring
The fear of mind control fear of the unknown
An adrenaline rush from a quick descent from high to low
A sore throat
Water dripping constantly on cement until it corrodes and forms a hole
Categories:
thermo, imaginationfear,
Form:
(10/01/11)
All that she knew was that it was a snowy day
And she was in a horse pulled sleigh
The blanket was covering her
From her knees to her feet.
The thermo of hot chocolate was such a treat.
The frozen lake, the snow covered trees
Was truly a sight to be seen.
the birds high up in the trees
Whistling so cheerfully
Singing songs of summers past
And how the winter came so fast.
The ground hog not wanting to come out
He knew well what winter was about.
The ground was covered in a blanket of white
All roads and paths were out of sight.
That did not stop this horse pulled sleigh
He had gone thru this many a day.
He had a covered barn that awaited him
That was the reason he had a grin.
The animals were frantically searching for food
The possums, the raccoons, the rabbits
And The squirrels too.
With one purpose in mind
And that was to stay alive.
As she got to where they were gathered
She pulled out from under her blanket
A five pound bag of peanuts and seed
for her to feed - these poor
Little creatures who always came around
When there was no food to be found.
She was the snow white of this land
Always there to give a hand.
So when you see a squirrel stop and stand
on its hind legs, it’s to see if it is their snow white
Who helped them on this cold winter night.
Categories:
thermo, seasons, winter, snow, food,
Form:
Rhyme
I wonder sometimes if longing
is no more or less than misplaced belonging,
on my list of absences
that are more honestly presences
we have deferred explicitly owning right now,
you and I potentially co-empathic,
Left with Right dialectical insides and outsides,
without even knowing this absence from each in-
and outside other.
Things and relationships and transactional places
longed for yet unseen and unknown
we walk within and of and for in outflowing imaginations
both within and without ego/ecoconscious polypathic sacred-organic
ecology.
Bicamerally,
as Yang to Yin to not not back to positive Yang
we long to belong to no longer longing
to become to not not simply be
ecoconscious healthy EarthTribe cooperative reorganizers,
as, hopefully, was, and remains, Elder RNA's original organic regenerative designs,
Earth's original thermo-resonant polyculturing climate intent.
Personal and familial history
evolves into ecopolitical re-creation and de-generation stories
of great, and more typically smaller, transitions within dipolar climate histories,
ecological WinAnthro/WinEarth evolutions of octaved major thru minor memory dialects,
musical pitch and personal rhythm patterns of vibrating light
across evolution's transformative polypathic through monopolistic trends.
BiCameral CoBinary neurosystemic anthro-intelligence
recreating ecosystemic Gaian-intelligence matriarchal mysteries
HerStory cooperative strings and tales of evolutionary synergies,
authentically integral
indigenously and wisely owned incorporations,
divestments from dysfunctional climatically revolting competitions,
unkind suffering loss and death,
slowing domesticated empire-building force of irreligious nationalistic form
by day,
tsunamis and hurricanes and Earth's quaking futures by night
As perceived through bicameral co-evolving eyes,
still longing to belong within co-empathic humane-divine
nature-spirit Me/We ego/eco-systemic healing
body-mind belonging
cobinary
neurosystemically felt-thought longing
anima/animus rebalancing belonging.
Categories:
thermo, desire, happiness, health, longing,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Solutions
to all the solutions
filling our mind
with resolution
let go of harmony
rise and fill that void
of people so annoyed
and toying the questions of our concentration
of points of origins
organs that cant be changed
disarrange from our own reality
x runs the spot
filled with pentagonal anomalies
started from all these prophecies
contacted from degrees of genetic trees
build and it shall be broken
the people arise in a prism of colorful incantation
left outside for the enterprise
of mass revolution
filled with concentration of hats of republicans
born from reptiles with eyes slanted in such manner
set aside in a thermo nuclear age
destroy all the weapons
leaving only solutions to pollution and all retribution
our mind is lost in a world filled with techno
idealistical spiraling to decimation
of our destiny to see the anology of faces
Written tonuhalan/4/4/06/Tues.
Categories:
thermo, people, people, people,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A free verse is a free verse in it's beginning,
no matter the form of it's ending!
Free only is the verse if the verse remain free.
Free as in the wind blows in rustles of tree leaves.
Freedom as birds glide on thermo updrafts,
over slanted mountain peaks.
Free as whispers of voices or so it seems,
in the freedom of wind through tender young
branches of Pine needle fingers.
Say as one pleases in one's freedom of speech,
in the words of freedom’s verse as new consciousnesses awake.
Freedom loves freedom, freedom belongs to freedom,
freedom has it’s source to freely give.
Life is as free as free verse disperse.
O Cosmic breath, expel your consciousness,
I await, I listen, I anticipate. In the freedom of
cosmic consciousness, I begin, I proceed,
my beginning is my end, my end is my beginning.
All, as I dwell inside the freedom of now.
Life’s freedom lives in the now, like a free verse,
it needs no plot. Freedom to be for sake of being,
in finding joy in being, whatever the form.
My joy is thus fulfilled in being uniquely self.
Matters not the form, it only purpose is for
experiencing the freedom of being uniquely free!
Come! Soar, with me, in the spirit of the
eagle's glide upon freedom love's source,
of a free verse disperse.
Categories:
thermo, allegoryfreedom, joy,
Form:
Free verse
Oh the horror!
The pestilence of the ivory flies,
gliding down the wind canal,
feasting 'pon the grass,
till there's nothing left;
but a blank canvas.
Oh the sneezing air, we breathe.
the sinus poison wrought,
stealing warmth within our hearts,
corrupting frozen thoughts.
What brush can fix this canvas?
What thermo reads the fall?
What shelter saves our frozen skulls
...from the onslaught of the ivory flies?
Tis the end,
the bitter sweet caress of summer;
the violet roses I have grown,
smothered by this ashen canvas,
stealing warmth, replaced with cold;
...oh so very cold,
frozen tear drops do no justice
...to this cold.
The type of cold I've never known.
With a side of pestilence,
the invasive curse blankets us all.
I scream in terror
...as my woolen coat is swamped with flies;
those ivory flies
which invade our world and steal our warmth.
...To the detriment of the public's laughter,
I shriek in terror,
yet those laughing voices mock me with indifference.
What do they know that I do not?
Categories:
thermo, nature
Form:
I DREAM OF LIGHTING DANCING IN A RED SKY.
BLACK CLOUDS
ACID RAIN
THE EARTH SWEEPS BEFORE ME
HORIZONS OF SILENT DESOLATIONS
A CHASM OF GREAT VOLUME BREAKS
BEFORE MY VISION LIKE A WAVE
OF DRY SAND DIVIDING
GREAT LANDS ONCE RULED
AEONS AGO BY ANCIENT EMPIRES
ONE OF "GOD WE TRUST" AND MINI MARTS
ONE OF THE GREAT MOTHERS RED STAR.
THEY RUSHED IN A RAGE
TO THE FIERY END IN THEIR LAST PAGES
AN AGE BURNED THE EARTH
IN THERMO FROST
ICY FIRE
A DAY THE WORMWOOD FELL
NOW A MILLENNIUM FOLD
DEATH
REELED IN GLEE FOR IT IS LORD
OF THIS LIVIN’ HELL
AS I HEARD IN STORIES TOLD
THE LAST LINE OF EVE
THE LOST LEGIONS OF ADAM
HUMANITY
COWER ON A BRIDGE OF STONE AND GLASS,
RUST BLEEDS INTO DYING GRAND RIVER
DRIED REMAINS OF GREAT OCEANS,
BRIDGING LANDS OF ANCIENT WORLDS,
ONCE IN TIME
HOPE
TRIED
TO QUITE HATE AND RAGE IN A DISTANCE AGE
A HANGING FORTRESS OF HOVELS
WAS FORGED A MILLENNIA TOLD
WHERE SOULS SCRAPE OUT A MEAGER LIFE
A RAMBLING MONA5TERIES
OF OLD CARS AND NEON BARS
WHERE CAGES OF IRON HIDE WOODEN CROSSES
FAITH IN THE AFTERLIFE
I STAND BEFORE THE BEHEMOTH AND FEAR ITS
MIGHTY SPANS THAT CRISSCROSSES FORGOTTEN
LANDS (I WISH IT FROM MY SIGHT)
IN DREAMS I SEE ITS MIGHTY
SPIRES DESTROYING MY
ENVISIONED LAST DESIRES
MY IMAGES BRAKE AND
FALL ONTO NIGHTMARES OF
A ONCE GREEN WORLD NOW
VISIONS RETURN
BRIDGING THE LANDSCAPE OF
MY MIND-EXPANDING A RUINED EARTH
UNDER CRIMSON SKY
DISEASED BLACKENED THUNDERHEADS FLY
ROVING TUNDRAS OF GLASS BLOWN BROKEN SAND
I WIPE ACID RAIN FROM MY NECK
I TURN AND LEAVE THIS TOWERING WRECK
OF
VERMILION CHROME BLEEDING
INTO INFERNAL LANDSCAPES & NIGHTVISIONS
(Based on a real nightmare)
Categories:
thermo, adventure, age, allegory, america,
Form:
Free verse
Before the primate known as “man” became loquacious,
With all his fishnet shenanigans, skylarking monkey shines,
And thermo-nuclear weapons,
There was a time when words among men
Had not yet become discrete utterances
Encoded with agreed upon meanings.
It was a time when disputes were rarely settled
Through diplomatic concordance.
During that long stretch of pre-history,
Our ancestors’ best efforts at verbal communication
Consisted of assorted grunts, howls, squeals, screams, cries,
And presumably laughter.
Conflict negotiation in Paleolithic times
Might have involved all these primitive sound bites,
But would most likely conclude with blood being spilled.
The development of verbal language among humans
Would require the evolution, over many generations,
of various specific anatomical adaptations.
The mechanisms that enable us to fill our lungs with air
And expel it in a gymnastic manner up our throats,
Around our tongues, through our teeth, and past our lips,
Allow us to produce all the recognizable vocalizations
That comprise all the languages of the world
With all their vocabularies and grammars.
For most of pre-history the genus Homo
Merely grunted, howled, squealed, screamed, cried,
And occasionally, it might be hoped, laughed.
The development of verbal language among humans
Would lead to the invention of promises, oaths, and vows,
But also lies, deception, and inhuman oppression.
In the end, we are all just talking monkeys.
Talking monkeys that still grunt, howl, squeal, scream, cry,
And sometimes laugh, whether it’s appropriate or not.
Talking monkeys armed with thermo nuclear weapons.
Human history may be heading to an inevitable conclusion;
Talking monkeys will never be anything other than talking monkeys.
Categories:
thermo, allegory, angst, culture, dark,
Form:
Blank verse
“Do you know where hell is?”
Lee Marvin growls in headsets.
New Year, sixty-eight.
Hauling freight ten thousand high,
bomber out of Platts, NY,
is cruising over white.
“Far out,” (someone on intercom),
“Iceland’s green, and Greenland’s ice.”
Routine run. Five megatons
of H-bombs in the bay. Nice.
This war’s sure cold.
We’re pole patrol,
airborne early-warn. Normal day.
Wrong code? Overload?
Who knows how things occur?
Conflagration. Drastic action.
Navigator’s station now a blur;
rapidly ablaze, reeking
smoke like squid’s ink,
stink of burning plastic.
“Get to Thule! Think!
There’s a US base there,
if we can lock on to its beacon.”
“No dice. We’ll hit the ice.
It’s a miss.”
No-one had figured on this.
High-explosive triggers,
to detonate the bombs in anger,
are touched off by the burning fuel.
Crash site, south of Thule,
takes time to find, to figure,
in the blinding white.
The inferno boils great slabs of ice
and each thermo device
is charred to charcoal.
Plutonium flies everywhere,
soaks into tundra, floats on air.
They “clean up”, sure,
whatever that means.
Radioactive poison spores
have long lain locked
in green-white tiers,
but now meltdown nears.
A tragedy is forming,
nobly.
Lightning strikes twice:
contaminated ice is,
as you read this,
globally
warming.
Categories:
thermo, environment,
Form:
Rhyme