Best Warnings Poems
Winds blow leaves rustle the branches strike the windows
the dogs are restless and move from the sofa to their crates
I watch the leaves and branches as they dance a war
dance the dance of ancient tribes twirling around rocks and winds
preparations begin as the evening darkness spins
a warning dance and a blacken night
clouds cover the sparkle of the stars the only light,
electricity flashes from the sky, electrical wires are shut down
man’s mechanical load, light bulbs go out candles flicker
and fine grained crystal satellites are fighting to remain
the universe stretches and sings to a sun
stronger than anything mankind has known,
each second a billion nuclear bombs explodes
with earth, and planets’ moons red, white and blue
abandoned now oxygen free, nitrogen night atmospheric
emptiness there are electrodes in the air
magnetic fields solar flares
We damage the earth and the universe prepares.
black crows are calling
In the lifting, morning fog
warnings awaken
Heidi Sands
9/17/26
(C)opyright
My credit card is over the limit
Due to Global Warming
My girlfriend left me
Due to Global Warming
I lost my job
Due to Global Warming
It was too cold last week
Due to Global Warming
It was also too hot last week
Due to Global Warming
I got the flu ten times this year
Due to Global Warming
The Blue Jays lost the World Series
Due to Global Warming
I lost my left sock
Due to Global Warming
My dear grandmother passed away
Due to Global Warming
I burnt dinner
Due to Global Warming
I farted
Ok now that's global warming
The less humans who fart
The less CO2 shall we depart
Amazing how drugs do get sold,
when warnings in ads are so bold;
more time's often spent on what to prevent
before what they're good for is told.
These warnings may not be so wise;
though scary, we must realize
lab testing does show that problems are low
so warning lists are compromised.
So how can one muster goodwill
when doctors prescribe a new pill?
Just trust his advice, forget the health price,
then swallow that pill- pay the bill!
Long lists of the 'goods' versus 'bads'...
not worth fretting warnings in ads!
betrayal, conflict, how i feel, natural disasters, nature, stress,
Foggy Flood Warnings! ©
Bells on my fingers, bells on each toe
Jingle and jangle wherever I choose to roam
Fog horns blast to guide and warn travelers
As fire licked flames burn open-handed
Ice is cold and sun is hot and when married
Receding icebergs will lose majestic wonderment
As global non-seasonal ‘warming’’ rear-ends
My bells on fingers, my bells on toes
Will toll ‘fog-warnings’ wherever I go.
Forecast
Hurricane Winds
We Survive, our friends drown
Unable to bury loved ones
Pray Hope
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True Story Katrina
will it pass this way again?
nobody knows because the community
library
has to many paperbacks and the clouds
to many sins.
will twain swirl in the rain?
will steinbeck hit the deck?
will it pass?
will a folk singer from the north play the
harmonica
piss into a gutter and give some simple
remedy?
Now there is baptist marmalade in the
sun.
Now there is rye bread in the oven,
but in a cafe on main street
there is still.....
black coffee.
white porcelain cups.
thick calloused fingers.
all the regulars gathered there just like
every other day.
an old tv flickers over the counter just off
to the left of a
warped mirror that has labor union and
mason stickers
from the early 90s on it.
Humanity's cruise
The ship rapidly goes down
More music and dance!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 April 2017
* While natural phenomena become fiercer and more distractive by the year,
see Australia, New Zealand, Peru, Bolivia, humans seem to ignore nature's
warnings!
Tumultuous skies of molten lead,
Ominous air thick with dread.
Rotation begins its deadly dance,
Nauseous swirling spurring its advance.
Allied together hail, lightning, rain,
Drop from the sky with thunderous refrain.
Out of the clouds the funnel descends.
Whirling dervish hits the ground,
Alarms go off, sirens sound.
Raging monster churns and spits,
Negating everything in its grip.
Indecent destruction follows its wake,
Nightmarish scenes so hard to take.
Grim-faced survivors survey damage done,
Strongly insisting that the storm has not won.
For Nathan D's Best of the Best contest
To hell with warnings of fools
I want to live where love rules
I want to live in your heart
Nothing can keep us apart
Baby you are my soul-mate
You are like my Juliet
I’ll love you no matter what
No one can keep my mouth shut
I’ll tell again and again
You are in my heart and brain
sharp sound of church bells
on a cold crystal clear night
warns heaven and hell
to try harder to do right
not give up on the good fight
strong gusts of north wind
ominous clouds now hover
no good they portend
bad time to feel hung over
makes good sense to find cover
cannot seem to breathe
chest seems filled up with cement
just able to wheeze
was this something to prevent
before starting to lament?
always in God's hands
strange conditions amplify
carbon footprint lands
should we continue the lie
while the planet starts to die?
There were blizzard warnings.
We scoffed at them. We were young,
and our children had to see their grandparents for Christmas.
No matter what, we were going to get there from Chicago.
Not concerned about the snow, we did not stop even after they closed the interstate.
We had already been on the road for nine hours and eleven minutes.
This drive that usually took us a little over six hours.
We had four children in the car, not only our three, but a friend of our daughter’s.
I am sure her parents were thrilled to hear the blizzard pile up reports on the news.
This is before cell phones. We had to phone them after we arrived a few hours later.
The children were twelve, eleven, eleven and seven at the time,
and luckily had no idea
how close to death we all came on that horrible December twenty-third.
This was thirty-eight years ago, and I have never forgotten it.
When I hear blizzard warning now, I do not scoff.
It is difficult to drive with muscle tenseness for hours and hours.
Feeling you are endangering your children’s lives.
Never again, never.
The doctor gave me a prescription for medicine,
and all the container said was, take two pills at bedtime;
I decided to look up the side effects and warnings,
holy smokes, the list was a mile long . . . causes dizziness.
Oh that's great, I am dizzy already, confusion, headache,
muscle weakness, WEIGHT GAIN (darn it ), slow heart beat;
chance of heart attack, seizures, liver/kidney damage,
patients may have higher likelihood of cancer resulting in death.
If breathing stops . . . call 911??? No way I will be taking
these PILLS, those w a r n i n g s are too scary for this girly girl.
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October 14, 2016
Poetry/Light Poetry/Warnings
Copyright Protected, ID 10-839-409-14
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
Taking use of a waterfly
She merrily drifts on
To a tired petty refuge...
For the last time.
The waterfly is gentle
Beyond it's appearance.
It's wings bellow
A deep hum
And it's ventriloquist eyes
Are forever waiting beneath the sea.
You lay a few cautious kisses
Upon it's head.
It's been so tedious over the years.
So careful to go
To each specific place.
It's corpulent body
Trembles in it's pace
And carries you into
A stronger current,
Ignoring the ancient palace.
Your curiosity fumbles
With his golden reigns.
He turns back
Unwillingly.
Strange.
Strange that this old waterfly
No longer knows his way.
Strange, he seems
Reluctent to obey.
She strokes his weary head
And they arrive at their destination.
What a strange being.
She wonders as she
Searches his age old face
Worn at the edges with
Touches of silver splinters
And water rust.
Each crease and fold
Holding more water
Than the hungry path in which they travel.
Don't go.
Begging,
Selfish,
Incandescent,
Loathing.
Don't go.
This is what his front
Would say
But it never makes it past his
Studded, smooth, eroded teeth.
She left.
She walked below the bridge instead.
She opened the door to the palace
Where brave men no longer venture.
She spots a cold dark woman
With a veiled face and frowning brows.
She wears a white familiar dress.
All to familiar to the waterfly flyer.
She stares at the eyes of the dangling woman.
They protrude from her skull
In a somewhat modest fashion,
Like a prostitute,
Avoiding the burns of the limelight.
They devoured her face and
Left her lips parted with slurred speech.
The wedding march
From a Midsummer Night's Dream
Slowy churned on beneath the stifled murmurs.
She heard murmurs.
Her distant husband sat in a corner
With three limpid bitter seas
Tumbling from his green skies.
He held a wrinkled, written prose
Within his trembling hands.
She left me her body,
He cried.
She always left me her body.
And the waterfly fell silent.
In traffic they go zooming in and out
not even indicating it at all.
When they make a lane change,
I Just want to shout,
“Just use your turn signal, you jerk.
One day you’ll hit somebody or a wall!”