That iceberg epidermal cold wasn’t skin mythical
Mean vanilla bean uttering
was hardwood cord,
like a pirate plank board
Arctic words, cryo breath abominable —
Crystalline cruel viper vapor
violently falling like blizzard snow
Sub-zero white noise,
so cottonmouth cold-blooded,
is middle finger digital flooded
Building virulent cell blocs of ICE
at an igloo separation insane, inhumane price
Listen to the avalanche wind
dog whistling
Feral language twas cold Siberian
Abominable Snowman
loves speaking haughty Himalayan
Yeti frostbite send
is how the ICE Age extinction began
Such an Ivory behemoth clone
with a detestable heart tone,
so pachyderm pulse bitter cold to the bone
Seeking a Caucasian occasion
to angrily sound the Aryan alarm
That code blue-eye speech: Antarctica chill sensation
got cadaver cold, flatline charm
And the snow globe tears ain’t melting,
while the icy fear remains frozen
Abominable Snowman
frostily says, color blind fools
ain’t got a Hades snowball chance
Yeti still don’t demise know,
a warm aurora glow
was rainbow halo sent in advance
please submit poems
your feelings and or your thoughts
appreciated
try not to hold back
writing is most essential
get it all out now
with a little help
from the assimilated
all weeds will pattern
this collective lawn
making your poetry soup
taste buds blossom
and you will return
to feed the machine each day
along with others
integrated arts
the efforts of your sweet tears
lend poetry stains
that remain long past
any forgotten words
or computer blocs
stan sand
Your suicide
Wrests the act from the hand
So that fire can envelop the bottle
And skyward
And bright
And living
Technicolour dances in extremes.
We effervesce and burst
We rise up and with a fury
A million or more
We wilt back onto the vine
Waiting to be harvested and
Transformed into feed for machinery
The blocks and the slabs and
The blocs and the Slavs
And the pointed jagged teeth
Of a rusted saw three thousand times the size of the moon
We jigsaw and puzzle and pile up
And bric-a-brac away the inheritance
Of dead men coming into dead men’s fortunes
We store up and cascade
And chisel
At the face of a dam
As a plague of locusts descends
Within the imagery of Uncle Sam
We shoot in succession
And with twenty-eight barrels
We could split the world to pieces
And commit
Several of the greater nations
Turn and shoot and all goes black
As the litter is circulated
In samizdat and under purple cloth.
Twenty one seven! Beware of this year!
The numbers themselves should strike you with fear
With global warming sea levels will rise
Big brother is watching and plainly disguised
Bird flu is spreading - a nasty disease
The rainforest will lose over half of its trees
A batch of new leaders will run all amok
Alliances shifting to change trading blocs
The rabble is moaning and causing dissent
The coffers are empty the money's all spent
Everyone's cheating at sports for the gold
More war greater good - or so we are told
Please listen - take care - this prophet of doom
Nothing looks hopeful - it's all evil gloom
If you finish the year then get an old pen
Change seven to eight and read this again
Written some time ago - can't remember when - keep updating it each year! :-)
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