AGE IS JUST A BS #
The number of birthdays one has had
Can most accurately be calculated
It is said that numbers never lie
But... perhaps they can be manipulated
I tend to favour the metric system
It somehow makes me feel younger
The thought of getting old and senile
Is one thing for which I do not hunger
When I contemplate my age
At 77, I'm thankful to be alive
But it really makes my day to know
That on the Celsius scale I'm only 25
It now sneaks up within the grey
And brings the Arctic air our way
Its evil spell is taking hold
So we must brace against the cold.
Celsius degrees hit sub zero
And small mammals burrow below
To escape from the worst of times
And most birds fly to warmer climes
The sky that was a joyful view
Now dreary grey replaces blue
Each day we see no sign of sun
That pleasure now is surely gone
We suffer shortage of day light
And shiver through each day and night
But we endure and we pray
That long dark hours go away
We dream about the coming spring
When daylight then is lengthening
And bringing joyful springtime skies
And then we see the snowdrops rise.
Spring Sonnet
The microscopic lifeforms in my soil
Sense the rising in degrees Celsius.
Old Summer’s red wiggler worms now uncoil,
While hungry birds look down most odious.
Most showers now done, the weeds envelope
The surviving herbs, flowers, plus veggies.
Like the weeds, slimy molluscs interlope,
Quitting the shadows with their progenies.
Scooping composted chicken & steer
Into my orange Home Depot buckets;
Troweling in costly mineral grit -
Then turning the soils, crushing silt nuggets.
The difficult tasks done, seeds in the grounds –
October pumpkins will surround the mounds.
Like a brick-by-brick castle unfolding. with scaffolding
Petals after petals of distress go on unfolding.
Feelings of hurt, ache, uncertainty, and anxiety
Like rust in iron, it pokes and corrodes my gaiety.
Is it my physique, which is ill within, that causes pain?
Is my psyche, like a parched, cracked earth, screaming to be sane?
Like a termite-eating piece of art, I crush and crumble.
On the rocks of my sadness and loneliness, I stumble.
Is my blood boiling like water at 100 degrees Celsius?
My fear, anger, and pessimism make me nefarious.
My unmet needs, relational plights, and suppressed powers
Have grown in my orchard of hearts, like cannabis flowers.
I should come out of tension, like chicks out of shredded shells.
I should, like a lotus, raise my head from these marshy wells.
I should allow the graces of the sole spirit to flow.
Like the lilies of wild fields, by divine glows, I must grow.
Let's start ourselves a fire
And I don't mean the kind
That's started up with kindling
I've something else in mind
We'll build it up real slowly
Until we're toasty warm
Who cares what's going on outside
I want a big snowstorm!!
Each of us a matchstick
We'll strike at the same time
Combine our flames together
And watch the celsius climb
Our hearths aglow in love light
Slow burning firewood
This may just be a long night
But it will be so good
Extreme temperatures,
Melting of glaciers,
Rising sea level,
Wildfires,
Forests' obliteration,
Droughts,
Drying up of lakes and rivers,
Desertification,
Hurricanes,
Storms,
Flooding, and
Landslides,
Is the vocabulary Mother Nature uses to
Pen its stern warning to Man:
" Oh, you thoughtless being, mind your ways and revere
my eternal laws of harmonious cooperation and coexistence,
otherwise, I would not be able to provide for your subsistence."
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 July 2023
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For more than two weeks, the temperatures in Greece have been around
40 Celsius, sometimes, like today, it is 45.
During this period, wildfires are raging across the country. It comes on a day that
Our firefighters are trying to contain more than eighty fires.
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Living on the Sun
can be a question
to more wise people
of this planet earth.
as it seems so difficult to fix up this world
who will have courage to live on the sun?
when it is forty degree celsius many people
looking for shelters under some trees and
in waters.
July 21/2023
Uranus, a wonder to explore,
A mystery to unravel and adore.
Seventh from the sun, a world of blue-green,
With secrets to unveil, like none you've seen.
Tilted axis, a unique sight,
At 98 degrees, it spins just right,
And negative 224 degrees Celsius,
Uranus is one of the coldest, no less.
Methane, hydrogen, and helium,
Uranus' atmosphere, a scientific realm,
Deeper within, a layer of ice,
A mantle of rock, so precise.
13 rings of dust and ice,
Water ice, their primary guise,
Faint and challenging to see,
Studying their composition, a scientific spree.
27 moons orbiting around,
Titania, the largest can be found,
Rock and water ice, its makeup,
Probing Uranus, a chance to shake up.
A cosmic puzzle, a scientific call,
Uranus, a planet that mystifies us all,
Why explore its chemistry, you ask?
To know our place in this cosmic task.
I
Delicious evening
Furtive moon, modest stars
2023 but ancient Sky
II
Cooler, Eastern Cape evenings - delicious
Blazing hot days, 40 degrees Celsius
Give way to ancient ways, in the stars
Only a few tonight (why?) And Venus perhaps?
Two of the four stars in a box, outshone the rest
- when Moon escaped the cloudy hedge
A few belts with triune stars consoled me
If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes
Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons
At -50 you might say we hit our limits
Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons
Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons
Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December
Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons
You don’t have to think too far back to remember
Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December
A 30 degree temperature swing in under a week
You don’t have to think too far back to remember
Our ability to acclimatize is really quite unique
A 30 degree temperature swing in under a week
We’re always ready for when it really drops
Our ability to acclimatize is really quite unique
Make sure to bring your parka and flip-flops
We’re always ready for when it really drops
At -50 you might say we hit our limits
Make sure to bring your parka and flip-flops
If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes
Julius
The Caesar of
July
7th of month hot
CELSIUS 89%
And rising on
Higher temperatures
Heated temperature WOW!
July
Caesar's birth was quintilis 10th of the month
Originally
Dog days spray clams
Summer thirst birth
So July symbolic ruby stones white water Lily flower
Wishing for rain brain showers it's so hot and dry
It's another summer
July
Season for hot dogs month, daily brunch
Lemonade lunch, and breakfast of cold milk in a bowl of Captain Crunch™
July
Hot degree day, children play
Swimming pool and hydrant parties
Walks through the yard and park with sandals
After dark at night gatherings
Having ice cream on the porch
These are a few things we know about
July
as the sweat rolls down my eyes
Heated so hot are the days hot nights humid these Hot days of
JULY
7/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Mom asked to buy fresh slaughtered chicken
it was 45 degrees and in a hurry to quicken
bought it. put in trunk, went to the bar with friend
time passed, I drank a lot you imagine the end
chicken in the trunk "mom, brought it roasted instead"
near ritual fire with holy chants,
dressed I sat in my stylish western suit,
day heat reading celsius forty two!
unbearable were tailored woollen pants,
my pouring sweat looked for an exit route,
where to?
if you wed in India, wear light dress,
you sweat less and look colourful and cute,
in your new suit you feel like a hot stew!
in summer heat I fainted in a mess,
no clue!
1st placement
The Speaker contest
sponsor Sara Kendrik
Written 25/10/20
11 lines abc abc dbc dc rhyme
with 10,10,10,10,10,2,10,10,10,10,2 syllable count on soup syllable counter
Will this be the last poem I ever write
Will I be drafted in the morning to fight
A fearsome enemy by dark of night
Or might I awaken to see I've lost my sight...
Will the sun come up like it's supposed to do
Will the heavens turn jet-black instead of blue
Will the temperature soar well past forty-two*
Will a wall of humidity mean hopes eschewed...
Sure this could be the last poem ever I pen
Yet the Lord might keep me around 'til 110
So I lay me down tonight, put my trust in His Grace
That I'll wake up tomorrow with a smile on my face
*42 degrees Celsius = 107.6 degrees Fahrenheit
Soundly,
... blindly low Sun races across the skies;
old run out from Mountainside;
streaking from South toward West role playing alone;
Walk across the pearl clouds shown;
Horizons celsius brilliant ball Flames toil;
Planet yellow ball moves boiled;
Lo, sunset rides, morning or evening giuse;
3/16/20
For Gif 2 Your Best Anything Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
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