As sunlight slides behind the hill
And shadows start to disappear
My body feels a soothing chill
As sunlight slides behind the hill
Reflections on the lake sit still
The moon glows on the waters glare
As sunlight slides behind the hill
And shadows start to disappear
What of this thing called love
Conflicting
Butterflies
Chills
Blush
Conflicting
Jealousy
Control
Heartbreak
Conflicting
Love called what of this thing
It's gonna be cold tonight
They predict one degree
The polar vortex has a bite
Unheard of here in NYC.
Global warming is the crime
It allows the cold to break thru here
So we must push for offshore turbines
While we sip on frozen beer.
Its gonna be cold out there
They say polar bear numbers will wane
But those bears are unaware
They're making cubs like clouds make rain.
In Antarctica it's negative sixty one
Coldest its been for 44 years
But ice shelves are melting in the sun
and nothing is as it appears.
Florida's freeze made dead bananas
Carolina towns can't cope
The reasons we must hammer
Renewables are our only hope.
Rust: Oxidation in Action!
~ Tamp down the excitement
air silently stills.
escaping harsh winter chills...,~
creatures hibernate.
Lazy sunday afternoon just relaxing
Being together stirs feelings of blissful harmony
Let's linger by the fireplace
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Spectre, South Pole's chills,
Frost clawing at window sills,
Vague fears, old age thrills....
I am fortunate,
Very much at all!
With the weather
In particular, nice
Manila Bay should
Be like this, rain,
Clouds and puddles.
midnight hides a fear
that stopped the whizz of the winds
chills run down my spine
A head cold in December
and the sun is brilliantly high
pinned to a sky-blue sky.
He needs an image for this distressed kind of joy,
a banana shaped image
full of starch and potassium,
one with yellow prehensile lips.
He sticks a wet nose
out of the garden door.
The squirrels are confused,
small birds hop around
as if they had just won
the lottery.
He needs a significant sniff,
one that suggests
apathy and elation in one snotty sound.
Shrugging,
he retreats to a laptop to key in mixed feelings.
Google notifies, that
that page -
Cannot Not Found.
Oh, the chills I get when he turns his presidential back!
On the thousands left to die in Afghanistan, what a sorry hack.
Reminds me of creeps in world history,
Who adored themseves, more than thee!
He would have been great,on Hitler’s team!
Which makes me want to both cry and scream!
Stop thinking he would never mandate killing.
He has millions who’d do it for him, more than willing.
A god, he thinks he most definitely is!
Wonder if he could pass the nuclear football quiz.
He can blow nations off this earth.
And tyrannically rule the USA, that is my dirth.
Neither the Constitution or USA rights, will need uphold,
Just mandate after mandate in that whisper,to both young and old..
I ask you, pray to God, for all please do?
As he propogandizes, nations and me and you!!!
9/30/2021
Central Nervous System
The drugs they give
What these drugs do
You have no idea
Dark Syndrome
Weird Feeling
Nervous breakdown
Micro Poisoning
Inner Reaction
Unconscious Mind
Brain Halt
Blurred Vision
Body Jamming
Silent Death.
Note.Suicidal tendency,paraplegia and shocks.
Lesson.Symptoms may vary from person to person.
The tea party guests were warmly welcomed,
By Frankenstein and his just-married bride.
All their nearest new neighbors had come,
To their quaint estate in the countryside.
The refreshments were utterly delectable,
The cakes and cookies so moist and sweet;
But unease among the guests was detectable,
Lending chills to the golden August heat!
Host and hostess were witty and charming,
But there were stitches upon her forehead;
And the screws in his skull were alarming-
Pale excuses were made ere the guests fled!
Written just for fun, and not for the contest
The little things that we dream
Looking forward to be the cream
The whispers that we here and
The chills that we feel….
We twist and turn, Crush and crumble
And wait for the day to cross the hurdle
And when that is done, we open our wings
And take a breath to see the world, for what it is
The fragrance of successes, the hard work that matter
The sourness of failure, can bring back the greater
The power of our passion can turn things up and down
If not today then the next, surely you can be your best.
Every week one of my people sleep,
Racial equality is not as true as we think.
I’m off from work, maybe I’m a threat,
Ahmed Arbery was a target, don’t forget.
Chains will always surround me,
No matter how free I may seem to be.
Land of the free is America’s motto,
We lie defenseless and seen as targets.
America is quarantined for COVID-19,
I’m quarantined for being black only.
I’m a threat for simply being black,
My skin color makes you feel attacked.
Just one look and you call the cops,
I see a black person is taking a walk.
Maybe I should wear a white mask,
So, you don’t see black and quickly attack.
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