sits well and nearly out of reach unless.
A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed.
Oil soaked around the bend the elbow is.
The smell around the bushes how they do.
A little stunted here and there you know because.
Oil-soaked, where gas is sold, soaked coal oil rags.
Patches on the asfhalt black translucency.
Pumping, pumping, pump the moving evening dress.
One cut above the knee becomes her considerably.
The motel in the lobby by the pump the awning shows.
A woman pumping gass beneath the moon is full.
The window shows her face, it really can not be it is.
A spell, a well soaked rag
sits well and nearly out of reach unless.
A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed.
Oil soaked around the bend my elbow is.
The smell around the bushes yes they do.
A little stunted here and there you know because.
Oil-soaked, where gas is sold, soaked coal oil rags.
Patches on the asphalt black translucency.
Pumping, pumping, pump the moving evening dress.
One cut above the knee around the tree.
The motel in the lobby by the pump the awning shows.
A woman pumping gass beneath the moon star light.
The window shows her face, it really can not be but really is.
I read a fantastic story in a far away childhood:-
That in the distant future most of our food,
will be produced from coal, oil and wood.
I dreams to jump in future, but how can I could?
But now, when all my wild dreams come a true,
I have not any idea what stew I and chew!
Coal, oil, and fossils were not always here.
Neither were fish or land plants my little dear.
They preceded Mesozoic,
And were clearly Paleozoic.
Do you want to know more? Please come sit right here.
Unable to sleep I remember-
My mind flashes back to many things;
Such wonderful gifts – our memory,
Salvation and life with all it brings
It is nighttime of long ago
Before electricity the coal oil lamp burns
Sitting up on the mantle that’s dressed
With a white embroidered skirt
Snuffed out when time for bed and sleep
The smoky scent of coal oil remains;
Soon sleep comes lasting to morning
When the scent of coal oil and coal awakens
The bedroom was in the living room
Nearer the coal burning stove and heat,
Soon the coldness of winter would come
As under the thick covers we slept
My mind remembers but I wonder
“Why is this so?” It was long ago;
Yet, it seems precious that old scene
My mind’s eye sees and recalls aglow
The irony is that the heat was temporary
While the night’s sleep was continuous
Now, the heat is automatic,
But the sleep is strenuous
I sit to write out my memory
A septuagenarian night gone by
With only a coal oil lamp flickering
In the recesses of my minds’ eye
-Evelyn Pearl
BO! BOO! BOOM!!!!!!!
Be frightened, be very frightened, BOO!! be scared!
It is about time we all got together and cared!
The doomsday clock, 2 minutes to midnight, fair warning declared!
Unless we do, that's me and you. Pay attention, let me be heard!
Plastics? Many problems since 1907 and none knowingly shared!
Fossil fuels, coal, oil, gas, all CO2 pollution; govs, businesses all jeered!
Most in denial, fake news, other countries conspiracies, they dared!
Governments have gone crazy, businesses blasé, more than we feared.
For Govs. vote green, let it be a worldwide mission, nature prepared!
Nature prepared, not for an ending, for our future, thoughts shared!
Wars, humans fighting why? One fight! For nature, you are dared!
Wars' add to pollution, not a solution, stop all pollution be prepared!
Not for death, that's final, but a future where all life will be revered!
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Not only inspired by the contest, 3 participating P/S poets as well. Love to say all by the end of the contest, I hope!
The old man came in from the fields and called out to Claire as he reached the cabin door,
With no answer he entered and there lay his darling Claire upon the floor.
The old man knelt down and gently stroked her long gray hair and wiped his tears from his
face.
Then he gently picked her up and carried her to their bed and laid her there in her place.
He laid down beside her and said now what am I to do?
For fifty three years they’d helped each other muddle through.
He picked up their Bible which was battered and worn,
And he read aloud some verses but his old heart was so forlorn.
He closed all the windows and he bolted the door,
And fired up their old coal oil lantern and dropped it to the floor.
Then he laid back down beside her and closed his eyes to it all ,
As the fire raged about him he heard one of the walls crumble and fall.
As the nearest neighbor rode up on horseback smoldering ashes were all that he found.
The old man and Claire were now eternally bound.
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