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Fahrenheit In Blue

Fahrenheit in Blue 
David J Walker

The place of sons and 
Sons of daughters
A sky unwilling
 to rend its lights
Blue is its morning pallor 
A rusted yarrow 
Of Fahrenheits  

Blue lens and leans in clear
	Blue blocked in 
Eyes and ice
Blue washed in murky waters
Of Rectitude 
and sacrifice 

The blue night reveals its stars
the moon is

Categories: fahrenheit, allegory,
Form: Rhyme

One Hundred Degree Fahrenheit

I sat in the high chair with my legs crossed grasping for fresh air, perspiration is running down my dry face and my back is soaked with grace. The musky smell of the closet room backed me up into a corner and choking the dignity out of me. I look upon the roof to seek

Categories: fahrenheit, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, confidence,
Form: Narrative

120 Degrees Fahrenheit

Have you wondered why the sun's so far away
Coz any closer, on a Florida beach, you'd use words profane
You'd fry like a lobster
Like a deep red monster
The heat at 120º Fahrenheit gives one inexplicable pain

Categories: fahrenheit, beach,
Form: Limerick

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Fahrenheit

F ire desire lovingly aspire delicious degrees
A s if a heated arousing embrace is not enough
H as a heart beat ever been an entrusted agreement
R eflections of a haunted passion
E ncrusted in mint
N othing I need more except the warmth of her bosom against my cheek
H ot  as the evening is in this 500°

Categories: fahrenheit, analogy, body, fire, image,
Form: Acrostic

Minus Seven Fahrenheit

The high (?) today was minus seven Fahrenheit
That's ridiculous, it's a matter of fight or flight
To some place more civilized
Where my body's not paralyzed
From November to May it's a constant fight

Categories: fahrenheit, weather,
Form: Limerick

Fahrenheit 452

Now, books made of pulp are amusing antiques;
We people who buy them are all hopeless geeks.
We don't need to waste any wood when instead
We can access the Web whilst we lie there in bed.

So, why are we still killing trees without end
When all that a writer must do is press "send"?
I don't understand lumber mills

Categories: fahrenheit, books, computer, internet, science,
Form: Quatrain

Fahrenheit 451

This verse has syllables: 4, 5, 1

(Pattern of syll.’s: 4, 5, 1, 4, 5, 1, etc.)



Firemen burning
Books without a care
Hmm…
Four fifty one
Degrees burn its proof! – 
Naught!
The books, priceless
With knowledge and words
Typed,
But left unread, 
In a creative…
Way
Guy Montag is
A unique fireman…
He
Worked for ten years – 
WATCHED
The pages scorch
Aflame with pleasure – 
He’s 
Bad to the

Categories: fahrenheit, beauty, change, confusion, freedom,
Form: I do not know?

451 Degrees Fahrenheit

451 degrees Fahrenheit
The temperature at which paper burns
The flaming fire
The orange, red, and yellow colors blazing
The smoke that surrounds the flames
The same flames that are burning the pages of books
Along with the houses they are in
The people just standing there
Doing absolutely nothing
Watching their possessions turn to ashes
And their house burn to the ground
As the firemen

Categories: fahrenheit, education, loss, people, people,
Form: I do not know?