Baby blue balloon,
looks like a globe,
topped
with a girly, pink bow.
It’s floating up
with pop music;
with key tines,
our hearts dropped.
The dulcet drum spins;
the lyrics heat up.
Earth is an Ice Fickle
Ice Fickle Earth by JT Curtis Feb 26th 2015
I don't know how long this
world is gonna last
As I read the daily news
things are moving fast
They say the Earth is warming up
And melting all its ice
Now listen very carefully
'Cause this is my advice
Drink beer while it's cold
And whiskey on the rocks
Have a slushy with each meal
Eat ice cream by the box
Take a cold shower when,
you would rather take it hot
'Cause no one really knows
How much time the World has got
Put a snowball in the freezer
So you can show it to your friends
When Winter now is Summer
And Summer never ends
Sell your skies before they're useless
And the big wide shovel too
'Cause things are getting hotter
This is what I'm telling you
Well, we know things keep on changing
And so shall my advice
'Cause they say when things heat up
The Earth turns back to ice
But chances are we won't be here
When it finally gets to that
But maybe you should keep around
At least one coat and hat.
Love Impasse
I am not ashamed to say it—
I trace demons of you in the stars—
perhaps because I cry at your abandon,
for once, you were the riddle in my bones.
But do I blame?
No—I should have known
where our paths split,
where an anxious exit waited slyly—
maybe I, too,
left constellations behind.
I rarely trust
simplicity of things
thanks to your abandon.
All I know is that I Loved you—
and have Loved you
and Love you—
But I could never lay my full self
in the tide of your shifting light,
nor could I assuage the storms
you held so close.
Though you are silent,
your thoughts pervade me
like serpents
silent as a crypt,
but hissing inwardly…
bleeding inwardly—
your presence in the sky sears me—
I have been woven into
your tumultuous pulse—
but the question remains:
do you feel the weight of me?
I see where my hands have cut you,
now that I bear the scars you left
just as deeply.
I have searched the ashes and all ends
for something that could spark
what we dismally buried—
a single ember—
a Hell—that
could heat up the crushing cold places
we once deemed Love.
We worship the Sun that’s wielding fire,
be still let the dandelions bloom;
Release the last of the bitter frost
allow a smile to return to your eyes;
Be still let the dandelions bloom,
it may take some time to grant wishes;
Allow a smile to return to your eyes,
all of winter you have not felt free;
It may take some time to grant wishes,
habitual magick is rising,
All of winter you have not felt free,
hibernating just to remain warm;
Habitual magick is rising,
there is a rebirth of young flowers;
Hibernating just to remain warm,
nature sometimes pauses to heat up;
There is a rebirth of young flowers,
release the last of the bitter frost;
Nature sometimes pauses to heat up,
we worship the Sun that’s wielding fire.
HEAR the voice of forgiveness in prayer
HEAT up your oven and bake pardon's fare
HEAP up homespun, yummy cookies to share
HEAD on over to that neighbor somewhere
HEAL old grudges and renew Christian care
Waiting for
alarm to go off
eyes to open
coffee to perk
shower to heat up
razor to charge
sunrise
toast to pop
the dog…
The dryer to stop spinning
The cereal to soften
The weather
Searching for
the other sock
The dog’s leash
My rain jacket
A poop bag
My keys
My glasses
That phone
Eating donuts until we are full.
We take our time, picking our haul.
Apple pie, jam, and cider.
We hear a cute barn cat purr.
We see farm animals too.
Goats climbing, like they do.
On this sunny, fall day.
On this bench, I wish to stay.
But we must go before the rain.
Holding my bag, the trip was not in vain.
At home, we feel the storm.
Inside, we are nice and warm.
We heat up cider.
And I feel my cat’s fur.
We always said we should go.
To the cider mill before it snows.
Today, we enjoyed the fall breeze.
Relaxing on this day of ease.
Wild words fly about,
your arms are caught in tremors;
We are a mirror
radiating frustration,
mulberry cheeks start to flash;
Two are too crazy
to stop and see what is true;
Heartbeats heat up quick
empty of understanding;
A blowup of slang fireworks;
Friends come together
filled with such potent faith;
Gently aggressive,
this most tender touch of trust;
Face to face no matter what.
The cold invading army has entered through the mouth and nose
Medications are ready to stop this relentless attack, trying to be composed
The body must prepare for an intense battle as germs are seasoned veterans of war
Exploding coughs are just the beginning of what I have in store
Fluids must flow freely to flush out the enemy from where it hides
As the invaders set up camp in my ears and throat, my energy levels started to slide
I can feel the battle start to heat up as my temperature starts to rise
A relentless pounding in my head was certainly not a surprise
Sleepless nights from coughing are making it much more difficult to defeat the germs, but a barrage of drugs is weakening their attack
After days of battling them, they are finally defeated and start to retract
In a short time, I will once again feel like my old self
Time to pack up all my medications and put them back on the shelf
LIMERICKS NOT WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST
Men will slobber and drool when at the beach
Cuz bikinied women are out of reach
So eat your hearts out, men
For those girls you will yen
Fine women would consider you a leech
Men are enticed by girls with flat tummies
Though theirs are obese from eating yummies
They can keep dreaming
With beady eyes gleaming
Some of the male gender are such dummies
Men think of untying bikini strings
Of Victoria Secret girls with wings
They'd like to touch their tush
or better yet their.... shush!
Men want to do so many wicked things
Ogling girls clad in skimpy bikinis
Wishing they had three wishes from genies
Each one would be the same
Trying to UP their game
With enlargements for their teeny weenies
Turn about's always considered fair play
Many women would be glad for a lay
With a well muscled stud
Who would heat up her blood
Spendin' a lil time rollin' in the hay
For my cry
to my unveiled sadness
that someone wrap me up
in a warm embrace...
for this life
dark shaded,
a sun of joy,
or a candle stump
that if it doesn't heat up,
at least a little lightens...!
Yo yo yo check it check it yo yo yo
stopped being myself right around birth,
blood flow circulating now some places hurt,
I got up around the time my mother went away,
That's because the planets my real mother,
she just got the say,
They say why you gotta work don't you hurt just give up,
I say why you gotta give let me live just heat up,
When he turned and walked away,
That's when the blood from my lips changed to present day,
See each cell in the body is an imprint of who I am,
So if I can't clear my youth I never get to start,
I want to wear a suit but too young in the heart,
Bloodflow change at the top of my brain,
Pressure finally reached it time to clear my name.
I opened my patio door today
I don’t care if it’s ninety-five!
Inside this senior residence
It's always too chilly.
In the winter you hear
complaints of the cold outside,
And yet it’s a hothouse inside.
Is it really winter?
Then summer arrives.
Air conditioning takes over.
Suddenly I need warm clothes..
Where's the summer?
I want to know it’s summer.
I want to smell the fresh air,
Hear birdsong and smell flowers,
Even feel the heat (up to a point).
So I open up my doors
And sit outside on my patio
or in my living room loving
My un-airconditioned summer.
Money not in one’s purse for long
Does not make a welcome song;
Attract it does notions of a curse
Not all of them hurled at the purse.
But it is a challenge to self reimburse
And try to become one’s financial Nurse,
So that things don’t heat up to a worse
And bombs you never wanted at first
Fatally going ahead to burst.
Money for long not in a purse
Makes one’s tips tightly purse,
Ceaselessly fetching one languid remorse
And me keeps a rolling stone, no moss.
you and I got fish to fry
you and I got fish to fry
you and I got fish to fry
baby heat up that grease
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