The hottest streak of days I've ever known;
Enough rays to heat up both dust and stones.
Heat hangs low beneath the dry clouds.
She smiles and waves continualy and loud.
The nights cool but just a bit.
Much gratitude is offered for it.
Officially, Autumn's just a few days away.
Perhaps she will bring us much cooler days.
Until the next season breaks heated waves,
We'll keep cool and try to be well behaved.
Took trash to the curb for this week's pickup,
And did a few more early morning chores.
In a region I once knew,
Were tasty days not a few.
Those summer rays would heat up the days;
But usually, a delta breeze cooled the nights.
Our present region has no such delight.
But on this early mid- August morning,
A summer breeze said "Good Morning",
Soothing me softly as I watered the flowers.
She blew gently as I also watered the pepper
And tomato plants.
The soothing gentle breeze felt my gratitude.
Sensing my curiosity, and discerning my present
summer crave, she quietly said to me,
"Like an Arch Angel, I broke through the
Torturing heatwave just to give you a taste
Of another form of the heavenly manna".
Beaming and satuated with delight,
I took a seat under our back balcony.
Cadre, thou art quincurion.
Five pointed star says sight, scion.
One in the center, mighty strong.
Four on the sides to greet the throng.
Clamber right o'er that wall, burglar.
Prize in thy eyes, shoot past the par.
Combination lock, face of safe.
O machine gunner, time to strafe.
Quinnat, move thy force in quinnet?
Pincer formation wins the bet.
However, salmon, wedge has wings.
Beware the spinneret. It stings.
Coalacanth, in the glassy lake.
Life is a rogue with thirst to slake?
Turmoil and trial? Fresh ocean blue?
Red rabbit, river, run straight through.
Quoddity, haunt the quadlibet?
Placard, plinth alabaster. Yet:
Relevance, where do you stake claim?
Pertinent, prosper. Fling, O flame.
Entelechy, thy entalpy.
Reason, heat up and sing in me!
Tangle, my thought-spark! Lightning falls!
Blistering broadsides by the balls!
Salve of diviner, vision weird.
Cel animation leered and jeered.
Alien skies and faces strange.
Jagged pulsation, range the change.
Electric shock, fire furious eyes.
Bring back the bolt that fastest flies.
Whirlpool, hum and whir. Broken bow.
Whippoorwill, swallow, undertow.
baking peanut butter cookies, created in haste
salivating in anticipation of their sugary taste
oven cannot heat up fast enough to satisfy me
I eat a couple of raw ones, two or maybe three.
While I was waiting...
For weeks of strong tease,
That weak mind's rating-
Shadow haunts at ease.
While I was looking...
For years of calm peace,
That heat up cooking:
Lighting love(s) apiece.
While for forever...
Stillness holds my breath;
While yours seems clever,
Ignorance stages death.
But I know, lies stare;
Yet looks unaware.
my daughter is kowtowing to her piano tutor as he leaves our home,
which is a bit much
there's no need to turn on the heating in the car
as it takes too long to heat up, so let's save the battery
the sky was looking like it had just attended a funeral,
which is a simile stolen from a student's homework
i've folded up forty pairs of socks as an art piece
and at the jazz club i must begin the applause for the solos
does anyone own a battery powered travel hair dryer?
in freezing winter of the sixties
our house turned frigid
we could hear the wind whistling through the walls
Mom filled empty bleach bottles with hot water
we slept with them to try and keep warm
store-bought hot water bottles were expensive
I do not need them any more
It’s not that Kansas does not get cold
but we keep our heat up and we have two dog-ovens
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.
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