What was that?
No Darlin', I'm listening!
Yes, you have my complete attention!
You want me to do what?
Right now?
Before dinner?
Wow...that sounds hot!
I know, we never tried that before.
No, I'm not afraid of spicing things up!
No, I'm not afraid of experimenting,
It's just that...I don't know if I can take the heat!
Of course I love you!
I love you more each day!
Okay then, if you want it hot, then hot it shall be!
Your every wish is my command!
So...habeneros instead of jalapenos in the chili then, huh?
Ooh Baby, that does sound hot!...But...we might pay the price tomorrow!
The morning slaps me awake
with a frozen windscreen,
keys in hand, scraping frost like
I’m chiselling through someone else’s mistakes.
My breath hangs in the air,
a ghost of myself
mocking the effort.
The cold flirts cruelly with my cheeks,
leaving them raw,
only for the radiator’s blast
to burn them out of spite.
The heating bill waits in the wings,
a villain in this pantomime.
“Put on another jumper,” I mutter,
as if wool could conquer capitalism.
Blanketed, I surrender to films
where faces blur into
a tinsel-coated déjà vu –
different eyes, same dialogue,
happy endings so loud
they drown out my cynicism.
Stupid Christmas songs screech
their hollow cheer,
and I let them.
They’re easier to hate
than my own thoughts.
But the air is so fresh
it cuts clean through the noise.
For a moment,
the world feels lighter –
even the weight I carry
shrinks to something
I can hold in my hands,
turning it over like snowflakes,
watching it melt
into the brittle calm of this season.
randy, Rubenesque, robust, romantic
loving their Grecian vacation
honeymooners who know how to honeymoon
living in the moment
learning each other in the most delightful ways
heating up the Riviera
birdie on a painted slat
he flutters into a rush
of spring leaves
as if he were diving into a cold pool
brr…brr
pert season is heating up
4/19/2023
Aren't you cold
It's absolutely freezing in here
Put the heating on for a while
Haha what do I look like a millionaire
Go on put it on and watch the meter
and see how quickly the money goes up
If nothing else that will send your
temperature up and through the roof
about 10 or so plus degrees
Lord, please turn the heat down up there
~ 'Soon as you turn it down where you are
Waking up shivering under my duvet,
The north wind is blowing,
Blowing through the trees,
Blowing of their leaves,
It's so cold but the heatings not going on yet,
Shivering while I dress,
A hot cup of tea is what i need,
That will warm me up.
Sitting on the sofa blanket around my knees,
Sipping my hot tea I'm warming up,
Its blowing a gale outside,
I'm glad I'm staying in,
As the day goes on the wind blows the rain pours,
I start shivering again,
It's only September but ..... on goes the heating,
I cant take the cold.
Their climate reigns
This is a land of fires
And more fires of late
Too late?
The heating earth is fuelled by gases
We keep on producing
And by we I mean them
The owners of oil
Force us to toil
For their gain
We do it again, and again
And consume their products
To get to work
And feed our families
And pay the rent
We cannot sleep in a tent
Yet their offerings leave us little
Other than crumbs from their table
And a bucket full of their spittle
The summer heat is coming quick
An anomaly says a government prick
And smiles that beam of dishonesty
While we protest
They begin to suppress us
And strap their vests
To flee
But they cannot escape their change
Only their climate reigns
John Passant 6 November 2019
Went to St Richards early today
Had an appointment so that was okay
The problem is this; I went in with a hernia
But when I came out... I had hyperthermia
Whilst no radiator did radiate heat
And I was laid out like a chilled cut of meat
The staff got abuse from a quite irate geyser
‘I'm going to Iceland to sit in the freezer’
They prodded and scanned me right down to my toes
And broke off the icicle hung from my nose
They asked if I'd registered my next of kin
I said, ‘That's her there with the goosebumpy skin’
When they lifted my gown and asked me to cough
They snapped what they thought was an icicle off
The chill numbed the pain as they whipped off my wheener
So I went in as Terry and came out as Tina
I'm about to fury kick
Someone who thinks they're so slick
Commotion is their middle name
Annoyance is their kind of game
Leaving trails of despair
Every time and everywhere
When they want new fun and laughter
It brings up a new disaster
Fires I must stop quickly
Lives are burned so tragically
From his flames of steam and heat
Somehow he needs to be beat
A lesson he wont forget
Will destroy him and I bet
If he gets burned enough to see
How his torturing can be
He might realize the pain
That comes with the hot deep flame
Of someone that doesn't care
He might discover and compare
How this feeling isn't pleasant
Like the others who resent it
Its GLOBAL WARMING
The ocean is rising fast
I hope you can swim
The house is cold, the woman is old. No food in the cupboard. What can she do?
Off to the shop, it's warmer outside. No place to escape to.
What can she do. Why have to choose. A choice between eating and heating.
Pension doesn't go far. She worked all her adult life. Show some respect. The poor woman
freezes. To cold and frail.
What can she do. Why have to choose. A choice between eating and heating.
Mother earth trembles
as statues stand to witness,
rebirth from navel....
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