The sun rays from above come into play,
Causing men and beasts alike look thirsty;
They care to stay well-watered every day,
And to protect even each plant and tree.
People opt for light-colored, loose textile,
So they can easily breathe the fresh air;
To aid their body contain heat hostile
Of the scorching sun that's too tough to bear.
Smooth skins apply a broad-spectrum sunscreen,
Wearing hats and sunglasses for their eyes;
They seek shade under the leaves vast and green,
Thanking the sun behind the cloudy skies.
Summer makes us learn symptoms of heatstroke,
Heat-related illnesses say no joke.
Categories:
heatstroke, summer,
Form: Sonnet
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Damn, my reflection enthralls them all.
No Medusa's gaze, no serpent's hiss,
My presence alone, sheer, potent bliss.
No need for coils or stony stare,
My impact's etched in the very air.
A kiss of stone? How quaint, how mild,
My very being drives mortals wild.
I am fly, a dazzling dream,
My walk, my talk, an astral gleam.
Each mirror aches with envy's sting,
To capture the aura that my essence brings.
I blaze into the room, a sunlit tide,
Where shadows cower and darkness hide.
Each step a vibrant, dazzling show, Bewitching, blinding, watch them glow.
They shield their eyes, the onlooker's frail,
Against the brilliance of my radiant trail.
Wear shades, they must, to bear the sight,
My shine's a power, intense and bright.
A health warning glitters, sharp and clear,
Heatstroke, heart attack, a looming fear.
Some may just stroke out, overwhelmed,
By the potent magic I've compelled.
My shine isn't for all ages!
Categories:
heatstroke, addiction, appreciation, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Spring has long taken off
its Bermuda shorts.
Hawaiian shirts are left
on tree-lines to fade
under a red-faced sun.
If there are worms in the dry earth
the Robins cannot reach them,
and now scramble after
bugs on baking walls.
No one complains
except the English
and polar bears.
Hardship in America
is just called climate.
In Gentlemen's Clubs
strippers
have turned-off the stage lights,
sweat flop
cannot hold a slippery dollar.
Motel ice-machines
have succumbed to heatstroke
and only dispense
a crunchy tepid drool.
Global warmers pant
for cold beers.
Armageddon is near,
but in pats of Alaska,
summer
is just called
a milder shade of winter.
Categories:
heatstroke, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Summer heat zaps my get-up-and-go,
so I’m resting and taking things slow,
loving cold drinks, TV,
comfy couch, and AC!
I’m too wise to invite heatstroke woe!
written June 4, 2020
for Mohan Chutani's Summer Heat Laziness Poetry Contest
August 20, 2021
Entered in the Bite Size Poem no. 18 Contest
Sponsor: Line Gautier
Categories:
heatstroke, humor, summer,
Form: Limerick
The Weather Outside is Frightful
Christmas in Miami is a difficult sell
When the outside temp is hotter than Hell
St. Nick tries his best in the humid air
But soon sweats right through his underwear
Partridges tend to avoid palm trees
And geese hardly ever lay by warm seas
Mocking birds ignore their instinct to tease
And French hens never appear in threes
Christmas carols just don’t seem quite right
With nary a snowflake anywhere in sight
And how does one keep his sled on course
When the winds are blowing at hurricane force?
Those poor reindeer, ‘specially Cupid and Comet
Suffer from heatstroke and projectile vomit
And landing on rooftops still radiating heat
Raises painful blisters on their feet
The snowmen and wreaths are all baloney
And most of the trees are actually phony
The words: “Sleigh bells ring; are you listenin’”
Ring kind of hollow, ‘cause nothing is glistenin’
Now I’m not suggesting we give up the spirit
That’s not my message; I don’t want to hear it
Besides, much of the same could be said about Hanukkah
Especially if one lives near Santa Monica
Categories:
heatstroke, christmas, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
For a sec imagine a guy as the sun...n the girl as the rain...n think that the guy has the girls ear rings with him....
N then read this poem...????
I'm a little angry and at peaks of my redness tday,
Firing arrow in the form of heatstroke on my prey,
My love ,I'm offering an opportunity for you to win,
Pour from the heaven above and help me get rid of my sin.
They say my rays is the reason for plants to live,
But who knows nothing is more important than the water you give,
You let me take the credit for all the good deeds you do,
And I don't need any more reason to say that I love you too.
There's no reason for the whole world to know,
That our love for each other is more than the sun's glow,
Maybe I'm just a small part of your so pure heart,
But you are something more than the whole part of my heart.
Every night before sleeping your memories haunt me,
And the earing's serve as a memory of thee,
Sorry but I'm not returning those earings so soon,
Which are more beautiful on you than the wonderful moon.
Categories:
heatstroke, beautiful, beauty, cute love,
Form: Romanticism
be it london, nyc, paris or
your own neck of the woods
paved with the memories of
many before (whilst many will follow after you),
a private jaunt
just when it begins to come down
(not cats & dogs yet
but that spit rain that reminds you that the storm just might be
coming),
can allow the mind to wander &
as the pavement starts to take a pounding,
you can finally appreciate the surroundings---
the crowds scurrying, the puddles forming &
the umbrellas painting a nylon sheath o’er our heads---
the graying of the cityscape makes for
emotional evenings that illuminate feelings that might have been
hidden in the shadows of the sun,
as the exodus from the parks & the streets
sends people flocking to the restaurants, the cafés & the movie theatres,
so that together
they can bask in the glory of
what those festering in sunny california or heatstroke prone miami
may never encounter quite the same.
Categories:
heatstroke, life,
Form: Free verse