revenge is served cold
with malice in cold steel knife
beside three-pronged fork
hate needs patience to mature
like a ripe blue-vein Stilton
anger sets the feast
memory seasons each course
with bitter chilli
sprinkled to sharpen revenge
as hunger outwaits its prize
when the dish arrives
rust has reached the waiting knife
mould adorns the fork
the taste of blood turns bitter
in the gnash of grinding teeth
We've had; the Stone Age,
Bronze Age, Iron Age,
Ice Age, Industrial Age,
and, it's now the AI Age we're living in,
yet, it wouldn't take much persuasion,
or a second guess, to believe it's somewhat akin
to nothing more or less than an Alien Invasion!
Why is my name blue
on your lips? You cry it to
The heavens--silence!
If I am your refrain, let
My name burn as cold as ice!
He Sculpted her from, a block of ice
and he had an image, drawn down, it twice
a million ice pleats, in her dress, that glowed
he must carve it slow, must carve it slowwwwww
and the light behind her, showed no imperfect flaws
so he sculpt her more, scattered shards, fell to the floor
and he carved her bodice, of frozen plumes
to mimic feathers, that appeared to move
so up and down, frozen , round and round
and just like Artic water, but it had no sound
and strings of ice beads, from her shoulders edge
her covered garment, the strands did blend
not once , imagination , did ever wavering
though her ice cold eyes, had splintered shavings
so he kept stepping back, to view , his work of Art
sublimation decor, this woman, would never part
but he took too long , in this Art, admired
for now it melted, for time makes , ice,
....so very tired.
Mexican worker traveling home
Mexican worker was not traveling alone
Lived here for a decade, twice
driving, he skidded on some Ice
Mexican worker and his son are now gone
My ice blue eyes
Ice blue eyes ~ gaze lovingly at you
Radiating ~ joy to all I see
My motto ~” show kindness to all”
A smile chases all the blues away
Blue butterfly ~ flutters by
Such beauty to behold
I love nature, wildflowers, trees,birds,bees
All radiate God’s love
Stop what your doing ~ smell the roses
Be thankful to be alive
You are enough my friend
The world a better place because your in it.
Put on your coat or hoodie like me
Let’s go a walk in beauty that surrounds us
Autumn is springing forth
Awesome colours to brighten your day
The Queen of Winter
carries her frozen crown
with quiet joy,
its sapphire gems
a burning beacon
within the blizzard.
Snow doves
and white foxes
dash around
her icy gown
as Midwinter hums
cold tunes of solitude.
She marches ahead
through soft snowdrifts
as the arctic wind
tells her its secrets.
Defrosting that damned freezer feels like a lifetime’s work;
a silently leaking judgement from something I’d neglected.
Midnight cracks reveal something wrong, something broken -
hot steam, blankets and warm pans mock a makeshift spa.
In the dripping a wall is revealed, a cavernous backdrop uncovered;
White Cliffs of Dover in a snowstorm, traversed with ice picks.
fish just want to hide
but hunger for a good worm
on the hook they come
Flowing river, pooling puddles, sloppy drip.
Hold me warm
until I’m nothing but water.
Caress me, and I will give life to your earth.
Seeping blood into your veins
and rejuvenating your soul.
Then leave.
Because one day I will wake
without you beside me,
and the world will be so cold.
My rains will hail,
my lakes will freeze.
I will be ice
just to survive.
My winter will kill the life sowed.
I am only hard for so long,
until Spring springs,
as she does.
Her sweet charm
breaks me, soothing me back.
I will be a flowing river again.
hailstorm in Chennai
carpet of ice blocks
treading he felt Himalayas
ATTENUATE
A wee dram of malt whisky is savoured neat ~ attenuated with ice cubes for those petite.
8 / 11 / 2026.
ICE, not just to cool your drink. An organization to protect us has turned into an enemy of the State. How on God's green earth could we allow this to happen? It's like a snake turned it's ugly head and bit us. The very name ICE is cold and calculating. What has the country turned into?This agency is suppose to help and protect us. Since when has it become an institution for mass murder? Who is hiding behind? What's its real purpose? These are questions one must ask in order to feel safe. Is money the only means of advancing? What will it take to stop the insanity?
We need new leaders. But whom can we trust? Listen carefully to the speakers of our next elections. What they promise and what they mean? What are their solutions? Is this what we want or what we want to hear?
Baby pains are growing and make no mistake, we need the right change. Not a change.
I ate my ice cream
way too quick
and now brain
is frozen!
One may land in hot water
skating where the ice is thin
or end up in a jam
going out on a limb
and hoping to reach a goal
by swimming upstream
could prove no more than a wish
perhaps purely a pipe dream
investing the least
wanting the lion's share
the end result
might induce a scare
woolgathering head in the clouds
unaware of what's around
sounds like fun but more's accomplished
with both feet on solid ground
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