I held his hand, cold as ice
I held his gaze, fixed as ice
I held his heart, stiff as ice
I held his guts, pale as ice
I held his hair, thin as frost
I ripped it off
I held his hand
THREE CUBES OF ICE-COLD LIFE
I
Perilous cold life,
Today’s freezing oppression:
Justice all ICED out!
II
Injustice’s temperature increases the death rate.
Cold inequality, a frozen, devastating, iceberg:
Equality and justice’s temperatures, melting away.
III
Icing life daily,
Political injustice,
Ice-blocking freedom:
Here or abroad, equity,
Iced-down or deeply frozen:-
I used to be a thing of
beauty
now I’m just this
hideous mess.
I reached my peak
my climax
this story of the year
Is over
No more seasons, just calender months
Broken down into mud, sweat, showers and snowstorms
I watched my magic
slowly
but oh so suddenly
fade away.
completely . .
d i s a p p e a r . . .
gone
down the rabbit hole.
Im late, I’m late
for a very important date!
too late
Twas fate
I came tumbling in after
noon
so soon
on or around
the full moon
in tune,
but without
(rhythm. )
Every star eventually dies.
every vibration, every beat, every melody, every song
fades and finally
s l o w s . ..
to its final rest
Its final pitch:
black.
(back to where
it all
b e
g
a
n).
now
describe to me
the taste
of
ice.
who knew nothing could taste so cold?
IN AND OF TODAY’S ICE-COLD POLITICAL
WINTERING OPPRESSION: 2026
In iced-injustice,
Hued lives are daily iced-out;
Even native-borns:
The red-flow of injustice,
Iceing-out equality:-
Today’s iceberg
Political oppression,
Must now be met
With liberty’s steamed larva
Of flowing retribution:-
Ice-cold oppression
Must now face human nature’s
Springing rebirthing:
Democratic liberty,
Greatly blossoming again:-
God’s human nature,
Is to be in his service!
Not of Satan’s hate:-
Thus, it is time for us to
Get our al sisu all lit up!
Love drinking tea hot or ice cold
Monday through Sunday each week day
Never enough flavors for me
Overtime working is tea time
People around the world love tea
Take a spoon and take a scoop.
Then the ice cream fiend comes out.
He doesn’t like foot prints.
In the ice cream.
Cold, but in a lively way.
As if there’s someone out there.
But they are dead.
Piles of ice cream-
They call it snow, but I see something they can’t.
The best type of food.
Is everywhere.
And a little dangerous.
Headlights.
It’s them.
Plowing snow away.
A good time to go inside and drink hot chocolate.
Shivering comes in cycles.
Some people do.
Take a spoon and stir your hot chocolate.
As she scolds you for your insanity.
She thought it was the effects of frostbite.
But I’ve been bitten long ago.
They call it snow.
Then they died too.
snow, wind, rain, ice, cold
winter covers all, but
the calendar turns
Crackling flames warm icy cold air. Oak logs spit and pop as they release their heat. Stars gleam cold in the night sky. Glowing embers, red eyes shine in the dark night. Steam rises from our mouths as we exhale warm moist air.
bears hibernating
wolves’ green-yellow eyes reflect
the new moon hidden
Warm fronts and cold backs we are half fire and half ice.
snow blankets the ground
stormy winds, naked trees sway
winter’s breath, ice-cold
By Zyrool
Some say my heart is cold and dark,
While others say I’m beautiful.
Some say my appearance, without remark,
Brings about chaos and confusion –
As shoppers hurry to the store, a spark
Of urgency in their step, buying up essentials,
For the moment when I fall down in the park.
Some say my soul is beyond desolate,
While others say I’m jubilant,
Leaving ponds perfect for those who wish to skate,
Inspiring jolly snowmen and women,
Who might be named Mr. Harry and Ms. Kate.
Hot TEA in a small cup? Yes.
But only once in a while.
Cold TEA in a large glass? Yes.
But only once in a while.
Notwithstanding, a large glass of
ice-cold TEA on a hot summer afternoon
on a regular basis is absolutely fabulous.
However, eating with my TEA is a 'NO NO'.
Indeed, TEA TIME, whether hot or cold,
suits me best as a 'stand-alone'.
Hot coffee in a small cup? Yes.
Cold coffee, cup, or glass? No.
I like both TEA and coffee. It's
probable cultural, but in early
mornings, coffee beckons me more.
For me, if there were a drinking contest between
coffee and TEA, it would be a matter of the season
and 'time of day'. Early mornings? Coffee wins.
Mid-afternoon on a hot summer day? TEA wins.
cold winds blow across
frozen harbour’s out-stretched arms
wee ocean fragment
rime winter revenge
invasion with consequence ~
quaking trees tremble
(December Full Moon – Cree)
A chair has become my world
Uncomfortable
It creates pain just like the real world
Isolation from all who walk
Wrapped in my own flesh
Stone cold
Reaching out just creates more pain
What little warmth inside my heart
Turning ice cold
Like all before
After the chill
Of winter’s freezing
Snowflakes and winds
Breathing flurries
Indiscreet – blowing
Cold, clear colors
Heartless reflections
After the biting
Fury of winter’s ice
Shuddering frost
Staggering with aloof
Melancholy, breeding
Razor edged cold
Over trembling skin
Naked against the sharp
Stillness of gusts
Tossing tender flakes
After Winter
Has finally exhausted
Its dreaded bitterness
And it has pressed on
Leaving only a memory
Of its vile viciousness
I reach toward the light
Of a silent and warm - Spring
Sunshine bursting with rays
Of lemony yellow kindness
Smiling down on my spirit
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