Long Celsius Poems
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Blue Stars, blaze boisterously
Orange Stars, blinding brilliance
Yellow Stars, intense illumination
White Stars, sizzling stunning
Red Stars, resoundingly radiating
Brown Stars, glazing and glowing
All Stars, bright, enormous, tremendous and gigantic.
They at temperatures of more than thousands of degrees Celsius.
Stars balanced; this with gravity and with fusion.
Nuclear core fusion reactors; a cauldron of hydrogen turned helium.
Their gravity holding home planets in their circular orbits.
Stars super, stellar, stunning, shining, supercilious.
They being beacons of light in the black velvet midnight twilight.
A lot of stars can be viewed with your very eyes this very night;
if you have eyes with very good seeing in God given far-sight.
COLD MOON RISING
Cold Moon is the Full Moon rising on December.
Next day of winter solstice to remember.
Maroon Moon too cold at night, temperature minus
One hundred and seventy -three degree Celsius.
Longest night Moon placid whelming to observe.
Gorgeous luminous illuminating love.
Cold Moon rising above snow-covered grave mountain
From chasm cascades passionate flow of fountain.
In chilled winter if Cold Moon turns a Super Moon
Luminosity sends lunatic dream to swoon.
Prior to Christmas Cold Full Moon in sacred glow,
to purify soul in pacific tranquil flow.
Lover of weed
Hey lover of weed take heed
So its true your life now revolves around it
That you are now even an addict
Addicted to the point of snuffing it
Its now all you see and thinks
Your mind can't just get off it
Day and night you keep having
As though it can be compare to the air you breath
You are a beast when you have not had it
Like a dog whose sex urge is demanding
You are restless and careless
Confused and perplexed
Your last dime can be used to purchase it
You don't mind the cost and stress of getting it
Going about with it like handkerchief
You can't even wait to be in one corner
Of a truth God created the leaves and the tree
But wait a min also for this purpose?
I understand the feeling after you have just had a feel of it
Your hormones are high @ 101 degree Celsius
Your brain is already getting used to it over time
That even failing to give it a try could be kinda detrimental
Its fun to you I think?
And you living life from your own perspective
As a guy is that what makes you a man?
lighter in your hand and a rap in your pocket
You are good to go like he who is about to start a journey
Your friends come around and they call you and the fun begins
What a waste of time sorry if I sounded insultive.
I know am not worth telling you to stop taking it
Just give me a minute before you attack me
Hear what I have to say about it
Back to why you should stop taking it
Has your life gotten better ever since you it became your lover?
Are you always proud of yourself?
Can your parents attest that it the real you?
Can the society accept you?
I thought you had a conscience?
That should preak you when you going beyond your limit
If you have a positive response then feel free to take more of it.
I know at this point you wanna stop it
But it so difficult CU's you dont know how to snub it
Pls help this guy if you have idea on how to stop it
To be continued.
avast extent of following poem
crafted a couple plus years ago,
when foretaste of temperate weather
covered swath of eastern seaboard.
Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonably warm temperature
(eighteen plus degrees celsius
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania)
meaning way out of expected range,
cuz far to balmy, undoubtedly
with old man winter furious
his blizzard snowbound
weather forecasts shortchanged.
Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
an inconvenient truth
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus
one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise
doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe
(biden his time) redeemers actualize
to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize
concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -
fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial
Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years
later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.
It's in the morning I feel you the most
fires burning, deeply seeded in my loins
striped down inhibition
relaying stories in foreign tongues
me showing a Fahrenheit desire
your Celsius riding ever higher
lovers at last
longing to make up lost time
but not moving too fast
time might have slipped
but we glide to the rythmn
of the crash of the sea
upon her wall
we're not pretenders here
we did fall, we did fail
but we rose, smelling sweet
kisses delivered mouth to cheek
lips pierced and sucked into bliss
holding on to the morning
as the heart beats awake
the wind rustles the curtains
signaling for a journey to begin
Wrathful nature roars
Death harvests innocent souls
Zeus' thunderbolt strikes!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 July 2019
* Seven people were killed and more than one 100 were injured after 130 km/h gale-force winds, rain and hailstorm struck northern Greece late on Wednesday, uprooting trees, lifting cars and collapsing roofs. The extreme phenomenon lasted just over twenty minutes. The previous day the temperature was in the upper thirties Celsius! Similar phenomena took place in Italy and Spain among other countries.
** IT IS INTERESTING FOR SOMEONE TO READ MY POEM : HEINOUS CRIMES "
WHICH I WROTE A FEW DAYS ?G?!
Will this be the last poem I ever write
Will I be drafted in the morning to fight
A fearsome enemy by dark of night
Or might I awaken to see I've lost my sight...
Will the sun come up like it's supposed to do
Will the heavens turn jet-black instead of blue
Will the temperature soar well past forty-two*
Will a wall of humidity mean hopes eschewed...
Sure this could be the last poem ever I pen
Yet the Lord might keep me around 'til 110
So I lay me down tonight, put my trust in His Grace
That I'll wake up tomorrow with a smile on my face
*42 degrees Celsius = 107.6 degrees Fahrenheit
Julius
The Caesar of
July
7th of month hot
CELSIUS 89%
And rising on
Higher temperatures
Heated temperature WOW!
July
Caesar's birth was quintilis 10th of the month
Originally
Dog days spray clams
Summer thirst birth
So July symbolic ruby stones white water Lily flower
Wishing for rain brain showers it's so hot and dry
It's another summer
July
Season for hot dogs month, daily brunch
Lemonade lunch, and breakfast of cold milk in a bowl of Captain Crunch™
July
Hot degree day, children play
Swimming pool and hydrant parties
Walks through the yard and park with sandals
After dark at night gatherings
Having ice cream on the porch
These are a few things we know about
July
as the sweat rolls down my eyes
Heated so hot are the days hot nights humid these Hot days of
JULY
7/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Like a brick-by-brick castle unfolding. with scaffolding
Petals after petals of distress go on unfolding.
Feelings of hurt, ache, uncertainty, and anxiety
Like rust in iron, it pokes and corrodes my gaiety.
Is it my physique, which is ill within, that causes pain?
Is my psyche, like a parched, cracked earth, screaming to be sane?
Like a termite-eating piece of art, I crush and crumble.
On the rocks of my sadness and loneliness, I stumble.
Is my blood boiling like water at 100 degrees Celsius?
My fear, anger, and pessimism make me nefarious.
My unmet needs, relational plights, and suppressed powers
Have grown in my orchard of hearts, like cannabis flowers.
I should come out of tension, like chicks out of shredded shells.
I should, like a lotus, raise my head from these marshy wells.
I should allow the graces of the sole spirit to flow.
Like the lilies of wild fields, by divine glows, I must grow.
spring was coming early
the call was heard for squeezing in
one extra outdoor outing
so we loaded up our skis, boots and gear
it was minus ten celsius and sunny
swooshing and gliding through the snow
soaking in those awesome sunrays
warm enough to wrap our coats around our waist
when clouds rolled in and it got cooler
we threw back on that extra layer
the scenery was breathtakingly spectacular
suddenly we turned a corner
coming across a bush the size of a wall
it was surreal… filled with plump fluffy birds
rosy breasted feathered balls frozen in their spot
like spectators at a slow motion olympic event
they watched our procession unimpressed
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on April 10, 2018 for PREMIERE CONTEST 140 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND