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The windows are boarded up in preparation for the storm
A weather event of this intensity is becoming the norm
Global warming continues to find a way to rule the day
For the planet to survive we must all strive to do things in a different way
If we could just drive a little less, recycle a little more, or just plant a tree
A collective effort would certainly help I am sure we all agree
Severe floods are leading to an increase in airborne diseases
Intense hurricane winds are far more destructive than just a gentle breeze
Droughts are far more frequent with soaring temperatures ruling the day
Making it even more difficult for our children to go out and play
Carbon dioxide levels up twenty-five percent in the last sixty-five years
A stark reminder if we do not change our planet will slowly disappear
a runaway truck
barrels through an intersection.
no one is there to be astonished
a cat hugs a dead bird to its breast
the image curls inward
like a snail shell
the mail is late
a condor perches on the mailbox
waiting
people fall out of planes
on fine days and bad
insightful
elephants run from tsunamis
the beach sunbathers
would blame global warming
if they could
politicians jockey for position
elbows out and backs slapping
then settle down into the gloss of the moment
cameras whirl
optics need say nothing
but when the mouths open
it is both historical
and hysterical
imbroglio with meatballs
In the flow of time to eternity
currents of the river called present where we are
will churn in the future whirlpool of uncertainty,
in its swirl everything known will disappear.
From its depth a new sense of life will float,
sail to the senseless shore of the machine age,
navigated by human robot,
feelings lying dead in artificial intelligence cage.
The expanding universe will shrink,
as space travel will take man
to the distant galaxy’s brink,
and the earth will be visited by the alien.
Global warming will melt all terrestrial ice,
ocean will invade land in times dark,
for its actions mankind will pay the price.
Someone will invent modern Noah’s ark.
Future breakthroughs in gene manipulation
will make in humans leviathan brains,
rogue neurons will design route of mass extinction,
for all the people will then turn into Frankensteins.
October 30, 2019
Contest : I Sense Tomorrow is the Future
Sponsor : Sheri Fresonke Harper
Today I got a dream
The world was ending
Global warming stroked up
Everyone rushing for the rescue
Stampede produced all over the cities
Roads were blocked
And everyone's head was cocked
Billionaires got their way to the rockets
The rest fighting in vain to survive
My mind blazed in confusion
As I couldn't find a motive for their struggle
Oblivious as it was
Survival and peace was their cause
But why not hug your loved ones
Rather than bleeding all along
Why not share the limited time with each other
Rather than wasting time waiting for a miracle
Which wasn't going to occur
To the tune of "Russians" by Sting
In America and Australia there's a growing hysteria
Comparing those who see global warming threat
To the North Koreans and the Soviets.
Mr. Inhofe said scientists lied to you,
I don't subscribe to that point of view
It's such an ignorant thing to tell
I hope deniers love their kids as well.
How can I save my little girl from the rule of Texas Oil?
We see misuses of common sense
By those the Right side of political fence
They don't care about biology
But only their false ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope deniers love their children too.
These people claim rationality as they deny planetary reality
And believe to be the soul of the nation as they practice prevarication
Freedom and wealth do not require
To burn oil or set rainforests on fire.
Mr. Limbaugh said it can't be true,
I don't subscribe to that point of view,
It's such an ignorant thing to tell
I hope deniers love their kids as well.
The facts of climatology
Are not dependent on ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if deniers love their children too.
Quilts and woollies of winter all folded,
From February’s fold chill when escaped,
In March, when all ready to welcome spring,
Sun seems in hurry to wear red turban,
Few morning walkers wear woollen mufflers,
Sugarcane seems to have ripened early,
Mango, Neem, GulMohor show darker shades,
No longer the spring’s usual tender green,
Spring if at all looks like an unsure bride,
And summer rather like an aged groom.
Sun’s ripe old fervour may add to his charm,
The nature may look keen to dance with him,
All’s not well with sun’s too sharp a grimace—
To wear in early spring a red hot face,
Which, with his red turban looks burning red,
The green robes of spring fail to soothe like balm.
The red rage of forest fire adds to heat,
The flowers that blossom wilt by the eve,
A stray koel coos in a mating call,
Her Fifth Note sounds more than usual poignant.
Seasons, the Nature’s clock sound an alarm,
The all awake man refuses to wake,
Designed to be the school to say something,
Fails to teach man, he no more a student,
Nature no more a temple where man prays.
The seasons have forgotten their old ways,
No wonder they follow no fair cycle,
Winters wilts as summer seems in hurry,
Spring has no time to spread old charm to cheer,
And summer, left alone, reigns through the year.
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Blank verse: | 07.03.2023 | spring
Poet’s note: Spring in India comes on Vasant Panchami, the fifth day of waxing moon. But this year summer seemed too eager to hoist its reign. Winter was never so harsh nor spring so pleasant thanks to global warming. Holi, the festival of colours that welcomes spring seemed to come in a hurry. This blank verse wonders if spring has lost her innocence.
Facing global warming and climate change,
endangered species will die off on Earth.
Yet, folks don't seem concerned: I find that strange
since we're all linked to this planet from birth.
Whales may never swim our oceans again:
while reefs are at the point of no return.
And we're losing vital links in life's chain,
as Earth's glaciers melt, and its forests burn.
Tigers, jaguars, panthers, and leopards,
all the big cats, are doomed to disappear.
For ranchers and hunters, keep culling them,
and their numbers are decreasing each year.
On sea bottoms, where trawlers weren't banished:
like a magician; all life has vanished.
I watched a sparrow go mad
Right in front of me
It charged a red bush like a bull to a matador
To build a spring nest in November
Head first through the air
It smashed into the branches
Shaking and breaking its tiny bones with fury
Weaving the straw of this insanity
Into something more familiar
Beneath its wings and hoofs
As the summer-like day cooked
The record books
They’re not telling the truth
On Fox News or across the AM dial
Or from the pulpit of Reddit and Energy
They’re just making money money money money money
Maintaining those ratings tithings and paychecks
Audiences waving their white hankies
Ole’ ole’ ole’!
People with all the bad things happening
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come
Again nuclear warnings, global warming
North Korea here to free us
Alktha accusations apolitical, What
And is President Trump imitating Nixon
What?
People with all the bad things happening
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come
Radon, Rayon Cong What
These spellings are off, huh!
What about a dump truck, huh!
Clouded minds altimeters
God is the solution, there is no substitution
People with all the bad things happening
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come
Police shootings, black on black crimes
Reverences 1970's bro do ya have a dime
None of this reterick makes any cents
Why must least that have pay the most to the government
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come
Like mindedness can't tell the differents
Between Christians or sinners
New tax laws a break for the wealthy
And the middle class Oh,
Only if you make more than ninety thousand dollars
And what is the poverty level eighteen thousand
Don't know?
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come
What you just don't understand
You either lie, steal or cheat the system
Everything you own you just borrow, before you get assistants
I worship God no longer do I worship religion
For only God has the perfect vision
I worship God no longer do I worship religion
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run
Is heaven gonna come for if you believe it or not
Jesus is heaven and He's gonna come
12/03/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
The aftermath of climate change will last:
global warming will be devastating.
Worldwide, ocean waters are rising fast
while short-sighted lies keep circulating:
some islands might be a thing of the past.
Coastal cities contemplate building walls:
but I'm afraid, it's too little too late.
Politicians hedge when disaster falls:
chairing committees that secretly debate
drastic options while the government stalls.
When the rain ceases, irrigating crops:
millions of people will face starvation.
There will be empty shelves in all the shops,
and worldwide trade will slow to stagnation:
once the global financial market flops.
Mass immigration will not be allowed:
any shred of decency will be lost.
Armies will be deployed to cull the crowd:
borders will be guarded at any cost,
and our world might end in a mushroom cloud.