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The windows are closing in, and gaps are getting thin, mankind has paid the sacrifice for useless pollution on the surface of the earth and their lungs are filled with dirt.
I look above the benevolent sky and search for the big lie, Fossil Fuels supply eighty four percent of the world’s energy and you want to phase it out in a hurry, what alternative do you have to supply the world with clean energy?
The scientists don’t know this and the chemist cannot prove it but the physicist can narrate it. Their work is outside but the formula is embedded inside and the philosopher is their guide.
Hydrocarbon is lining the throne and natural gas is homeward bound. The coal is floating around in abundance and the oil is shooting through the pipes what the row is about is to bring it to net zero or phase it out?
They come from all over the globe to listen to the multitude shout and have joined the climate change choir and expressing their innate desire. The band is in place and the musicians are on the stage, they have composed the fossil fuel hymn and everybody began to sing.
But the rhythm and the harmony are not right and there is a silent internal fight, the heavens are standing tall and the mountains are rubbing against the wall.
The chief is singing the base and Opec giant has entered the debate and blocked the fossil fuel phasing out scheme and have shattered the green minded countries dream.
What alternatives do you have when the world demand for fossil fuels doubles every twenty years? Why are you in such a hurry when there is no other voice to join the choir.
Climate Change is real and you have got to have continuous negotiation to generate a practical solution to appease your fossil fuel ambition. You must knock off some of the theory and stitch the entire loose edges together.
Carbon emission reduction is on the agenda too, it is causing controversy for me and you and if you put fossil fuel and carbon emission all together the internal combustion will move the engine around the world.
Tomorrow when you meet and start to greet you must come up with a solid plan to moderate carbon emission and fossil fuel demand on the land without causing power outage and fuel shortage around the globe. The row will continue until you figure how to sort it out.
I REMEMBER (1)
Candles & nightlights
flickering bright
blackout curtains
shutting out light
Dripping setting
from Sunday's roast
spread thick
on Monday's toast
Paper chains
cut and glued
beer in glass
bottles brewed
Christmas puddings
with threepenny bits
Meccano kits
made to fit
Sunday school outings
upto Coombe hill
my first ever train ride
so quite a thrill
Summer walks
to the Bugle Horn
crisps & lemonade
upon their lawn
A weekly soak
..in a round tin bath
towelling off
by a fire in the hearth
I REMEMBER (2)
afterschool
on a
tuesday
my treat
awaiting on gran's
baking tray
a spicy aroma
filled
the air
t'was
freshly baked-
my
weekly share
bread pudding
piping hot
drizzled with honey
moreish&
yummy
a moist mouth
watering
confection
in
a
sultana delectation
I REMEMBER (3)
my clerking
ever on the go
the junior
lowest
of the low
the office
with partners just two
pens pencils
nearly-new
daily drudgery
reality soon shone thru'
the 'old man ' yelling
'ere lad
chop chop
get me baccy
from t'corner shop
tea-break brews'
in a stew
bellows of hurry-hurry
from the back-office crew
another task
to get done
this time
for the partner's son
no time to stop &chat
he'd forgotten the fish
for his wife's cat
the switchboard clicked
the doorbell chimed
&
skills to learn
juggle & prioritise
whew!
nearly half five
& knock-off time
just one task
still to do
fetch the 'boss's
evening news
was this really
the career to choose?
Ever since I left you I have
been through hell
With so much pain that i
can't tell
it’s like a big dark cloud
Hovering over my soul
From my north to my south
pole
I feel like a prisoner for you
like I am in handcuffs
Now I wonder what I was
thinking when I took off
Your absence makes life
meaningless
For my lungs now gasp for
air BREATHLESS
Don’t wanna be on mute no
more
Cos without you life taste
so sour
The pain i now feel echoes
around my heart walls
And loneliness draws closer
as sun rises and night falls
Life without you Is just a rip-
off
All other girls are just
bloody knock off
I was a jerk and i feel
remorse
With a touch of inner force
As Tears rolls down my
cheek
It makes me drown so deep
that i can't speak
Even when am closer to my
heart ashore
I still can't swim out of my
emotional shore
I regretted ever letting you
go
For i never knew it will
cause so much throe
I want back into your life,
am giving you heads up
For people break up and
make up
Girl am not too proud to beg
For I will kneel and kiss
your leg
you just got to understand
That beside you is where i
want to forever stand
You must know that life is
uncertain
For our future together has
been destine
Girl I don’t know what else
to say
For my life without you is
on a brae
I am down on my knees
Waiting for you to accept
my apologies
For Now i realize it should
be you and I forever
You and I no matter the
weather
Girl,please just don’t say no
For if you do, you will kill
my blood flow
And Murder will be the case
against you
Cos my life doesn't exist
without you
You see, I'm a resident around here, been here for many a year
This is a place that I hold so dear and to my heart it is very near
Yes I know this place so well, right up to the oceans roughest swell
I love that fresh ocean smell oh the many stories that I could tell
But the sadness of that one day, the rip tides ripping out to sea
And those kids who just wanted to play, feeling happy and free
I told them to stay away that the tides that day were dangerous
They said hey pop, knock off the fuss! Get upon your own way
And as I tried to plead my case using every argument that I knew
Right there before my face into the water went not one but the two
Yet I kept on calling out as further and further they continued in
Unfamiliar these boys had reason to doubt just like you with sin
There I stood so helpless as they got pulled out into that big sea
Such a tragic mess if those boys would have just listened to me
If only they had listened to me and heard the words that I said
I told them the dangers of that sea! Still those two boys are dead
John 14:6
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life:
no man cometh unto the Father, but by me
Acclimatization is a serious matter.
I mean one cannot keep bouncing around
a kaleidoscopic chameleon-like center
can one?
Therefore I have almost absolved myself from
causing all that emotional mayhem
that a youthful spirit engages upon
not having yet acclimatized itself
to whom I was, or to what I would become.
Was it my fault that all those
‘soon to be’ lovers
bought a copy of me,
an unedited work in progress?
Most who waded in the ankle-deep shallows
of those earlier days were but rough drafts,
early editions of what they eventually turn into.
The maxim: “they know not what they do”
has to apply or we would never arrive at that stage
of namely and to wit,
that stabilized imperfection most achieve.
Though I do pity the girls
who bought that knock-off copy of me,
the women who were scammed
by a none-copyright version of myself,
but to be fair,
they also were none-acclimatized
and should have saw
the dire warning: caveat emptor.
Let me put it in Quotation marks!!!
This is not for the faint of heart
A world full of fakes and farce
Always on opposing sides many remain apart
Meanwhile the news is sad still breaking hearts
Once again the betraying starts
Can't replicate this ancient art
I can see the light, but all around it's painted dark
Doing my best at staying sharp
While swimming and facing sharks
How can you ever make it far
If you never take it seriously with great regard?
It's bad
I never thought I'd be this sad
All of it makes me a bit mad
Finding multiple avenues to withstand
Instead of staying stuck in quicksand
For pete's sake
He's a snake
Every part of me she hates
Jeez thanks
Difficult to keep faith
When it no longer seems safe
Too much seems fake
It's like I'm living in a dream state
I just want to be great
Instead of a cheapskate
I need cake
Duffles and a briefcase
Not a tea break
With teammates
You only get one life, not a remake
I got to get it right and keep pace
In the end
They wish you dead
Or want to see you live instead
I barely sleep
New discoveries buried deep
The path very steep
Yet fairly cheap
Risk is high, yet reward is priceless if you care to seek
It's a knock-off or a real name brand
Across a strange land
No longer the same man
Changed hands
With a new game plan
Cue the sad melody
Differently, it's yet to be
Too much getting the best of me
Eventually
In the end I see
It all will set me free
Sight of lightning, something to behold
Lighting night folds in tans and gold
Magical fingers illuminating sky
Vanishing zippers, blink of an eye
Showers begin, melting sugar, spice
Drips pelting skin, certainly feels nice
Dancing ballet, lovers admiring puddles
Foregoing rubbers, desiring warm cuddles
Licking streams of tears, salts rain’s taste
Ballet waltz, flicking droplets caress face
Blinking wet lashes, then dreamy surprise
Steamy gazes, lightning flashes brown eyes
Yes, enjoyable sight, winter’s dark morn
In formidable strength, thunderous storm
Without wonderous love, might be frightening
Yet shared delight, the sight of lightning
Love's natural storms knock off our socks
When lightning shocks like a jack in the box
Written 2/15/18
Contest: Describe a thunderstorm without sound
Host: Brenda Chiri
I have this friend; a really great guy.
Always happy; always spry.
And then one day; he stopped and sighed.
His lips moved twice and his smile died.
I said "What's wrong", and I got real worried.
Until he told me of his ex who scurried.
We both got mad and it got mean,
but before we left;
nick-named his queen.
At first I listened to what he said.
But soon the swears had reached a head.
Only now I knew what he would scoff at.
We both yelled "Down!" to
ANNA THE PROPHET.
She talked about Jesus and of his dance.
Talked about locust and took a chance.
Shocked and surprised with each worried glance.
Made strangers as fast as United States' France.
She said let's be friends and left him alone.
Still calls him for coffee by way of the phone.
And if this sounds sweet, special or kind.
It's to drive her to work or she'll lose her mind.
My friend is a Saint and won't turn her down.
Hurting her feelings would knock off his crown.
And when they drive by, you'll tease them for sure.
But not for a coffee nor being too *****.
For turning their heads, in light of a tear.
My friend is a man; so don't be his judge.
All of his stories come with great grudge.
I know he is weak and tell him to stop it.
Not for a woman.
Anna the Prophet
Getting to know the canned goods aisle
in the dollar store was fun,
the ladies have been most helpful
in finding Chinese knock-off junk.
The Senior Center makes a passable Salisbury steak
and who needs gravy?
Independences has taken a down turn -
our addled leader blames some Russian guy,
the supply train is chained-up somewhere,
eventually we may all die from Global Pawning,
at least we don't need baby formulary anymore,
though we are considering developing a taste
for cat food; I hear 'Whiskers' do a mean
tuna casserole.
When down to your last million dollars
one must be frugal.
What you say to a cat what a cat thinks
I want to lick everything you look at everything there’s nothing over there for you that’s a bookshelf I know you think you could jump up that’s a picture where are you going turn around. Mz tail talks be nice to the Chihuahua? He eatz my foodz my litter deposits. You see me not bop him I swat him run. You barfed on my sheets, not on that! Knock it off! Don’t please don't knock it on to the floor... Knock off... Hey, earbuds not toys for the fur babies! To play with? Here a toy for fur child... no NO! Fuxkoff! Death to earbuds, shoo laces see, I eat these, I’z kills your string, see string kill string, kills fuzzy things! Stop licking your butt! Licking, kicking, l stop biting, booping I’z poop them out, ouch! In box go. I found something in the litter box, know not what that is? Dear God! After you play with my earbuds… NO! Kitty! Kitty? Gotta hack up hair balls! Lick balls, I keep clean. I leave presents, a thang, l kill for you! Don’t you like? No? Go a way! ICK! Gotta clean up, why? My pillow what do you want? Attention? Is that what you want? Is that what…why? You’re bugging the f-out of me! Treats? Fluffy nuts! Stop licking those things… What are you? …I’z not a dog. Scratching! Eat it? Fleas get off! Scratching… That, oh… don’t touch!? NO! Damn! You Too. Hey get off! There mez running at 2am chasing, Mousees! Noisees! Gotta kill! Hunt! l’mz the predator! Part of that wont stop. What are you up, too! Don’t hit that! Stop knocking things off the shelf! You know what time is it itz 5 am feed me huumenz!