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Fossil Fuel Row

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.
Form: Narrative


Premium Member I REMEMBER my yesteryears

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?
Form: Rhyme

My Rainbow

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
Form: ABC

What He Said

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
Form: Rhyme

Acclimatization

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.


Ancient Art

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
Form: Rhyme

The Sight of Lightning - Sensually Speaking

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
Form: Rhyme

Anna the Prophet

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
Form: Couplet

Independently Un-Wealthy

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

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!

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