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Hot Child In The Urban Summer Dwelling
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
" Poem about the heat in the city ....;) "
Hot Child In the Summer Urban Dwelling
The city streets are buckling under the sticky smoldering heat.
Urban life at this moment can be so draining while tensions are
high. People stop,wipe the sweat from their brow as they attempt
to inhale and breathe. "Hey I heard that wheeze from across the street Tony".
Heat choking the life out of us like a looming marauding monster.
Beads drip from angry faces while tempers flare, sirens roar in a city
of despair. Yes Will Smith's song "Summer Time" and the spark of
nostalgia from BBQ's help but its still Spring.
If you have the money you can take a drive down the Jersey shore
or to the Poconos cooling peaks.
A place to breath without choking pollution, heat advisory's and the smells of
unidentified unknown origins. Don't get me wrong there are allot of redeeming
qualities of summer in the city too.
Dinning alfresco, summer concerts, water ice, open fire plugs, Mister Softy
and block parties. Small reliefs of the constant three wheelers screeching
down the Blvd, fighting neighbors, and relentless dripping humidity.
As they say here on the east coast "If it weren't for the humidity I
wouldn't mind the heat". Sure you wouldn't ( wink)
Windows opened as the baby across the alley way cries and the guy
next door yells at his girlfriend while she fires back screaming
like a fish wife. The poor are getting their relief from a rubber hose
spraying water and the rich are relaxing in the Hamptons. Well I guess
if I had it like that I would enjoy it as well, then again I more
likely would open a home for battered women and children, build the
pool there. **** how I wish I had it like that.
I suppose theres no sense in complaining about the heat, just write
it out the best way I know how to deal. So excuse me while I leave
you now to step onto cool tiles of the tub, turn on the crystal clear
water and wash the clammy sticky heat down the drain. Into the Delaware
river of redemption as I take my sixth shower of the day (wink) .
By : Debbie Mills Kelly
Perfection!
The eyes, evenly spaced, one eye and another, one to a side
The eyes warn of the precipice, find the water, search for prey
The ears hear the risk not seen, one ear and another, one to a side
The ears discern a threat, sense the danger, and caution ‘step away’
All to hint of a plan, that of the perfection of man
The nose, centered, beneath the eyes, nature’s blessing
The nose, a wafting of flowers, a babe’s sweetness, an aroma of spices pure
The mouth, nature bestows its riches, apples, cherries, water ice cold streaming
The mouth, a spoon to nurture, of tasteful pleasures, and we endure
All to hint of a plan, that of the perfection of man
The arms, to heft the bounty, sinew to raise all that is of essence
The arms, to protect loved ones, to embrace, to till the soil
The hands, to build, to feed, to fold in deference to a greater presence
The hands, to calm, to stay the evening chill, to celebrate the harvest of toil
All to hint of a plan, that of the perfection of man
The legs, to lessen the distance between mother and child, to walk, to run
The legs, to ascend the mountain, to follow the trail, to seek the new and leave the known
The feet, to seize the earth, to stride, and in turn, to lower gently, earthward, a victory won
The feet, to stand, to steady, to lean, to tactfully depart once seeds are sown
All to hint of a plan, that of the perfection of man
The mind of man, to conceive, to invent, to ease the burden, to assuage the pain
The mind of man, to conserve the forests, to defend the jungles, to cleanse the water
The Spirit and Soul of man, enduring, unceasing, continuing beyond our earthly plane
The Spirit and Soul of man, to love and revere Nature as mother, as father
All to hint of a plan, that of the perfection of man
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* * *
* planets psyches
whilst Saturn’s in Pisces
the end of a long journey awaits
through the cycles of life she skates
aboard water ice of Saturn’s fragile rings *
spun out of control, fans gossamer wings
BECOMING * ———* AN ——*— ENTANGLED — *— — WEB,
* WHENEVER — * SHE — STARTS — TO —* — STRAY — *
a--pivoting--death--spiral--a--backward lay
* afraid in orbit to show a little discipline *
she performs an axel, with precision
* time to let go of the toxicity, it is *
skate or die h a r m o n i c i t y
* welcoming in challenges
of a new age
* * *
* * *
Canines of cold bite down hard
Frigid daggers pierce the bones with reality
Pack ice, pregnant with the dynamism of glacial creep
Screaming and retching as it births its icy progeny to the Southern Ocean
Relentless gales turning billows to tiny needles of ice
That slap the skin to pain and then numbness
Replacing the now absurd definition once held for 'hell'
There can be no other than this bitter maw
The scorching breath of Hades would be welcome here
And yet ...
Water, ice flow, land mass
Even rooted far under the pack
Everywhere in this seemingly hostile icescape ...
LIFE ... burgeoning
Blood feeds tissue and respiration
Cells divide and divide again
Sentience and impulse command the macrocosm
Neurons fire in countless succession
And the remorseless but necessary circles of nature spin on
All for the primary concern - the focus of all intents:
Continuance.
A realm of such brutal beauty
An extraordinarily merciless allure and bloom
The very last place any sane creature of acumen would remain
Yet it blossoms and bursts with courses and extent
Even the night sky is alive with color and motility
Ribbons of wonder and movement
The sparkling flags of the antarctic heavens
Waving for all the hearty creatures
That make this gelid torment ... home.
Of all the great vacations I've been on-
the ones abroad and those on land and sea,
the place to which my thoughts are always drawn,
'North to Alaska' was the best for me.
On Princess Cruise, we left Vancouver port
to Ketchikan, Juneau, and Glacier Bay.
The towns were quaint and earned a good report,
but Glacier Bay - what a majestic day!
The cove was filled with glaciers, large and small,
that glistened in the sunbeams wondrously.
I felt I was in heaven, so enthralled,
by water, ice, and sky surrounding me.
Then all at once, a roar, loud as can be -
a feat called 'calving' suddenly began;
large chunks of glacier ice right then broke free,
cascaded down along a deep, wide span.
The ocean rose with waves, and I could feel
the splash of water sparkling in the air.
This sight of glacier splitting was surreal;
an act of nature shown beyond compare.
The blue and aqua colors in the ice
along with sky and sea reflecting gleam;
held captive by this beauty so enticed
me to remember this Alaskan dream.
February 7, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest:
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/13/2020
~3rd Place~
Visited: Alaska Glacier Bay
Sponsor: Lin Lane
Judged: 02/20/2016
'North To Alaska' is Alaska's Motto
Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir,
Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing.
In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer,
The Esophagus of a beat glass, sublimating.
Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing,
Wadded ash fills slander odious minds' breath.
The Esophagus of a beat glass, sublimating,
Vast flows of roses were built by the breadth.
Wadded ash fills slander odious minds' breath,
Feudal grief waves of cosmic spirits slayed.
Vast flows of roses were built by a breadth,
Memory eye is blinded by the soul conveyed.
Feudal grief waves of cosmic spirits slayed,
Her blood pours odorless love glass blossom.
Memory eye is blinded by the soul conveyed,
A silk heart buried in the onyx city of bloom
Her blood pours odorless love glass blossom,
Ice-cold skin, the disappearance of the spirit.
A silk heart buried in the onyx city of bloom,
Melding in the red rain of the horizon demerit.
Ice-cold skin, the disappearance of the spirit,
In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer.
Melding in the red rain of the horizon demerit,
Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir.
Written: May 17, 2022
Tides in motion beneath my crust
Of water-ice and planet dust,
Heat a hidden salty ocean,
Beneath my crust tides in motion.
My fertile womb so ripe with seeds,
With chemicals that new life needs,
Deep in the darkness, in the gloom,
So ripe with seeds my fertile womb.
We’re not alone, there’s quite a few,
Europa, Triton, Titan too.
We’re moons with a life-friendly zone,
There’s quite a few, we’re not alone.
In dreadful dreams I saw peril,
Aliens that are not sterile,
Importing death, disease, and screams,
I saw peril in dreadful dreams.
From Earth arrives a prying probe,
Now transiting past Saturn’s globe,
To learn if life in my womb thrives,
A prying probe from Earth arrives …
October 16, 2022
Swap Quatrain
For information about amazing Enceladus, see: solarsystem.nasa.gov/moons/saturn-moons/enceladus/in-depth/
or: www.newscientist.com/article/2339020-enceladus-shown-to-have-all-six-of-the-essential-elements-for-life/#:~:text=Saturn's%20moon%20Enceladus%20is%20producing,%2C%20oxygen%2C%20phosphorus%20and%20sulphur.
Uranus, a wonder to explore,
A mystery to unravel and adore.
Seventh from the sun, a world of blue-green,
With secrets to unveil, like none you've seen.
Tilted axis, a unique sight,
At 98 degrees, it spins just right,
And negative 224 degrees Celsius,
Uranus is one of the coldest, no less.
Methane, hydrogen, and helium,
Uranus' atmosphere, a scientific realm,
Deeper within, a layer of ice,
A mantle of rock, so precise.
13 rings of dust and ice,
Water ice, their primary guise,
Faint and challenging to see,
Studying their composition, a scientific spree.
27 moons orbiting around,
Titania, the largest can be found,
Rock and water ice, its makeup,
Probing Uranus, a chance to shake up.
A cosmic puzzle, a scientific call,
Uranus, a planet that mystifies us all,
Why explore its chemistry, you ask?
To know our place in this cosmic task.
POEM " HER COLD BLUE SKIN " by martin gedge
A windy frozen day night sky under the grey
the falling snow so thick and slow
would cover as she lay
in waters winter freeze death whistled through the breeze
as darkness walks the shadows talk
to whisper help her please
for souls onto receive to lead her to believe
upon the knife another life
would never let her leave
and so sick and sadly true her skin was cold and blue
as spring would break the ice would wake
to see her body through
and in her grip of strand the hairs to hold her hand
would set her free as it would be
to call upon the man
and judge and jury came in a court that bares her name
a guilty rule to catch a fool
to live in silent shame
and to one to sit his cell that drowns into the well
she is the witch that flicks the switch
to watch you burn in hell...
by martin gedge ©
News is there is water ice on the darkest side
of the moon, I wouldn’t drink it just yet,
A gray dirt snow cone is what we’ll get!
Sustaining the cislunar economy, or
linking the moon to the Earth is everything.
Our psyche thirsts for it, bursts of lunar power.
Moon water made during the full moon
or the new moon is most potent.
Tapping into the Luna’s source by steeping
it’s moonglaze, and underneath tomorrow’s
“Ice Moon” it’ll be charged fully.
We are seventy percent water.
The moon affects earthly phenomena,
like tides with its gravitational force.
Our mental state changes with the moon’s phases.
We absorb the Luna's positive aura.
A rare thunderstorm on a full luminous orb,
collects in a glass the energy of the moon
directly under its glow. Charged by the moon’s energy,
Energy so intense it moves oceans!