For many seasons I have sheltered here
In safety behind these walls
From lyrical youthful days of spring
to banshee like winter's squall
Golden harvested days with a nip
My favorite of them all
In the dead of winter born to this place
Summer an alien world
The month of July a gauntlet
A course to be abhored
The stark beauty of a winters day trees
black silhouetted against sky
A fire to stay warm easily done
Escape heat I'd see you try
Even if we strode around naked
There is just more to cook to a turn
Convectional winds superheated
Solar rays guaranteeing to burn
Within these walls where I reside
of flesh and scaffold of bone
I would happily abide with winter,spring,fall
and leave old Summer alone
The light is at the tunnels end
the weather channel predicts
The dog days arriving well before time
No more this year summer sics
I'll eat popcicles whenever I want to
Shower ten times a day
Do whatever to ride out this heatwave
and let summer have its way
Categories:
superheated, seasons, summer,
Form: Rhyme
superheated to perfection
her appearance a heat wave in motion
a superior being moulded in a furnace
her genes ignite the engine into my presence
pure energy emitting from her heart
radiant, blinding light her heartbeat
explosive, blasting open the colour spectrum
a red hot iron, branding her image into my cranium
a sonar, instantly changing the weather
mercury rising in her black leather
the cool breezes, my heart will sing
for the heavens open to shower me like a spring
fever and adoration form a marriage
it's too real to be true, a mirage
smouldering heat and power
dripping volatile fuel, poking my fire
she floated away on a summer breeze
my core temperature plummets to freeze
a weather phenomenon
walking by the red stop sign
Categories:
superheated, beauty, fire, lust,
Form: Romanticism
I
order
some coffee –
Americano –
wait with anticipation.
Superheated steam scalds the essence from the beans,
then rising from the cup, that rich fresh-brewed aroma.
I
savour
the vapours –
pure Arabica -
then notice in the saucer
something which I did not order : a biscuit,
yes, cellophane-wrapped an unsolicited biscuit,
the ubiquitous and unsolicited caramelised biscuit !
I
wonder
what’s it worth,
my unsolicited biscuit ?
I’ll send it back and get a refund !
Categories:
superheated, food, humor, satire,
Form: Free verse