Reports they redact and hide
Experts who tried can’t chide
Appliance of science denied
Us all being taken for a ride
On some helter skelter slide
With no shelter in or outside
Swelter in this delta of snide
Fried by fake national pride
As the past & future collide
Know on us all have spied
Our secrets they have pried
Data for advertisers supplied
Time to choose your side
Surmise AI guys pie eyed
In Geneva should be tried
For war crimes can’t abide
Yes it is up to us to decide
To stop the slop of the tide
What term history’s applied
Call it genocide or ecocide?
Either way everything died !
Dancing barefoot in the rain
much needed respite to summer's stifling swelter
~ a welcome ritual expressing gratitude
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Scorpions
Night, just sleeping in a dream of land
Thousand of eyes look at me, evil kinds
My heart beats, I can’t breathe, swelter
My eyes opened. Death’s smile arriving
My room was full of scorpions, all looked at me
Slowly they climbed at me and covered me.
This is the last memory from my life. Goodbye.
The smell of death became fog, a cloud my life
Goodby life
Goodbye Life!
‘You are welcome here!’
Greeted me my Satan.
There was a time worth remembering
There was a moment you wouldn't forget
But it was lost to a fatal misjudgment
And had been replaced with regret
I wait for it to peak its head out
To the wind the action was tossed
But i swelter in the heat of a missed opportunity
And reconcile with my loss
Today the sun did not rise
instead on the horizon
came the demons
They flew towards me
in sync with the songs
of the sirens
The demons came fast and furious
and they approached me with pure evil
pulling at my skin and reaching for my soul
Hot, they were so hot
and they melted my hair
and burned my clothes
But I fought them
as they tried to pull me down
down deep into the realm of Hell
I would not win this day
I would swelter and burn
and cook for all eternity
People ask where’s the year gone August
yet I face summer swelter August.
Someone wonder how times is lost
as fall lurks behind a closed-door August.
Someone revels in spring love a poetic leap
but spends time alone August.
In March a child dances
the world turns before my eyes August.
In March a child’s cry
a heavy sigh in August.
In the morning a whisper
a resonance at dusk August
In depths of night a pause
the soft cry August.
In spring a planted seed
a leaf falls August.
A gust of wind passage of time
people ask where’s the year gone August.
Hot And Cold
Miracle Man
7/31/2024
August will most surely bring us some scorch,
prompting this old dog to remain inside.
Perhaps a short visit to the front porch,
but whatever comes I'll take it in stride.
Each year I gladly suffer the swelter,
just to reap the fringe benefits of fall.
Time has elapsed from the old storm shelter,
the wind quickly turns brisk and Snow Geese call.
The leaves start to turn and soon start falling,
which creates raking chores that must be done.
Which never strikes me as too enthralling,
but at raking time I'll not be the one.
It is cold this April morning
But I will not turn on the heat
got double socks on my feet
ate a bowl of warming cream of wheat
Still cold this April morning
Coffee hot to heat soul
wear sweater inside to fight the cold
furnace stays off to many bills I owe
Cold April morning
Just the other day it was hot enough to sway
turning on the AC on just a little would be okay
but than a cold front blew in for a few days
April Morning
The rain is cool the wind is strong the flowers droop with dread
spring had sprung a warm sunny one but it seems the seasons kid
but enjoy it now for the summer swelter beacons, I like it now instead.
“Like the soft zephyr of a breeze-
my words read down and up to please.”
_ by Poet
A zephyr is our saving breeze
while swishing softly through the trees
uplifts our senses, guarantees
a happiness that's sure to please
while motion flows and currents seize
the paths to glide with nature's ease
and, scented with perfumes, appease
with calming, lulling expertise-
oh, summertime, you hold the keys
on scorching days with high degrees
we wait for your sweet gusty tease
that cools and calms, as swelter flees
to comfort well the felt unease
A zephyr is our saving breeze
Angels fluff the bitter snow.
the frozen lake was a river’s know,
that run rapids in season warmer flow.
for now, Angels fluff the bitter snow,
at where I met her love in winter; as weather go.
that she’s a flaming redhead,
swelter of lust, as affection grows.
My residence has never seen any demolition.
Nor had I to shelter under a place of obstruction.
It's my extirpated inner self that I'm fleeing from.
And seeking a refuge where faith is unshakably firm
Natural calamities have little to do with me.
But, human-induced disasters, herein I am not free.
I bear nature’s conditions and extreme temperatures.
But, unable to adjust to the moral trespassers.
I feel someone is offering spiritual shelter.
Till I find such a divine one, my heart is in swelter.
Black storm clouds that gather over the terrain of my mind
Should be delinked and all affinities should be aligned.
Though escape from realities, once in a while, might sooth
Could one evade kith and kin and avoid day-to-day truth?
Endorsing and enhancing humanitarianism
Could, here on earth, helm one towards libertarianism?
Yet, the ultimate shelter for all living entities
The Supreme Soul, who surpasses earthly identities
Unto Him is the tireless striving of my shield about
In his shelter, I'll rest free from every heart-hounding doubt.
Say I tell you this then relay it
The sun is hotter today than it's
Ever been I know I will have
A suntan today Crimson spark
Speak of black the dark blacker
Than the DARKEST NIGHT
I will be sun strong! Yeah I will be
That black man today I say
Brothers sisters relay tell that to
All them CATS In the SWELTER
I will be that black man today
The sun burns DEHYDRATES
EXCESSIVE VITAMIN D deposit
I will be strong prolong this Immortal
Song! SUN STRONG!!
Blacker to be who I am
Blackest to be me
Sun strong step into the swelter
Pass it on RELAY! SUN STRONG!
August
The last hurrah
Of
The swelter fest
Many apologies to all you Summer lovers
Depression is a coat I wear constantly now
It used to hang in the closet now and then
I’d take it out to see if it fits and put it back
Its drab colors are enticing when I’m bare
I’d take it off misbelieving I still could
It was too costly to wear all the time
After what I’ve been through the size fits
Now, I can’t make the coat unzip
I see others in the spotlight strutting bare
With a coat on I swelter in joy’s lamp
I used to say just in case it pours inside
Then I'd run to the closet like a model
But, it's now knitted in skin in any weather
Now I know I'll wear it for my open casket
Its corduroy will no longer shroud my joys
Its diagnosis will be unsewn then
Even with no rain, I am bundled up
The soggy jacket knows me too well
It has stitched itself into my persona
It repels me from happiness at times
With no choice, I’ll act presentable
It never disappoints despite catcalls
That coat that never falls on the runway
So, I’ll make depression a fashion show
I don't need to do
anything much
today.
Ate my breakfast
took my pills
and showered.
The bins go out
Tomorrow.
I don't have
A cat.
The TV's pre-set to record;
I watch it anyway,
(A president to come
Or will he go?)
A mass of people swelter
In a too hot sun
Or huddle bleakly in the snow.
The riots will kick off after dark.
It goes along every day the same.
The instructions that we got don't match the kit.
The manual we asked for never came and
Nobody can work out how to make it go.
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