Warming is about caring
Climate change is weathering
Inside too hot,
Outside too cold,
Temperatures on the rise,
Yet in the blink of an eye,
High becomes low,
And our noses give off a red glow.
And our toes no longer good to go.
Yet temperatures among us still rising,
With those who find the cold embracing,
Threatening an uprising,
If those who are for turning up the inside heating,
Don't start compromising.
No wonder bosses turn to drinking,
With employees too cold or too hot to be working.
A memory seared into my mind with the rose red tint of desire,
The hazy flush of too much, too soon.
I crawl into the car after you
our figures crowding the tenebrous space
My drunken gaze stumbles upon
your hair
short brown strands my fingers itch to explore
My eyes drift to your face
and a flush brightens my cheeks
Beautiful and stagnant
Infinite and untouchable
The curve of your nose
The secrets held in your smile lines
Shadows dance to grace
your delicate features
I, too, would die
to trace the lengths of your lips
Dizzy with lust and unspoken words
i lay my head on your shoulder
Heat burns where our skin touches
scorching and dangerous
You place a hand on my leg
impartial to the cross delicate on my collarbones
and my skin sears and blackens
even eight months later I still see the outline
of a winter intertwined
Storms are passing with
The heat I could not stand,
The days drag on so slow as
Summer's flames were fanned
Winds calmed the burn
Yet it lingered there,
As stubborn as ever
Hanging on in the air
Just when I thought
That I was truly done,
Then came the rain
And a more gentle sun.
Seasons come and season go
With regularity there's ebb and flow
In tropical climes it's most about how much sunlight passes by
Summers steamy with lots of rain, so called winter time is dry
For six months now we've acclimatised, each morning, temps of twenty three degrees
It's late autumn, morning temp suddenly, seventeen, don a jumper feels like were gonna freeze
So called winter, a few real cold mornings temp is down to five, we're in a fix
We groan a bit, but soon it's warm, temp's now raised to twenty six
Raised in heavy frost wind and sometimes snow
So sensitive now to cold I wont return temp's too often way too low
Fate is a thing such as mould
While you're the material
And what does life feel?
A melting furnace is either hot
or cold?
It's hot when you're inside
Being melted and coil
To be the things expected
Which opposed by your soul
Once you desire to be yourself
As what you firmly believe
To create your own spectacular life
Allowing all the dreams to bloom
As long as you're your ownself
The fate will leave you
To the distant invisible
Staying obsolete
And being cold
Blowing through my area for a few days
gust making temperature bitterly cold
rushing underneath my coat; soo bold
penetrating my layers of clothing and boots
siphoning my body natural warmth
hands throbs with pain; gloves no help
feet and face froze noticeably numb
leg bones stiffening as I continue to step
restricting my singing and dancing blood flow
left me feeling empty, cold, and stiff head to toes
wondering, "are you trying to steal my heart and soul?"
Deforestation
Sore cosmos, maimed nature
Silently pouring irate invective
On myopic mortals
Without a lamp or vista
Beauty lost to the beast
Pristine lands, barren grounds
Green fields, brown meadows
Nature mislay, love lost
Man's gain, nature's pain
Buy the forest, sell it not
The Owl mourns its lost cottage
The Lion roars in disillusion
At the sight of its looted Kingdom
Elephants trumpet in hunger and anger
Loud wails echo in the animal kingdom
As humanity hails new conquest
Snow-covered oceans thawing
Seals, sore memories for Bears
The forest shaved bald
As the torrents become bold
Temperature soaring
Men rejoicing
In cathedrals without hues.
From Echoes from the Savannah © Makinde Adebayo Adeniyi, 2024
The disgusting side of Jack's nature
Is his bearing of Doctor's stature
A will to give medical lecture
The Doctors robe drape in bold picture...
Feel Jack would his feet for temperature,
A long bleeding stop with ligature,
An open wound evenly suture;
One's health in medical terms capture...
Jack's hands watch for feverish coldness,
When they start trembling more boldness
Something his doctor friends resent,
For patients don't without their consent...
This point they all shall to Jack present,
His wife present, her mind not absent.
"Thrice Jack's palm on his heart for the beat"
The medic who saw it felt heat:
"A checking of self like a doctor?
Isn't this Jack Bastard Good Actor?"
August sizzled our eyebrows off this year
However, our barbeque places were in full gear
We ate our ribs, and yelled Kansas City Chiefs!
From the outside, however, there was no relief.
The weather has been brutal, the heat stifling and mean.
It's the worst August this hotspot has ever seen!
It is another spring
It is a brand new season
Another day of light rain falling
Another semi-sunny day again
And another occasion of witnessing
And enjoying the bulbs blossoming
Where many blue chicks are chirping
Imitating multitude colorful sparrows
Which are cheerfully singing
In the sky, and where two twin rainbows
Are stylishly stationing there
Like two cool bears who dare
Pausing for a Sunday afternoon picture
It’s a wonderful hour
Oh! Perfect is the temperature
And magnificent is Mother Nature
It’s a new season again
It’s another day in Eden.
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Looking through the lace glazed window
patterns etched due to frosty cold
heat failed to keep them clear
as temperatures dropped low.
I put my fingers on the glass
prints became imprinted
showing where the warmth
had touched the cold pane.
I then blew on the pane
with one big breath
one big circle appeared
providing a peeking hole.
Extreme cold touch the prairies
heat could not keep up
a peeking hole was all needed
as a storm brewed outside.
The philosophy of a thermoflask
Is simple
To keep the temperature stable
At least for 24 hours
Before a new day
Icy cold remains icy cold
Hot remains hot
No sophistication
Love resembles that too
Keep up the sentiments and feelings
Wholeheartedly
And romantically
For life
As he will be
The only one in your life
And don't ever start a cold war
It hurts the heart of tender feelings
Like a thermoflask
I am worried but I think I'm being silly,
every morning I wake up with a temperature in my Willy,
It's always boiling hot as well as very very tense,
it always sneezes lots of snot and the sneezing is intense,
it always sleeps and cools as soon as the sneezing ends,
but what worries me the most my friends,
the snot is a similar volume and is dense,
every morning I wake up it's full of snot again,
I cancelled a date at the weekend to rest and help it mend,
when I woke up in the morning it was ill and angry to no end,
I massage and I massage and each massage more intense,
sad because it keeps me single when I could have a girlfriend.
I feel it must be nursed hour after hour
before the bells can ring out from the towers
the sun will shine when gardens are with flowers,
the struggle is mine to endure but I have the power
the young will think these words of mine make no sense,
but all men will one day in life go through this experience,
for some of you confusing lingo is a consequence
if you don't understand by now, it's rude and may cause offence
Ow Summer days increase the heat so much
before the sweat melts me thus,
I dream winter instead
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