I love when we sit in the hot bright sun,
add some butter or we will get well done.
Sky and water of ice blue,
better than the dull store view.
Oh! look I am popping so I will run.
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!
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.
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.
Water, ice, and steam,
the Trinity as seen
Three persons unto God,
whose will and spirit laud
In Holy contradiction,
their essence so defined
Divine interpretation,
eternity sublime
This moment of no matter,
nor past nor futures blamed
Embedded in our deepest selves,
beyond forsaken claims
“All glory to the Father,
devotion to the Son
Open to the Holy Ghost,
proclaimed—our souls become”
(Beaupre: January, 2022)
white cotton candy
formed by whisked dust water ice...
strewn over bare sky
23-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note: Haiku or Senryu poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France -A Dear Heart
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 ©
“Hurry up slowpoke-take my hand”, said the little boy to his dad. “Wait until you taste the cherry water ice on 2nd Street”
“Hurry up slowpoke-take my hand”, said the boy, who was now a teenager, to his girlfriend. “Wait until you taste the cherry water ice up on the avenue.”
“Hurry up slowpoke-take my hand”, said the teenager, who was now a father, to his son. “Wait until you taste the cherry water ice just off the bypass.”
“Hurry up slowpoke-take my hand”, said the father, who was now a grandfather, to his grandson. “Wait until you taste the cherry water ice at the community center.
One day, the grandfather felt like having a little cherry water ice, then he heard a voice say: “Hurry up slowpoke-take my hand. Wait until you taste the water ice in Heaven.”
YO PHILLY
Statuate Billy Penn who stands on tall
And sits upon the antique City Hall
To view and overlook the sky and trees
There is a small metropolis to see
And see our main Broad Street run both north and south
Where all the lights adorn resplendent sights
As in an airport runway in the night
Along with staggered bistros in the north
A place where philly cheesesteaks do abound
Delicious Scrapple joined in with the eggs
A tasty Amish food that has a flair
Hot mustard and soft pretzels added in
And a sweet water ice to quench your thirst
To love a tasty blend of Philly fare
A Sonnet about where you live Contest
sponsored by Silent one
How patched th' universe of star stitched,
bring on earth all gems enriched.
Long ago almost beyond human believe;
pure water ice crusted soft rays and eve,
bloom on the suns largest thieve;
Th' twilight lens, th' sky's fence,
lustter'd upon earthly living lens;
to buckle up and tie ones hence,
and show what another can by pence,
lean, embrace what doth sensed;
The twilight lens
cove framed by glaciers
blue water, ice, peaceful sky-
heaven surrounds me
February 18, 2016
Premiere Contest: Hi-Ku (2)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
A few snowflakes signal the winter
With it comes the deadly cold wind
Keep warm by the fire, not to shiver
Only hearing the music of the wind.
The mind will get covered by depression
As the land covered by avalanche in snow
Winter comes not singly but in battalion
Using all the blues there’re that it knows.
Blue for water, ice, clear or cloudy sky
Health, diseases, obese, other such woes
If a single, or divorced or the spouse awry
It’s blue winter making one blued if so.
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Date: 12-10-13
Seventh Place Win
Contest: Winter Blues
Now that it's summertime, do you know what I consider nice?
I would like any flavor of Italian water ice!
There is always joy in the summer season.
Getting out of school for ten weeks is one reason.
However, there is one thing about summer I like.
No, I’m not talking about riding my bike,
or going through the woods to take a hike.
My old man drives an old beat-up Ford.
Summer camp for me is one thing he can’t afford.
So for this time, I am stuck in the city.
However, for me, you need not feel pity.
If I have a couple of bucks, I’m in luck.
I just wait for that Italian water ice truck.
August 22, 2012
During a sultry summer’s afternoon,
when anyone can melt away and swoon,
nothing can cool us off quite as nice
as a generous helping of Italian water ice.
Slaves of Roman emperors from ages ago,
would trek into the mountains to gather snow.
They brought it down to mix with fruit and honey.
Thus, we have ambrosia that came to be.
For most folks, it is a seasonal treat.
Anytime in the summer, it is cool and sweet.
With lots of different flavors galore,
once you try some, you will be back for more.
We are familiar with traditional lemon and cherry.
However, have you tried mango and black raspberry?
How about exotic Italian anisette?
Wagering you will like them all is a safe bet.
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