On a hot sunny day,
Sipping a Starbucks drink;
You have clouded my mind
With thoughts I have yet to consider.
On a cold winter night,
Warming up in front of the fireplace,
Your silhouette shines beneath the moon
Wondering how time flies so quick.
There are times when we feel lonely,
Emptiness seep through the veins.
A black canvass is all we need
To gain color in our lives.
As if Mother Nature,
Were expressing her anger,
Through the intolerable hellish heat,
That for the humans is damn hard to beat!
Perhaps revenge is being taken by nature,
For all the ghastly deeds we have done to her,
It’s nothing but an admonition,
Before the ultimate extinction.
It’s time we protected environment,
Before we in hell are sent!
November-11-2002
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
I bring warmth to those cold
I bring energy to those weak
No one believes in what they are told
They only search for what they seek
I help many things grow
Without me so many would die
I help out so much in life's flow
I just sit here in the morning sky
Exactly what my purpose not many know
I brighten up lives after the rain
I make most happy I take away pain
I ask for nothing I have nothing to gain
I just leave a warming stain
And for that most are thank full
I just ask don't stare
You will get more then an eye full
You will get a strong lasting glare
So for your eyes take care
After the rain I can help with the rainbow
Dry up after a flood
I put a glisten to the first fall of snow
I dry up unwanted mud
I'm always wanted around I've been told so
After the showers
That come and go
I bring comfort to the drenched flowers
Everything has a beautiful side that I hope they show
Nope I don't have special powers
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As cold as ice
As warm as the sun’s ray
So do my emotions differ day from day
Who will be today’s unsuspecting prey
His icy words are still lingering in my soul
Still making its way down to each and every bone
Scraping at the ends of my inner being
Today, my heart is frozen stiff, I simply have no feeling
Perhaps tomorrow it might be whole
Who knows, maybe, just maybe someone might warm my soul
Written by
Dlr
The weather today is just hot as hell,
The sweat’s dying to surface,
As if in an endless race,
Against nature’s ever fresh well.
Heat can’t ever be avoided,
Unless one is literally lifeless,
A condition none has the power to suppress,
Since all the endeavours know of one end, dead.
The momentary presence of Dante’s inferno,
Reminds us again, it’s really hard to let it go.
The pressure inside
when you and I
are together
builds and builds
with every glance,
every wink,
every smile.
But when we touch,
the pressure becomes too much to handle
and I erupt
like a volcano.
The molten lava melting
over my heart,
my lungs,
my brain,
heating every inch of my body
in the hot magma that is you.
Flowers and
showers in
April and May,
June and July
getting warmer
each day,
August, September,
kids go back
to school,
October, November,
now it's getting
too cool,
December and
January, we all
pay the price,
icy the sidewalk,
no boots will
suffice, February,
March, so glad
it's getting
warm, here
we are back
once more
chasing the
rainstorms!
2013 ©
Weather, pressure, hot and cold,
Swirls around in the heavens until it gets old,
Tumbling down across rivers and streams,
Through mountains and valleys, canyons, ravines.
Painting the clouds with a paintbrush unseen,
Whistling and howling, of where you have been,
Of all of the elements, I've always loved you,
It's because of the unity you often imbue,
A thundertorm isn't the same when you've left,
When you're there all the poise is indeed so bereft,
But gusty, blustery, flustery wind,
When you strum up your fury,
We best not be thin-skinned.
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