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Occasional Poetry - 34. Heat Wave and Simplicity
i>Lighter fare for hot weather. I confess all the errors contained herein are mine. Too late to do much about them now.
Heat Wave
It's far too hot to hug, but we might kiss
if only we could range ourselves like this,
or maybe if we shift around like that,
our lips could touch, and wouldn't that be bliss?
This record heat knocked everybody flat,
the temperature the topic of all chat,
we wonder that for days like this we pray
in winter's harsh and frigid habitat.
But Helios will focus every ray
to dissipate the fog and dewy grey,
and beat upon the earth with all his might,
lest any man go coolly on his way.
And even in the darkness, out of sight,
the sun imparts his heat into the night,
our bodies made so hot as if to hiss
while we ignore the heat and choose delight.
Simplicity
Now let us praise a simple man
who lives without a data plan
he's often up before the sun,
his hands know work, his face is tan.
This man we laud, we've just begun
to cheer his talents, one by one;
he sings, recalls a poet's verse,
or reads a novel just for fun.
In new adventures, he'll immerse
himself in bikes, or hikes, or worse,
he'll overdo it, cross the line,
and then he'll need to see a nurse.
So lend an ear and so incline
ourselves to raise a glass of wine
to him for whim this ode began,
and may he blush, because he's mine.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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