Here are some thoughts about snow. Enjoy!   😆

∴ THE FLAKES ARE COMING! ∴

The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
Look out! Look out! Look out!
The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
You hear my fearful shout.

I run around, my hands held high,
Arms waving in the air;
But nothing I can say or do
Can stop the flakes right there.

So quiet, so insidious,
One glides into my eye;
Then one lights upon my nose,
And I can only cry:

The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
Look out! Look out! Look out!
The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
There really is no doubt.

The ghostly paratroopers fall,
So silent and so grim;
From sky so grey and ashen all,
The divers, swirling, swim.

So slow at first, the noiseless horde
Mounts and mounts and mounts;
Until their overwhelming rush
Makes plain what really counts.

Numbers! Ceaseless numbers!
Skirling from above;
Continue on and on and on,
No hate, no show, no love.

The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
Look out! Look out! Look out!
The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
There really is no out.

So, soon I must accept my fate,
Surrender to my fear;
Because, when all is said and done,
The flakes, so white, are here!

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 Poetry is word play. I like playing with words!   😆
Heh, figure this one out!

ALL I AM

All I am
All I am
All I am
All I am
All I am

I am all

I am

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DICHOTOMY

This one’s a screamer . . .  I had posted this on the blog but I’ve since decided to make a new page solely for poetry. Not all my poetry is so morose.

I love myself
I hate myself
I kill my children
My parents too
I build great works
Then I destroy them
Though my time is brief
I squander my opportunity
To survive

I want more
That’s all
More
I have it all
But still
I want more
My capricious desires
Drive me
To kill myself
Over and over
I just can’t agree
So I explode
Over and over
Concussion shatters
Any chance
To survive

What is my destiny?
To explore this space
To grow and live
Or be an archaeological memory
A shard from a broken pot
A wisp of smoke
Dissipated
In the winds of Time?
Why am I waiting
For the death blow?
It’s coming
Inevitable
But I’m too busy
No time for that
I’m too busy
Killing myself
Killing my children
Over and over
I’m too busy
To survive

I have potential
I have ability
I have intelligence
I have will
I have diligence
I have great love
And yet
I use it all
To kill myself
Over and over
Why do I kill myself?
How does that help
To survive?

What’s it going to take?
How can I coalesce?
How can I focus
On the real issues?
I can learn
I can change
Or I can die
In suffering and misery
I don’t want to die
I want to live
I want to know
This place
Where I exist
My talents, however
My will, my drive
My overactive imagination
My mythology
Keep me
Killing myself
Over and over
And cancel my chance
To survive

So where will I be?
When the asteroid hits
When the super volcano
Emancipates the planet
When the ice comes
When the flare
Sanitizes
When “God”
Delivers my due?
How many times
Have I survived such?
How many times
Have I moved
Back into the caves?
How many chances
Are left
To survive?

Doesn’t matter
I have my own agenda
I’m too busy
Killing myself
Killing my children
Destroying my world
To survive

Do I have any sense to come to?