Bikinis in the Arctic!

For 20 million years,
The EOCENE era
Of Earth’s history
	Was warm—
So warm, in fact,
That if mankind—
And womankind—
Had been around,
	The French Riviera,
The beaches of Florida,
	  Waikiki—
All would have had
Massive competition
From Arctic resorts—
    No ice, and
Temps, beach balmy!

But Earth’s climate
Is a rollerciaster—
33 million years ago,
  Cooling happened,
	Ice happened,
And we’ve flip-flopped
	Ever since.

Glacial,
		Interglacial;
  Cold,
		  Hot—
Some scientists say
Every 41,000 years!

In fact,
Our current temps
 Are said to be
	GLACIAL.

Thus Global Warming
  May just be us
    Heading for 
   INTERGLACIAL. 

So buy that
	Electric Tesla,
Fight for 
 Zero Carbon Emissions
   In every aspect
     Of our lives,
  And move your house      	To higher ground.

We can slow
	The change down,
But in the long run,
	Buy that bikini,
	And invest in 
  Arctic property—
	BEACHFRONT!

By Bruce Roberts,
Poet Laureate, Hayward, California

~ When I See Death ~



When we cross paths

I won't even be scared

Rolling up my sleeves

And preparing my fist

I'll join him into a fight



When death comes for me

I won't beg on my knees

Crying for a chance

For a life he didn't give

But hit him in the face



For the hurt that he caused me

Taking my loved ones from me

Emptying my house of family

Leaving my life lonely

And ending all my gravy



I'm gonna unleash my anger against him

Knowing fully well I will not win

But for him to taste small pain

That is experienced by mortal beings

Before taking me with him

My Sun Kissed Brother


I used to be told that my brother stepped one foot too close to the sun

He shone, my brother

glass speckled sunlight 

was the embodiment of living 

as he used to say

before he stepped one foot to close to the sun


He would stretch one tawny golden arm behind himself 

at the beach

flipped shades onto his eyes

as if that were his one Achilles' heel

his one vulnerability 

but the rest of his body soaked sunlight 

as if it were water


He survived off of golden 

drank shimmery liquid 

and prayed to the sun god

He always carried a fascination 

that wrapped itself around his mind

squeezing closer and closer

pressing the movement of 

hurry 

you don’t want to miss it

deeper and deeper 

until it was all he could think about


He awoke with the sun

and died when it came down

The Great Divide

Excessive burning of fossil fuels, coal, gas and oil,
green house gases blanketing our world. 

Entire forests, the lungs of our earth,
being cut down and burned. 
Rising sea levels, wild fires, barren soil, 
extreme weather adding to the turmoil. 

Animals of all species struggling to adapt 
to these rapidly changing conditions, 
wild fires, melting glaciers or dry lakes,
forcing them into extinction. 

Entire peoples with no resources 
are forced out of their land,
their lives shattered, seeking refuge, 
fleeing flooding, fleeing drought. 

Getting as far as neighboring nations, 
not much better than their own, 
devastated with such scarcity, 
quickly losing hope. 

The rich have raised their land
retrofitted, erected walls, 
the water, having no where else to go, 
ends up with the poor. 

We import food, which we then waste, 
our luxurious lives take a toll,
with no regard to those displaced, 
we lounge care-free in air conditioned homes. 

Impoverished nations are suffering today, 
and the rich will suffer tomorrow. 
Will we take action then, change our ways? 
Will it be too late?

By: Gloria E. Lopez

Life In Me

A piece of life 
I always carry in me,
it's not difficult 
besides making me slightly broody,
but it's a feathery 
heavy unbearable load
that changes it's the onus 
depending on mood.

Mood like 
Venice's anachronistic 
charm,
or like seasons 
at places closer 
to equator's arm,
varies 
with astonishing recurrence
or just changes 
with unbelievable 
happenstance.

The mood is a significant part 
of my mundane life
which controls my life 
in every felicity and strife
I coaxed and cajoled 
my life to control mood
nothing worthwhile happened, 
never for good.

But then... 
that's life which I carry in me,
A faded memory 
or a blushing smiley,
A wailing 
of heartbreaking grief
and a collage of various moments.
..... very very brief.

Mamadee is a student, youth leader, activist, an entrepreneur, community organizer, a writer and above all a philanthropist residing in Voinjama City, Republic of Liberia. Who captures emotions and loves to paint work like pictures. Writing for him has become an undying passion and hobby. He enjoyed a bilingual emotion- mixed childhood, in a society where everything was lively with daily scenes caught the eye, so well that he writes on many themes. He finds solace in writing what surrounds him, such as the daily scenes from society, both positive and negative. He loves to capture the life of Liberia, Africa and the world at large. Mamadee is currently a student at the Lofa County Community College, reading accounting. His passion for self sustanance in food production led him to volunteer at Agrolite.

I AM A SNOWMAN

I am a snowman built from winter snow 
My eyes are large and round 
I like to look around 
I like to play with the people 
Who built me from the ground

I am a Snowman
Each year a new Snowman stands here,
Wide eyed at the earth 
Looking at the people who 
Made them from the snow

A new Snowman I am   
Standing tall and strong

Watery Winter Sunshine 
No! Not that, 
I feel! 

The climate change, I feel 
Standing less round and 
Closer to the ground
I yell to the children, 
Who built me from the ground 
Can I have another day? 
Can you save your Earth, 
Don’t let us melt away 

By Linda Hibbard
Previously published by Synchronized Chaos, December 2021

Nature's Cuddle

My heart fills in blessings
When I rush to the pastures, green and florid land
The river bank or the other side of nature calls me 
To soar higher and higher with the birds the blue mingles with 
The eyesight turns back to the condensed shady illuminated mango garden
Invokes me to join the picnic with the neighbors
Here by the water the breeze flowing on blood soothes my heart
Take my breath fresh and longs to stay some more time 
The heavenly peace I find even in the sweet dream in my midnight sleep
I won't like to threaten my heart for the nightmare of the tiger's prey
Nor to join the line of the burning fireplace having the body turned into ashes. 
  
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
02/01//2021

The Shade of Light

You live in the shade of light
I hover around the grey and pale
Floating in darkness to see the light of morning
Rohingyas' eyes fixed at the unknown future to the sandy Bhasan Char
Night be filled with glowing colors 
The mundane fugacious pain or beauty lasts as long as
The winding snakes swimming away before the eyes on the stagnant pond
The light sweeping away from one corner to the other
Make us busy with work, the other deep in sleep or dance.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
03/01//2021


Your Single Word

Your single word of Spanish cherry 
Pours the scent in my heart
Your light of the word-smoke flies over on the surface of my eyes
Blows soft wind on the river
The rays of the rising sun - mild reflection of your love
Holding this focus I find the way of reaching the goal
In the midst of millions of stars 
You are the moon-my ostrich plume
Throughout the sphere of your single word blooms the world's eye
Phoenix the bird - the glorious wings of your loving charms. 

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
03/01//2021

The Heavenly Breast

Surrounded by the deceptive world 
You stand before me with your jolly and smiling face
And spread the hands
I hide myself into your breast
Passing the night in maddening gay 
Are you an angel of heaven?
All the sorrows and sufferings turn into a heavenly joy
Never like to turn my head back from this shelter
Please, allow me dear forever and ever
You are the image of my love
I would like to die, of course in this world you build for me.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
04/01//2021


The Sprouting Laughter

That hidden surprising laugher
I remember ever and anon at my rest
With my sisters I talked and laughed in the starry light so loud
The sunny sprouting grass in the rainy season
But within very short getting in touch of the burning chimney 
My heart fully staggered down, tossing in the stormy night
Day by day as the burning wood the heart turned into ashes
While laughing the eyes poured down
Stopped or browbeaten by the vipers
Faltering once and again and faded
What's the use of a ninny?
Now after so many times of rising and setting the sun
I can hear the heavenly laughter of my little daughters
Mingling with the light of the stars
O the world of life and light - the heavenly resort of joy!

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
04/01//2021