CLIMATE CHANGE IS UPON US

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Science Tells The Truth

Climate Change Is Upon Us

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A Quantum Physics Poem 1.1

2020 seems like an Alternate Reality.

This is not an explanation,
Only my simple observation.

A Science and Conscience Limerick

The world has been through times like this before and mankind has survived. That said, I am a baby boomer who could have never imagined what is happening in the world today.

The Curvature of Water

And here, in the kingdom of clouds,
vast continents of mist
dwarf the mountains,
lumber lightly
in from the ocean,
float improbably, silently.
They sometimes, when the air is cold,
leak acres of crystal
in the high wilderness of fir and grizzly,
burying the trees and crags of the
inaccessible mystery in white.

And here, over the empire of emeralds,
they sweep and swell and
break apart and spill out
mighty rivers and silver lakes,
wash the air clean and
sift down through my willow tree,
bit by drop, sink from sight and
hurry to refill the ocean.

CLIMATE CHANGE IS UPON US

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Science Tells The Truth

Climate Change Is Upon Us

What

What will we the journey be like
To toil through interstellar dust
Leptons muons
Amino acids

Godly Conversations…

Me: Dear God…

God: Yes God

Me: You are the god!

God: Why do you think so?

Me: you created us. You are the ultimate source for this universe, the vigour for everything that ‘exists’

God: No, you created you… You are God!

Me: I created me?

God: Of course… God!

Me: Who created you?

God: Me? We ain’t diverse

Me: Am not clear, alright… What after death?

God: Empty…

Me: Empty?

God: Yes, Empty.

Me: What is Empty?

God: Nothing… A State of vacuum. A Nullified Cognizance!

Me:  Let me put it this way, what is Death?

Corona

Deep in the time of eclipse
As birds bed down and dusk creeps up
We see the Suns halo and crown
Reaching out to her children
Light in the darkness

Glory

And we stand upon this globe
Asking of the Universe
What?

Metathesis

Raw material
thought unneeded and defective
on snows of paper-

After Death – 2. Puking Memories

Eyes of mother
Face of mother
Fatherly whiffs
Black shoe polish
Understanding genders
Attracting genders
Rank holders
Daddy outings with brother
Mom twisted my thigh meat
for espying pale girl thighs

Muddy Banks of Childhood

by Hemmingplay

Shimmering metalicelectricbrightblue armorskin,
Wire-thin waist,
Twitchy, angry wings
Searing sting, delivered like hot death.
Oh, yes. I learned. I learned.

Mud dauber wasps drop
Out of the sun like Messerschmitt One-Oh-Nines,

Science Street

Science Street

The street where I work has a ring at each end
Spinning the subatomic in electromagnetic tunnels, round and round
Particle accelerators here on the English chalk

flower

(fibonacci poem)

Feast for the eyes

soil

seeds

tiny shoots

bursting out tender blushing -red

change into lush green all around bushy

bottom heavy bulby bulky bubbly stocky buds appear

know not what tinge hidden inside open their coat flaps convey what’s in

wowee! lovely multi arrays pink red orange blue blossoming all in one nod in wonder spreading its sweet scents into air show where God’s mesmerisms lie.

(the last 21 syllable line had to be doubled due to shortage of width.)

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We, as human beings
Manipulate the truth,
Beliefs become facts
Facts morph into lies