Sweat by Robin B. Lipinski


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Post June 05, 2014, 03:52:34 AM

Sweat by Robin B. Lipinski

Master poet Robin Lipinski, painted on several themes in his latest poetic offering.

It is an allegory of several different unrelated people, going about activities that arouse passion, bringing out traits similar to the other characters in the poem in their slice of life. The poem is a science fiction story of an alien invasion and it's aftermath. And it is a collection of similes, comparing the similarities of completely different subjects.

The greatest writers get you to think, evoking feelings from the reader by the meaning of the work as well as the colorful language and creativity. They also make you work for understanding, rather than just sitting back and absorbing it.

Here is a posting of the poem below.

Planetary environments, exposed to space
Shrouded by methane or nitrogen or hydrogen or some form of gas
Heated by singularity or duality of Sun
or like a bastard son without a known father, has nothing but blackness; frozen, alone, abandoned.

A young human male alone in a cold movie theater with his 'date'
Rising temperature, flush red face as he tries for first base.

A Russian drunk swimming in a hole chopped through the ice in frozen lake
Laughs, as he frolics and drying off heads back to his alcoholic haze.

A woman’s personality so cold, so hostile, like a distant comet lost in far space yet
her words, her actions cause heated pain.

Arctic expedition in the year 2029, Capt. Horton saw a star fall
at least that’s what his voice recording recovered recalled.
He trekked to discover what it was.

There is no video, no evidence left of the Capt. no, nothing but a small digital smashed voice machine.

"My God, they are aliens! They have landed in a craft shaped like an 'I'"
"They appear to be chasing each other naked and dare I say, laughing?
They appear to be playing a game."
"Oh my God, I think they’ve spotted…"

We can only speculate what happened.
Aliens were sighted and doing physical activity in a frozen environment.
They appeared to enjoy the snow and ice and had a direct part in the demise of the Capt.

I wonder if Capt. Horton felt the sweat of excitement just before getting vaporized
in some form of ungodly heat?

R.I.P.

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Post June 05, 2014, 10:57:47 PM

Re: Sweat by Robin B. Lipinski

You are a true friend Mark, thanks for exploring the heat.
Now, as always, the curse of payment of posting, much like a pack rat trading a pine coin for a diamond ring.
In the 'heat' of moment,
another...
***

She lay there on the sand, the hot, searing sand.
Sun baking flesh turning freckles from orange dots into a matrix of blood red.

Bikini's and thongs
Naked flesh so tempting
young men wanting as they to felt the rising heat.

She was black, most around were once white
now a color of skin turning.

Beach balls and frisbee's
the simmering waves of light distorted by the heat...
She lay there on the sand, the hot, searing sand.

Near and yet so salty; wave after wave crashing
Men aroused
Women revealing
until...

She could take no more and rising from where she lay,
ran into the inviting sea,
and with a bark of 'laughter' at the sun
this black lab stood on the white sand
shaking her black coat, freeing the heat with water
to once again take her place on the towel
to ignore those humans in heat
and go back to the dog world of dreams and sleeping.

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Post June 06, 2014, 02:28:31 PM

Re: Sweat by Robin B. Lipinski

Lipinski wrote:You are a true friend Mark, thanks for exploring the heat.
Now, as always, the curse of payment of posting, much like a pack rat trading a pine coin for a diamond ring.
In the 'heat' of moment,
another...
***

She lay there on the sand, the hot, searing sand.
Sun baking flesh turning freckles from orange dots into a matrix of blood red.

Bikini's and thongs
Naked flesh so tempting
young men wanting as they to felt the rising heat.

She was black, most around were once white
now a color of skin turning.

Beach balls and frisbee's
the simmering waves of light distorted by the heat...
She lay there on the sand, the hot, searing sand.

Near and yet so salty; wave after wave crashing
Men aroused
Women revealing
until...

She could take no more and rising from where she lay,
ran into the inviting sea,
and with a bark of 'laughter' at the sun
this black lab stood on the white sand
shaking her black coat, freeing the heat with water
to once again take her place on the towel
to ignore those humans in heat
and go back to the dog world of dreams and sleeping.

Well, you're welcome and thank you Robin for the lessons in writing with each poem you lay at our doorstep.

Wow, what a twist in your well executed poetic story.


Hot and Bothered
by Mark Edgemon

Sun baked, crisp and flakey, hot out of the oven;
walking blisters. Pulsating sun, change darkened color.
Solar flares licking the once green earth;
bubbling seas, scalding both surfers and pearl divers,
those who would not give up their craft, gave up the ghost.

I can see better days...but not in this life!

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