Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost
Fire and Ice
Some may say my world will end
When I heat my ice and smoke it in.
Once you have tasted that desire
you will only look for ice and fire.
But if I get to die again
I may just melt the ice and pump it in.
Either way it will suffice
what good is a world without fire and ice.
By George W. Richards Spring 2012
Robert Frost did not live in a world with methamphetamine hydrochloride (Meth).
I do.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost
Fire and Ice
Some may say my world will end
When I heat my ice and smoke it in.
Once you have tasted that desire
you will only look for ice and fire.
But if I get to die again
I may just melt the ice and pump it in.
Either way it will suffice
what good is a world without fire and ice.
By George W. Richards Spring 2012
Robert Frost did not live in a world with methamphetamine hydrochloride (Meth).
I do.
Poem on Poetry
Pop the top on a jar of a
Spicy homogenized mixture
And add it to a pot.
Strike the fire and apply the heat
Until the steam rises into the night
Then breath it in from that spot.
Pour over the bland flour sticks
That you have assaulted with water
Oil and salt.
Prepared in a different pot.
The sauce warms the noodles again.
The mixture coats and flavors but
Cannot penetrate the outer husk of
The dense noodle.
You give it a taste. You try it again.
You want to eat in the special flavor
Of the dish. You want it to be a new
Favorite on your life menu.
But it burns you once again. Let it cool
You say, but you think,
this may be the end.
Even with the snow on the top
The mixture is just too
complex for me to digest.
By George W. Richards February 2012
Spicy homogenized mixture
And add it to a pot.
Strike the fire and apply the heat
Until the steam rises into the night
Then breath it in from that spot.
Pour over the bland flour sticks
That you have assaulted with water
Oil and salt.
Prepared in a different pot.
The sauce warms the noodles again.
The mixture coats and flavors but
Cannot penetrate the outer husk of
The dense noodle.
You give it a taste. You try it again.
You want to eat in the special flavor
Of the dish. You want it to be a new
Favorite on your life menu.
But it burns you once again. Let it cool
You say, but you think,
this may be the end.
Even with the snow on the top
The mixture is just too
complex for me to digest.
By George W. Richards February 2012