An Epigram On The Solutions To Climate Change. AKA Fat Chance.

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 In gusts they twirl, those mighty steel knights,

Stealing winds' energy with all their might.

Climate change quivers, as windmills prevail,

Turning breezy chaos into a renewable tale!


Well, there was an epigram. I think that in order to show a level of balance, I should also write a sestina (the single most fiendishly difficult poetic form) on the same subject:


The fever breaks the ice, the glaciers weep,

an enblaring of warnings, rising deep.

Can human hands the warming tide appease?

Solar panels blossom, silent trees

drinking sunlight, turning it to power,

a future bright in every sunlit hour.


Sunlit hour, can it eclipse the greed

that chokes the Earth, a cancer's cruelest seed?

Innovation blooms in labs, a flower

of wind turbines, giants in each tower,

whispering promises, a gentle breeze,

to heal the Earth, appease the troubled seas.


The troubled seas, once havens rich and blue,

now choked with plastic, skies a sickly hue.

Can mindfulness take root, a fertile seed,

inspiring change in every planted seed?

Compost heaps hum, a symphony so new,

birthplace of life, where waste finds purpose true.


Purpose true, a shift in hearts and minds,

a generation rising, hope it finds.

Public transport weaves a vibrant queue,

hydrogen cars, a cleaner, gentler hue.

Less consumption, less for landfills' needs,

a future bright in every planted seed.


Planted seeds, a tapestry of green,

forests reborn, a verdant, living screen.

Sustainable practices, a binding creed,

to heal the Earth, a universal need.

Can human hands the warming tide appease?

The fever breaks the ice, the glaciers weep.


Weep for the future, yet a chance remains.

The fever breaks, the choice in our own veins.

Will greed consume, or will compassion lead?

The sunlit hour stretches, hope takes seed.

Can human hands the warming tide appease?

The glaciers weep, a symphony that pleads.


Actually, I probably do better sticking to epigrams! so here are a few more:


As the windmills spin, so the tale goes,

Extracting energy, amidst nature's throes.

With each gust harnessed, we cheer and prance,

Climate change solved by a breezy dance!


or:


To fix our planet's wild climate swings,

We'll need more than just organic flings.

Reduce, reuse, recycle with glee,

Or we'll all be swimming in a simmering sea!


or:


To fix climate change, we must all play our part,

Switch off lights, drive less, and recycle with heart.

But if cows start flying and trees learn to dance,

Perhaps then we'll stand a fighting chance!


or:


In climate change woes, we find quite a twist,

Turns out the solution's not to be missed.

Forget high-tech gadgets or grandiose schemes,

Just hug a tree daily, our planet redeemed.


or:


We fret on ice caps, the heat's a bother,

Politicians squabble, solutions they smother.

Maybe the fix is quite absurd,

Giant fans, powered by every unread word.


or:


In a world where emissions were quite the blight,

We turned to cow farts, oh what a sight!

Now methane's harnessed, with a chuckle and grin,

Saving the planet, one toot at a spin!

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