Climategate: The Inaugural Al Gore Poetry Competition

Deeply moving. . .

Al Gore has written a moving poem about climate change. Perhaps readers of Telegraph blogs would care to follow his example. There’s a prize in it for the best one. The winner will receive a copy of Christopher Booker’s superb The Real Global Warming Disaster.

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The competition closes midnight on Sunday. Just post your entry below. (Entries only please; save your comments for my non-poetry-related blogs).

Here are some themes you might want to consider:

Thoughts of a majestic polar bear as he gazes mournfully over the warming oceans from his melting ice cap.

Does anything rhyme with George Monbiot?

How the heroic MSM is threatening to put the internet out of business with its full and frank coverage of the Climategate scandal.

Ode to Lumumba Stanislaus Di-Aping.

How each drip of a melting glacier is like the tear of a dying child.

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“I have a mansion, forget the price….” The Al Gore song.

There that should be enough to keep you going. Here’s one already from blog reader Joe. I’m not saying it’s a winner, but I hope it gets everyone into the right spirit:

Roses are red, violets are blue, algore is a crook and his friends smell of poo

Oh, and in case you need a crib for parody purposes here is Al Gore’s meisterwerk.

One thin September soon

A floating continent disappears

In midnight sun

Vapors rise as

Fever settles on an acid sea

Neptune’s bones dissolve

Snow glides from the mountain

Ice fathers floods for a season

A hard rain comes quickly

Then dirt is parched

Kindling is placed in the forest

For the lightning’s celebration

Unknown creatures

Take their leave, unmourned

Horsemen ready their stirrups

Passion seeks heroes and friends

The bell of the city

On the hill is rung

The shepherd cries

The hour of choosing has arrived

Here are your tools

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One Response to “Climategate: the inaugural Al Gore prize poetry competition”

  1. Sui Juris says:December 12, 2009 at 1:05 pmThoughts from the Medieval and Roman Warm PeriodsA peasant, toiléd home from Yorkshire tilth, and poured
    A flagon of good wine when he reached home
    And was refreshed. His feudal labour owned his lord,
    But the vine that brought his cheer was all his own.The captain of a century upon the wall looked over
    Pictish country, far from southern seas
    But a handful of olives from a local grove
    Awaked remembrance of Roman ease.

    Now they rest from their labour both and consider the times
    And ask what became of their summers of old;
    And our olives and wine come from southern climes
    And the centuries wonder, “Is it not rather too cold?”