The word almanac is originally Arabic word means literally weather, astronomical data, and (sun, moon, and many stars) observations.
almanac or al-manakh
the weather data
Arabic origin word
Categories:
almanac, language,
Form: Haibun
There's a story to be told,
That even Hollywood shared in part.
Showing entertainment by its fiction,
Could drown the mind and fill the heart.
Historically, great showmen of the day,
Would sculpt their molds with fantasy.
With enough breath of reality present,
To confuse and convince them of heresy.
Sadly, this playbook has a lengthy heritage,
As dark, cultish chapters spread throughout the land.
Where a sprinkling of legitimacy provides shelter,
While the balance follows the judicially planned.
Our most recent display of this power,
That left the majority harmless and weak,
Reinforced how wealth interacted,
Against poverty that wishes to speak.
So with steady messaging sowing a seed,
Where now great doubt was not remote.
The drumbeat of infinite freedom was heard,
As they sought a selective vote.
Through it all, the struggles continued,
From the pulpits to our highest courts.
As the powerful seek political refuge,
Behind the dollars that offer supports.
Categories:
almanac, character, political, power, religion,
Form: Narrative
Spring births abundance
Summer gives pleasant pause
Seasons set in stone
Fall gives beautiful closure
Winter's perfect storms
Categories:
almanac, age, magic, nature, relationship,
Form: Tanka
wiseacres worked out
wishy-washy withdrawals
worth the worst wording
Categories:
almanac, conflict, international, sorrow,
Form: Senryu
behind window's pane
i sense the still of the sky...
spent leaves whirl on by
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Categories:
almanac, autumn,
Form: Senryu
WINTER
in
anger-
whips up the waves,
pounds the shingle
shore
SPRING
in
action-
brings to life
and feathers its
nest
SUMMER
so
lazy-
rests the soul
and flowers the
land
AUTUMN
so
mellow-
scents and sounds
in the harvest
home.
Categories:
almanac, poetry, word play,
Form: Lanterne
Old Farmer’s Almanac -
Goes on sale 9/8/16
Sitting, witch like,
around a cast iron stove
wood crackling
as they confer…
Old Farmers
digging through
the soil of time
gathering the harvest
of experience
stirring the simmering
success of the years.
Codifying the coincidences
highlighting the absurdities
poking fun at the pundits
trusting the thickness
of the squirrels tale
to estimate the intent
of the coming winter.
Prognosticators
sifting the ashes
of long cold fires,
seers seeking wisdom
within the knowledge
of their touch,
within the history
of their hands,
filtered through
their simple trust
one in another
offering guidance,
breadcrumbs
to be followed
a passion preserved
a love passed on.
John G. Lawless
9/5/2015
Categories:
almanac, appreciation, nostalgia, remember,
Form: Free verse
When I was five,
I was supreme ruler
of a boundless realm.
Hopes were high,
supervision constant.
Animals could speak,
kisses could heal.
When I was fifteen,
I was third in command
of a band less than four.
Hopes were higher,
Supervision rare.
Girls could speak,
kisses could fly.
When I was twenty-five,
anarchy burned bright
waving its tricolour.
Hopes were a drag,
supervision avoided.
Speaking in tongues,
They kissed as well.
When I was thirty-five,
I was doing time,
received no letters.
Hope was a dream,
supervision everywhere.
Little spoke and
Little kissed, either.
Today I was sipping a beer
in a high-back chair
pushing out words.
Hope turned the pages,
and played with my hair.
We spoke between paragraphs,
and kissed form goodbye.
Categories:
almanac, life,
Form: Free verse
Januari brings the glow, that
Makes the beech and filbert grow
February brings the rain, that
Warms our open pool again
March brings breezes hot and still, that
Make demand for doctors skill
April brings a brimstone heat, that
Scatters blisters on our feet
May brings lots of reddish tan,
Searing sun hurts where it can
June brings flies in overdoses, that
Fill the children’s eyes and noses
Hot July brings broiling hours, with
Scalding spots and singeing showers
August sun burns sheaves of corn and
Never harvest home is borne
Warm September brings the fruit,
Tropic species start to shoot
Brown October turns virescent
There you see what's Natures present
Dull November lives at last
Lets the leaves grow whizzing fast
Chill December’s obsolete
Freezer pop’s the Christmas treat
Categories:
almanac, nature, parody, seasons, sun,
Form: Rhyme
WINTER
in
anger-
whips up the waves,
pounds the shingle
shore
SPRING
in
action-
brings to life
and feathers its
nest
SUMMER
so
lazy-
rests the soul
and flowers the
land
AUTUMN
so
mellow-
scents and sounds
in the harvest
home.
Categories:
almanac, nature, seasons,
Form: Lanterne