Politicians are like weather
That is hanging for decades
Cap in hand we’re light as feather
In the storm that never fades
Who would need a politician
Their household to manage
Yet some do support ambitions
Of the mentally well damaged
Politicians are archaic
Sick to hear the master’s voice
All jack russells bark in panic
I would never make a choice
Choosing not myself but someone
Who don’t care if I exist
And it always is the wrong one
You can’t win the game like this.
A shy flower tries to bloom
under the heavy showers,
the cold, frost and the season.
It isn't her time to be shown,
but she fights to have her chance.
On a green bush she displays her beauty against the unpredictable, with her tenacity.
A hard pink flower survives
day after day fighting with the
elements trying to defeat her.
A beautiful flower in armour
has a focus in her life,
She blooms when she likes,
not for the others' surprise.
none of the people in the supermarket said anything
when the bullets from the assault broke the glass
the first kiss was given by me
between shards and crying
it was one of those insane nights
and in that moment you were insecurity
holding my arm trust
sixteen days later the violent wind bent the antenna
broke trees
tiles
windows and walls
while we watched the rain
dragging our house and erasing what we were
when the world finished
i was stupefied...
your spirit danced where the room used to be
wearing only the smile I always loved in you
in your naive happiness continued to dance
without having the slightest idea
of what happened to us.
Dismal, gloomy
is the Future forecast
Ominous beta waves
carry neural turbulence of
mood destruction
Nocturnal tempest creates
a cyclonic flow
Cranial pressure release
a petulant downpour —
Tsunami tears on the pillow
Whither does those idyllic memories blow?
These stormy, overcast feelings
don’t appear to be bosom bound tropical
Grey matter skies
darken the dawn horizon
Reluctant to arise,
it’s safer to
shutter the optical windows
Let the barometric recall pressure subside
Bad weather thoughts
will soon muse altitude change
Monsoon emotions still seems to sigh abide
Disaffection tide wrought,
clear conscience is out of range
No slumber relief to ease
the torrential pain
09-13-21
Near the end of October, a gelid wind blew
and froze the corollas of the dainty daisies;
it came as a surprise, sad was the face of Matthew,
no baseball in the field that echoed with screams!
Arthur, the coach, who used to chew gum and eat chips
sat inside his office checking out the unpredictable weather,
nothing promised a break in the clouds, so he bit his lips;
Lydia's eyes were sad and teary, she was the cheerleader!
The young players decided to play basketball in the Gymnasium,
they didn't really miss the baseball game as much as Tim did
who sat in a remote corner and seemed to experience Librium;
a bunch of kids rushed in not sure for which team they would bid!
As winter bent trees and stripped flowers from all gardens,
inside everybody was having fun cheering for their team;
all the doors were locked and a stranded dog emitted barks,
Cindy came out and let him in as he huffed at Joachim!
your my everthing
all that love bring
nuthin stop me you see
its well understood
our love don't get no better
to getting to you that i'll do
in
GOOD OR
BAD WEATHER
I watch the rain pour down,
and hailstorms when they're around,
I watch the snow fall heavy feet above the ground.
I enjoy watching bad weather, every single bit.
I'm at home comfortably retired and I don't give a ,.. damn.
When rains or snows or just some wind blows,
Is it always bad weather? Do you think nothing good
can come of it? But if you stop to think of it that is
how the world was made. Through storms and the
breaking apart of lands, this makes a new beginning.
Today there was a tremendous storm, but tomorrow
new trees, flowers, and healthy things grow. So,
always bad weather means -- always something good
will happen. And, it never ends.
Since Brig Copenhagen was only four
days out of Liverpool, there remained some
distance to cover. Because it was more
nearer winter bad weather had to come.
Ship needed to reef sails before they tore.
The menace of icebergs was always strong,
This consignment of tea to Halifax
by its English owners must not go wrong.
Then carrying passengers out of Boston,
such trade was good reaping much after tax.
Provided this battle could now be won
Around the Horn to California where
gold had been discovered now by the ton.
passengers hoping to get their fair share,
L-ight from the blue sky
O-bliterates the cold chill,
R-aindrop or downpour
N-o longer falls from the clouds,
A-s the vile clime fades away.
Topic: Birthday of Lorna T. Pagar (March 15)
Form: Acrostic Tanka
A raining morning let it rain
I feel the autumn and it’s vain
I see in puddles own face
I taste the tears of lonely days
They show me power of disdain.
The sky is crying out it’s gray
The clouds can’t go far-far away
It seems the cheerful sun is dead
And mourning stranger goes ahead
He's greeting mask of rainy day.
And everything will be all right
And maybe I don’t have to fight
And maybe it is not too late
To say “I love” rejecting Fate
AND SKY IS GOING TO BE BRIGHT!!!
J-une third early morn
E-ndorses a better clime;
V-iolent wind Saturday
I-sn't howling in
T-ime.
A-llow the night to pass,
L-et the morrow come;
O-pen your eyes to new dawn,
B-ad weather turns calm.
some days hots
its na sweating pot
some time cold
your arms or fold
its times don't get no better
its
GOOD AND BAD WEATHER
its come down
its all around
grounds wet
now it time for sex
time for home hot wet
you get it on
the weather is all wrong
I confess its sometimes best
on the day to get
ITS
BAD WEATHER
AND SEX
it can be a pain
your eyes rain
mouth snoke
its no joke
when its cold
it can be bad news
get the
BAD WEATHER BLUES
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