When it’s breezing in the trees
‘cuz the wind’s begun to blow,
Or the leaves have been relieved
having fallen down below,
Or that treasonous first freeze
makes the temps drop to new lows…
When the birds are headed south
and the geese are on the wing,
When you’re looking for the daffodils
but haven’t seen a thing,
When you’re thinking Christ’s return
is more likely than the spring…
When the world is painted yellow
and the pollen makes you sneeze,
When barometers are falling
and you’re aching in the knees,
When everything is dry and hot
and you’re praying for a breeze…
When you’re planning your vacation
with regards for hurricanes,
Or you fret about umbrellas
on legs where you deplane,
Or you check Fujita scales
when a twister hits the plains…
You realize opportunities
for interrupts are rife,
From how you plan your day
to where you take your wife.
A thing o’er which you’ve no control
that causes some much strife:
So, stop fretting weather whethers
to avoid an anxious life.
Categories:
barometers, anxiety, weather,
Form: Rhyme
And then the snow came whispering
“Death to all fragile things in root!”
Brute force aided by ice ages legacy
Fall to the place where zeros go
To war zeros plunge far below barometers
March off with visions of marigolds immortality
In measure, conjuring up lost worlds
Like magicians who make things disappear
And into history things go missing
Prisoners of their own devices cry
Flowers should know better then to grow
In environments less hospitable than Earth
Frozen hell is no place to raise their young
Shivering becomes unworthy of a word
Temperatures like cold keep tumbling
Planets and plants know their depths
Which takes them to new lows
Conditions not worthy of them both
“And Now!” “Uproot yourselves!” “Come with me!”
There will be no soothing rain today
No season to remember geraniums
No reason to remain oblivious to oblivion
Asteroids could end things quickly
But snow keeps drifting on the lawn
Capturing a fragrance at the core
Flowers have no where to go
Pain awaits the frozen hour
Have you no shame?
Have you no dignity?
It is Winter just the same
Time to hold pretty flowers captive
And accountable for their actions
Categories:
barometers, age, flower, history,
Form: Free verse
Masked impressions become conflicts of interest, when synonyms
Are exteriorly presented as such, but intrinsically are pure antonyms!
While the skies’ feelings are transparent with their idiosyncratic looks,
Are there personality barometers, to decipher our intents like open books?
Hence dissimulation has become seamless as if an ingrained aspect,
Where conspicuous expectations are rather what we shouldn’t expect!
And so predatory politicians pledge heaven, but deliver pleasantries of hell,
While some radical clergies’ instigative teachings echo like a woeful knell...
Disguised saints roam streets, as if on a pilgrimage to some holy land!
Whereas their tainted feet trample virtues on the other hand!
What has thus become the sincerity of countenances on faces?
Glances portraying relics of hidden motives beneath the surfaces?
How deep must we then prod the counterfeit of outward expressions?
Just so we can even glimpse, beyond the guile of masked impressions.
©Maverick Nyambu
Categories:
barometers, allegory, character, people, political,
Form: Rhyme
Reckon gaeity
Untied from barometers
Closed colligated
Material possessions
Deriving in soul emptiness
5-16-2016
Categories:
barometers, feelings,
Form: Tanka
Hurricane 5
One flower almost gray but visibly not
Brushed by a breeze along the corner
Open to suggestions
In concrete wetness
More than several shapes take hold
Spin in
In Place
And at turns to be made left or right of reason
As gray turns to black
Pressure rises
Barometers break
They can’t seize the moment alone
Palm trees hang like suspended paragraphs
On news wires leaning
Hurricane 5 uproots them all in time
As lines dangle in pain
Without a moment’s notice
Roads clear
No traffic… No trees… No people…
All moved off in an instant
With the mystery of the storm
5/24/14 contest- Gone With The Wind
Categories:
barometers, mystery, natural disasters, nature,
Form: Free verse