Best Cold Front Poems
The trill under the
morning star
rings out a gusto
and vivacious song.
Oh! Sweet merle your irrepressible melody
defies all that is logic, the chill piercing morning
still only an infant, barely the time
to receive the accolades of sunrise.
Yet here lays the deepest frost
a cold front that sleeps not
driven upon a tempest,
from the ice continent
across the Southern Ocean,
does not discourage
you, your performance
bequeath daily, a spirit
of freedom, played out
to an enkindle audience.
Your act of unique tenderness,
drifts along to all that would listen,
a gift-wrapped sonata, in this,
a night shift world.
Each morning
gently you
succour nature
from her temporal
sleep, akin to the lone
Bugler at his post
your reveille to
each brand-new day.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
“Ole Brownie”
The meanest and the best,
Proven among the rest,
My dog in Arkansas, pope county,
I present, ole Brownie,
With first cold front,
Arkansans begin the hunt,
Razorback hogs,
with their dogs,
Now my dog Brownie,
Meanest hog dog in pope county,
A sight to see,
Even growls at me,
A heinz fifty seven,
Comes number seven of the eleven,
Impossible to see,
His pedigree,
Though no pedigree,
Visibly plain to see,
He was the dog for me,
By my shout of glee,
When he was given to me,
He was a handsome dog,
Though he loved to hog,
Part red bone hound,
Mixed with feist clown,
Would fight anything around,
Twas very plain he wasn’t a coward,
With teeth bared,
Who’s hoss or boss,
At any cost,
Often declared,
When disputes were aired,
Ain’t no fibbing,
Ears torn to ribbons,
His ears` he had sacrifices,
To his scrapping vice,
Anyhow, to finish my story,
Bout my dog of glory, ©.( “Razorback Hog Hunt”)
9-27-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
lightsabers slash skies
cold front goads humidity —
the black night bleeds rain
Time stopped, just for a moment
lovers crossed the inevitable line of ecstasy
indulging in ones fantasies
giving into the yearning desire,that burned so deep
basking in each others flowing rivers, turning the fresh lit
spark into an never ending blaze
no thoughts, no fears, no worries
suddenly, lightning strikes, the earth moved
and Time resumes
A cold front swept across the room
bringing forth an unwanted chill
not a word is spoken, their eyes never meet
for feeling of guilt and regret will be forever painted
on their faces
when the door opens, all innocence leaves
as the heart of the seed left behind bleeds
and a conscience returns holding one bound in solitude
wishing that time could rewind......
Take a seat, while I tell you my forecast-
This past year has been an emotional storm,
but the twisting cyclone is gone at last.
I predict now only a gentle rainstorm;
so, I am setting sail for my true north,
and my days will be sunny with misty clouds;
and the wind will be at my back henceforth.
I see calm days not the thunder of crowds.
Should a cold front or heat wave block my way,
I will stand up tall and weather it all;
When caught in a blizzard I will rest my soul,
I will always find that sliver of a sun ray.
But, I pray for only raindrops to fall,
and warm tranquility is my only goal.
_______________________
January 6, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/'Weather Forecast'
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9805-51-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Weather Forecast, 2018
sponsor, Viv Wigley
Third Place
The noises of the day run rampant
A crow's caw incessant
Clouds float softly across the sky
Soon followed by cold front
Just soak in the beauty of sky
Feel the warmth of sunshine
Luxuriate in nature's gifts of peace
Brought by God's divine design
I’m ready for
Tic Tac Toe
Cause I got
my own rhymes to show
Watch me shine
My X’s are always in a row
Can you feel the room react
as it feels my glow
The Tickity Tac Tac
Clackity Clack Clack
Ricky Rhyme Time Show
My measures
don’t need tethers
I’m the man
for any kinda weather
High or low pressure
I’m a national treasure
No cold front here
Just sunshine and pleasure
No need for a sweater
Cause Baby
you rock that leather
You can’t stop
Fast and Furious
I’m the White Tornado
Bright enough for New York City
Cool enough to cruise Colorado
Driving my tricked out Eldorado
Others can brag
I show and tell
My musical bravado
Now it seems Trim the Trimmer
Has served me up for dinner
His words more potent
Than 100 proof liquor
They percolate and simmer
Rhyming sub-textually
Flowing quicker and quicker
Always the right mixture
So as his Rhymes grow brighter
Mine grow dimmer
Time to throw down the mike
and declare Trim the Trimmer
the Tic Tac Toe Award Winner.
Ricky Rhyme Time Rides again
Dedicated to The Rhyme Master Trim.
Just having a bit of fun playing in his sand box.
Inspired by Nick Trim’s “Trim Trimmer Chicken Dinner Winner”.
Warm front then cold front
Low atmospheric pressure
Cloudy windy rain
(Entry for "depression is a short poem" competition)
WEATHER FORECAST 2018
Good evening ladies and gentlemen! This is your friendly meteorologist at local station lucky 13 on the dial with the upcoming forecast for 2018.
On the horizon, we have a grizzly cold front blowing in from DC. Most of the cold stems from the comments aimed at POTUS for his tweets. How he survives this cold shoulder treatment is his remarkable ability to say "shove it" in just a few short sentences.
In other parts of the country, a former first lady is still making news splashes by lying out of both sides of her mouth. Will she never learn? Her blatant disregard for military might is deplorable yet she keeps haranguing the defenders of America's freedom.
In case you haven't heard, the devil has fled Alabama and is headed back to Georgia. Charlie Daniels has hit Alabama by storm and has 'Old Peck' on the run. He has teamed up with one of America's greatest evangelists, Tony Evans to take America 'by storm'. No pun intended.
In other weather news, the fires in California are totally devastating. It has been said that a new drug on the scene has created a 'flaming desire' in the leftover hippie group, most of whom are in their 80s, to burn California to the ground before leaving for Atlanta to finish what Sherman started.
The chaos created by this sudden trend to create a heat wave has caused Frosty the Snowman to seek asylum at the North Pole and help Santa's elves make toys for Christmas of 2018. At the rate he is working, he is bound to have a 'meltdown'.
Remember, you heard it first on lucky 13. Tell your friends and neighbors about us. It is sure to cause a spark in viewing habits.
This is your friendly meteorologist signing off and heading to Wigley's House of Brew for a cold frosty mug.
Sayonara! Adios! Caio! Bye Bye!
11 January 2018
For Viv Wigley's contest on Weather Forecast 2018
A cold front moved across the Hudson River
Settling into the concrete streets of Hell’s Kitchen
A Postal Canvas Hamper cried in its wheels
While being pushed by a scavenger
Collecting cardboard refuse
Impatient horns made known their intent
A woman missing teeth with an affluent smile
Rattled a paper cup asking for change
Giving God’s blessing in return
And I
Lost in my own disappointments
Barely noticed the 'Opera’s Drama
Unawares that I had been ‘caste'
In the role as an extra.
My cupboards are stacked with provisions,
six flavours of soup, plus baked beans,
thick socks and thick shirts for this amber alert
though I am not quite sure what that means.
The torch has got spare sets of batteries,
saucepans, jugs and the bath are all full,
emergency flares, logs stacked under the stairs
and Long Johns made from Alpaca wool.
I'm in bed beneath several blankets,
and trying to get off to sleep,
but it really is hard when I know in the yard
that the snow there is two inches deep.
( 'The Beast from the East' is the name that the meteorologists and the
media have given to the current cold front sweeping in from Siberia)
Growing up in foster care
I always felt so alone
Looking for a place to call home
Not ever knowing If I will
Thinking If I could just know the feeling of being loved
How my heart longed for that acceptance
Only knowing the company of doubt and rejection
I put up a cold front to keep the world from seeing
The weakness inside me
That always kept me needing
The fact that I was scared
To know if anyone cared
I would reach out in misunderstood ways
Only seeing shadows of memories in my mind everyday
I pushed it aside though
So I could make room for the bigger picture
That the happiness I make
Can make my life richer
So I started to love myself
I guess it really showed
Because people picked up on it
Showed me love and compassion
Which really help me grow
The power of self esteem
Is a wonderful thing to know
Never make deals with devils or run from them fight tooth and nail strike the root kill the stem who rides Dark wooden trails poet’s wild hunt crossing paths light shatter the cold front riding a goat, great red beard with goat's hooves evil’s king many cloven slippers behooves storm of lies hold truth as bosom’s bride showing as angel of light but death hides Beneath the willows of time in alder realms dark past under the flowering wicker’s elm night rituals try to reclaim what is not theirs hounds run devil-may-care Harlequins dare krampus jolly olé nick Binding birch whip eight legged lies bloody tongue does drip * - based upon Erlking, Der Erlkönig and his supernatural death
There comes claret coldness
on the land, creeping haze
heralding change.
It is a moody mist—
an earthen kiss,
a lingering at grave’s lip
that lifts us away.
Temperatures fall
in flaxen fields of gray—
a soft hiss of rain
heckles sky.
There is a coldness
in blood, a letting,
a lost begetting of time
and landscape.
The hard freeze is near—
a sheer plunge, a refutation
of words that warm souls,
send us beyond clouds
to light—
cold and bright
as cracked mirrors
of winter lakes
spilling empty
our opal eyes.
From wrong to right,
From day to night,
It comes to light,
Everything comes in cycles,
The cold front days,
The lonely waves,
Are only lonely in candlelight.
The time for understanding,
beyond the moment here,
the cycle is returning,
Try to listen it will clear,
Through the cycle, and the breathing,
What was leaving, will come near,
Only time will disappear.
From young to old,
From hot to cold,
It will unfold
Into a cycle of consequence.
The time for understanding,
beyond the moment here,
the cycle is returning,
Try to listen it will clear,
Through the cycle, and the breathing,
What was leaving, will come near,
Only time will disappear.
The best defeats,
Are bittersweet,
Are incomplete,
All in the cycle of circumstance,
All in the wonderful,
Wonderful world of love
Let it come, let it come,
To the wonderful, wonderful
World of love,
The chance for love,
Let it come.
Wonderful, wonderful
World of love,
World of love,
World of love.
World of love.
Let it come.