Best Forecast Poems

Due to growing Nimbus clouds of oppression
an area of low pressure has been building
Rest assured, it won't lead to bouts of depression
but rumblings of thunder have now been heard,
foreshadowing the bombs of fury soon to come.
Be advised: the ripping winds will not be deterred.

To counteract...

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December 2017

Extremely high winds are forecast due to an influx of sprouts over Christmas . My New Year’s resolution to avoid chocolate is not the only dark cloud on the horizon

January 2018

We have eaten the last of the sprouts so the prevailing winds have subsided!...

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My Spring will be sunny - all plans ahead,
and Summer quite sprightly... plans won't sink like lead,
No rain here, or thunder - why, tickle my toes,
why people want rainy, the Lord only knows.

Autumn will be fog-bound... I'm joking my friend.
I live in a country where...

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Today ...
Today the sun shined ...
Horizon-to-horizon it warmed, marrow and moat,
Tickling those things below that wait patiently for a turning.

       Tomorrow?
       Snow, so they say ...
       But...

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The New Year has come wafting on the wings of winter
The high latitudinal areas of the northern hemisphere
Would be in the grip of frequent snowstorms severe
Throwing life in desolate isolation and out of gear.
The cold wave sub-zero conditions of deprivation would persist
In many sections of...

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Look out! I'm gonna be mean now;
     Gonna snatch your lollipop!
Do you think God is gonna reach down
     and make the climate crisis stop?...

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Weather forecast so frightful, so scary
   It removes from this season the 'merry'

Howling winds and blowing snowdrifts
   Force your car off the edge of a cliff

Visibility of less than half and inch
   Makes an experienced aviator flinch 

700 flights...

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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...

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I heard them in the news today counting
Down the hours
That ignore in sterile rooms
The fresh outpouring of flowers 
On the eyes, like songs
From trees laddling
Into pots of fragrant
Desire.

Do think that God must wait
Upon their measurement
Of time
Into old teacups and calendars
So small
A trout would lose
Its life...

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Folks wait with bated breath 'cross the nation,

   For Phil's insightful prognostication.

      What will his prediction be?

         We will have to wait and see,

      ...

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In homage to the waters around the UK and all those who sail them...


Late at night and early dawn
Like clockwork - every day are heard
Those dulcet tones “set fair” to warn
With poetic, most prophetic words
What lies in wait just off our shores?
(Which seem so very...

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Six minutes to six.  I’m ready for tea,
The forecast for shipping – what is in store ?
My chair is a vessel far out on the sea,
Rain, moderate or good, occasion’ly poor.

There’s warning of gales in areas all,
The Low in the Faeroes promises more,
South-easterly, storm...

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Today Mount Benson is covered in snow.
Down here, below, we have none.
It's a sign of Winter, this we know,
in spite of today's bright sun.

We look to the mountain for a sign
of what to expect, too soon.
Even though, today, the weather is fine,
tomorrow we'll sing Winter's...

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I pored over my weather maps contriving a prognostication,
Of the weather forecast for the consumption of the British population.
It comprised all the towns, villages and shires from A to Zed,
To include the burgs of Wookey Hole, Wyre Piddle and Guys Head!

The towns of Crazies Hill...

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It is now ten minutes past noon,
So, I can wish you a good afternoon,
The clouds are gracefully displaying,
Whatever an artist imagines,
 But my production manager is glaring,
Say your bit quick he mouths me,
Cheekily I replied, ‘let me be’,
I take a deep breath, and the sun
Peeps...

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