Best Forecasted Poems

Waterfowler’s Delight

Clouded marshes masking what may come.
Suzy's boisterous invitation over yonder grass 
Dark shadowed spreads set to entice some.
As the glow of the East begins to amass.

Newly anointed awaiting the first blessing.
Old dogs hoping the spark will catch fire.
Light of day upon the horizon pressing.
Nosing...

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Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries, go the butcher
The dry cleaners, the florist, the baker,
Did i turn on the slow cooker?
Have guests coming at 8.00p.m still
On...

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I was inside a hut
Didn't see you around
Looking like a nut
Wondering where you're bound?

We talked about this
What time and place
We didn't change to miss
The spot to see each other's face.

It should be raining today
Weather forecasted the other day
I'm here waiting
While you're somewhere sitting.

I'm calling you
Your...

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the cinnabar moth
a summer diurnal one
check out the ragwort

peppermint stands
mint moths' abundant tiny
summer potatoes

a rambling rose
buds showing waiting to burst
a flowerfly drones

bees not many
some burrowers one or two
campion self-seeds

tis the morrow morn
west is the forecasted wind
southwest for the swifts...

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That 9/11 Day

I was eager that day, 
Just as I was 
Any other day, 
To start my work, 
And state the statistics,  
Discourage clientelle,
Validate company antics, 
Embrace others
When I thought would, 
Make a good share price, 
Positive returns, 
No dice, 
But when I reached...

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Spiritually I’m daily in the devils crosshairs, sending thoughts to me, result? Confusion.
Every time I am by myself, I know he’s going to be intruding.
Knowing my earthly nature he’s feeling pretty secure.
I’m aware of him 24/7, so with me he’s has no power, and surely...

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Brain Scan


Diseased dined flu, thoughts rest rain in me,
every storm conceivable my forecasted mentality.

Never quiet, sins confusion wicked wits in use,
short fuse still burning, hot, tempered, amuse.

Brass plaqued new found theory of awarded frustration,
me the unsolved mystery, brilliance guiding madness to temptation.

Complete control over incom[plete...

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On Humor Throw Some Fire

Here is how on humor to throw some fire;
Read all of my many poems in their entire;
Idea can present,
With my consent;
Things upset Trump making him perspire.

Jim Horn


Trump and Trouble

Trump always had trouble gaining support,
And seems like he would sell others short;
Has...

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REINDEER IN THE RAIN

Merry Christmas my sweet, I sent you this gift of a kiss
A loving gesture for a man you must not even miss
They forecasted rain for today but that was only my tears
Because we were supposed to be together for a thousand years

Merry...

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The Crawling…
The quiet night
crawls on—a snail’s pace.
Likewise the lazy snow flakes
seduced by the pull of gravity.

During the day—humility
gracefully exited; power seduced
a whining tyrannical soul:  Robbing
it of its sacred humanity.

Forecasted for tomorrow
is uncertain uncertainty.

The quiet night
crawls on:
With insomnia—We 
prepare for dawn....

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she seldom smiles and when she does so do i
she clings to angels and clandestine clouds on high
her thoughts are a mystery held in the hand of a sequestered place
she seldom smiles but when she does it paints one on my face
while i wonder what...

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Do you know I'll always remember 
driving away that day?
On a sunny Monday in November
when all eyes forecasted rain.

Car running, music playing.
A wise voice inside saying:
hundreds of miles to go
better get the show on the road.
GPS
was all set
and yet
Starbucks was calling,
any excuse for stalling.
A voice...

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Snowed in the night,
Temperature dropped,
One week into May
The chill hadn’t stopped.
                            The Orioles and Finches 
Looked so confused,
With...

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Only to hold you once more 

I step to the forefront of thought and desire,
placing my face to the wind
Calling in echoes, now flames to the fire,
once again now to begin

Knowing this feeling that takes me away,
somewhere my heart it does sing
Forecasted sunshine my eyes...

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mint with a strong scent.
showers forecasted today
shards of solid rock...

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