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 sweet dew upon the poignant mire.
Blue and grays approaching whiter shades.
Dark decoys amidst water hazed with hue.
Breaths of pink winds follow forecasted trades.
Nestling in, head up, taking in one last view.
Grasses, reeds, trees and limb begin their claps,
Rattling and brushing in a standing ovation.
Shedding nights tears, tapping coats and caps,
Encouraging shivers of warm tingling anticipation.
Night choruses blend with day’s percussion
Clicks and rasps of metal, wood and springs.
Last words, rules whispered in group discussion
Silenced by sudden whistling of cupped wings.
Glancing at time wishing the watch was there
Edging toward one half hour before this sunrise.
A single, lonely, echoing report from over there,
Waterfowler's delight, peeling eyes to the skies.
09/25/2017
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 the road, home in 15 minutes – phone Will,
Darling, Did you collect the birthday cake,
There is a big accident, traffic hectic won’t make
It to pick it up – Yes sweetheart I have
Drive carefully the roads are crazy,
Looks like a storm brewing, weather drizzly and hazy.
As I arrive in our driveway it pours with rain,
And I drop a packet, which had the red wine, I stain
My clothes and the car seat, go have your shower,
Hubby says, relax, everything is under control,
Turned shower taps to their full strength and power
Exhausted, let the water run over my naked body
Till I feel refreshed, get dressed in my
Sexy black number,
And come downstairs, hubby gives me a wolf whistle,
Just wait till the guests leave he says, look at him
From under my lashes!
The aroma wafting from the stove is
Provocatively divine!
And next to the sofa is a glass of room
Temperature red wine.
Table is set, arrange flowers I brought in a vase,
Immediately, the bell goes ding dong,
It’s Cherry and Tim,
She couldn’t wait to show me her engagement ring,
Hot on their heels are Susan and Barry,
He has just asked Susan to him marry,
And last of all my twin sister Rina, arrives she’s wise,
With her new boyfriend in tow she bellows, Hi guys!
Fun was had and wine was drunk
Laughter abounded in the lounge and dining room,
We all forgot how tired we were and
It was end of the month, and all the media forecasted,
Was doom and gloom!
It was my birthday, turning forty, no turning back now,
Don’t regret a day of my life, bless the day I took my vow,
Happy birthday dear Mary, happy Birthday to you,
I felt blest had my hubby and sister present and select
Friends but few,
Mellow and happy and with certainly no one drunk,
Just four happy couples full of zest and funk!
Our guests began departing, in twos they left,
I slipped of my shoes and gave a big yawn,
Will picked me up, and must have undressed
Me – for all I remember is waking up to a peck
On my cheek,
And a scrumptious breakfast in bed,
I always knew I had picked the right guy to wed!
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 phone behind you
Not answering my call
Mumbling over my call.
Then you arrive
One hour later today
I left the hut I drive
Five hours away this way.
Now you're weeping
Standing on hut's wet floors
I already cried and thinking
Forgetting your word above the doors.
Doors I left wide open and set
For you to see how raindrops came in
Inside the hut where we first met
Make you realize rains are my tears that went in.
I am the raindrops
On wet floors you're standing
They are not tears of sadness but joydrops
Of me, behind the hut, watching you and fonding.
You turned around
And saw me with extending arms
For you, I'll always come around
With your faith in me, I'm in your arms...
Forever.
Have you seen the rain?
I can be your rain forever
Rain to keep you wet out of pain
Wet, but not cold, to keep you loved ever.
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
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
The door of my room,
A heard the most horrific
Boom:
No way out,
No hope,
No exceptions,
No dope,
No perceptions,
No scope,
No connections,
To help you cope;
No person,
To assist,
With the problem,
To list
Your objections,
To the phenomenon,
The horrific phenomenon,
Death, war, stench,
Which was never,
Expected,
Predicted,
Asserted,
Affronted,
Depicted,
Contrasted,
Batted,
Punted,
Posited,
Spotted,
Pounded,
Chatted,
Painted,
Lifted,
Forecasted,
Calculated,
Forwarded,
Gaited,
Grunted,
Projected,
Postulated,
Supposed,
Macerated,
Vaginated…
Portended,
Aggravated,
Criminated,
Presented,
Charted,
Founded,
Surfeited,
Attracted,
Prompted,
Forwarded,
Bayonetted,
Fermented,
Antedated,
Refracted,
Stated,
Pronated.
It never resonated,
It just exploded.
It was hell,
Heat, smoke, dust,
‘Cos somebody was angry…
The devil:
ISIS.
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 has no cure.
Hatred, deceit, vanity and just plain evil.
Where he would’ve been exalted in him a beautiful consul.
Choices that he made were his downfall.
He wouldn’t exist if not for our Creator, God made all.
So vain, so evil, a master deceiver,
Has been a sanctuary for his fallen angels, his followers, his unbelievers.
His first thought, his so called plan is already at a loss.
He’ll take as many souls that are being tormented they will pay the ultimate cost.
Many will follow not thinking at all that he will surely loose.
They will mourn with him throughout eternity they haven’t had a clue.
Christians listen to me; you are being deceived straight to hell.
Look, seek, you’ll fine the answer, save yourself, and read your Holy Bible.
God gives you a way to save yourself, trust in His Son.
He shed His blood forecasted the good news and we know He’s God’s chosen one.
God’s voice His Holy Spirit that showed the Prophets His light and way.
Get out of his crosshairs watch the Heavens for His return, study the Bible, feel protected and simply have faith and pray.
Copyright Simply Spiritual, Llc. Robert Ball
August 31, 2011
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 thoughts that run astray,
ego-statistically humbled but it's impossible that, I, only think this way...
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 Christmas dear, here’s a little bit of the ache in my heart
I gift it to you and only you because you broke Christmas apart
Santa’s elves couldn’t do their job because they were busy weeping for me
And the sorrow I feel due to the heartache you’re heaping upon me
You decided to leave right before Santa was ready to go
And now due to you Rudolph’s nose won’t even glow
While all the other reindeer refused to guide Santa’s sleigh tonight
Because you, my love, are not with me to make Christmas bright
I thank the reindeer for their gesture of caring for me
And as for the sweet little elves I thank them heartily
You know………. something tells me Christmas isn’t a time to grieve
But I just can’t forgive you for the way you took your leave
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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.
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 the winsome woman ponders about
as she sits upon a padded divan within a cabin formed of concrete and doubt
she strolls steadfastly and softly searching for security
a romantic lady who reflects refinement, patience and purity
every step premeditated
each measured movement by a mystery created
no one can be certain what thoughts slice though her mind
she is divinity, deliberation and a delicacy defined
her past is hidden by tommorow's demand
and her future is forecasted by a far off land
she follows a chart set for strenth verses stagnation
as her conscience vies with mis-information
she seldom smiles and i wonder why
she has everything a god of beauty cannot deny
a woman with a countentenance that is counted among a very few
as her lips drip with the taste of virgin morning dew
she mixes up drinks, minds and sundry styles
for that there is the lady who seldom smiles
(c) 2012....~free cee!~ PHREEPOETREE
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 it will play,
love is a wonderful thing
Can’t help believing that you feel it too,
beneath the heavens so free
All that I am I shall be that for you,
found in these moments to see
Hoping you smile when thinking of this,
praying this message to send
So you will know with the touch of your kiss,
my heart starts beating again
Now here I wait as I stare to the skies
filled with my thoughts ever pure
Wishing so softly in love filtered sighs
only to hold you once more
Good night Soupers
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 inside said
we'll meet again
in bubbles above my head.
Four unexpected friends
like the Sharks and the Jets
were saying goodbye yet again.
Hug you twice and we're on our way,
its your busy work day
there's something to occupy your mind
bubbles of you will be above our heads on the drive.
Put the car in drive
then glance at the sky,
something I do to remind
me of specific times.
I'll always remember that day
cuz I turned to see you walk away
but you were only feet away from our goodbye
watching me look at you watching us drive...
away.
As soon as you were out of sight
I searched for solace in my mind
and like comforting friends,
bubbles of you floated all around my head.
Form:
Snowed in the night,
Temperature dropped,
One week into May
The chill hadn’t stopped.
The Orioles and Finches
Looked so confused,
With snow flakes falling,
They were not amused.
Our chipmunks and squirrels
Have all run Amok
They are waiting for warmth,
With no further luck.
Started seeds
With tomatoes in mind,
To put in the garden,
With veggies, of all kinds.
Waited for weeks,
They were ready to go,
Finally able to plant,
They forecasted snow.
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mint with a strong scent.
showers forecasted today
shards of solid rock
Final Fate
Exercise formally forecasted final fate
Which was to increase her heart rate
Determine what is a possible excuse
For weight trying and starting to lose.
Part was dance while other exercise
But kept creating excuses and alibis
Weight loss is something I really hate
Until tomorrow or next day she will wait.
Putting was programmed into her brain
While on body weight still will remain
So she started changing subject as of late
Over to my posture which wasn't so great.
Sound familiar? How come all of us husbands
become victims of marital stress scapegoat
syndrome anyway?