Best Forecasters Poems
Aged four and half, first day at school
he was going to prove he was no fool,
through boredom disrupted his class
which continued each following day alas,
by luck or fate proved he was not pathetic
my poor boy was diagnosed as dyslexic,
many years past struggling but determined
With this unfortunate disability he burdened,
art and design he found his path to success
through art college he did quickly progress,
at age of seventeen discovered with fear
a life threatening heart condition did appear,
after medical procedure, an electrical bypass,
returned to college awarded top of his class,
to university success predicted by forecasters
proved right after four years collected his masters,
with determination, belief, support and direction
Proved to me everyone can produce perfection.
Composed 02/03/2017.
Contest:- young people who have inspired you.
The forecasters are predicting near 60 degrees
On Christmas day here in the land of the freeze
Things are all messed up
What's going on, I know not what
A mere blip, imagine how confused are the trees
© Jack Ellison 2015
Hurricane Irma is barreling down with its monster storm,
Churning 185 mile an hour winds that have eerily formed.
The U.S. is afraid what it will do when it makes landfall.
Unfortunately forecasters can’t make the exact call.
Floridians are buying generators and boarding up their homes…
There’s no telling where this catastrophic storm will roam.
This hurricane is unprecedented and a clear danger.
After Hurricane Harvey, hurricane devastation is no stranger.
A Cat five storm is 500 times stronger than a Cat One.
Floridians, it’s time to secure your families and run.
The evacuations have begun… the traffic will be massive.
If you are in the storm’s path, you can’t afford to remain passive.
9/5/17
Hurricanes Contest
Julie Rodeheaver sponsor
~Awarded 3rd Place~
Forecasters say we're getting snow, yukky poo
It's only mid-October these guys belong in a zoo
We ain't ready yet
We're really upset
Will dock their pay and some beatings will ensue
© Jack Ellison 2015
Go out now, children, while you can and play.
The time to romp and frolic will not last.
Drink Kool-Aid under shade trees while you may.
Sing simple songs of childhood, dance and sway.
Tomorrow might be glum and overcast.
Go out now, children, while you can and play.
Time’s flies. Take to the yard without delay.
Turn off the TV. Won’t Mom look aghast?
Drink Kool-Aid under shade trees while you may.
Turn on the sprinkler. Welcome its cold spray.
Play hide-and-seek, and have yourselves a blast!
Go out now, children, while you can and play.
“Tomorrow—chance of rain,” forecasters say.
It’s nine o’clock. The morning’s going fast.
Drink Kool-Aid under shade trees while you may.
Your parents watch and smile on such a day,
recalling joyous summer months long past.
Go out now, children, while you can and play.
Drink Kool-Aid under shade trees while you may.
March 7, 2022
entered in the Brian Strand Structured Poetry Contest
January 6, 2023
entered in the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 24 Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
The rains did not come today
to drive the blues away
the soil is parched and cracked
the tractor is idle and parked
He has to feed the cattle
his forehead is marked by wrinkles
there is no money to feed
His family member's needs
The clouds appear and move on
floating aimlessly in the sun
the scorching rays evaporate
water body, dyke and lake
The weather forecasters give reasons
there will be a rainy monsoon season
will they be wrong again, as it is like
driving him to end his life?
Forecasters are predicting the mildest winter yet
Won't hear ME complaining, on that you can bet
Much milder for sure
More snow which is poor
But after eighty long years, I surely won't fret
© Jack Ellison 2015
As adults we walk around the streets and parks
with a face saying “I know where I’m going,”
“I know what I’m doing”.
Timetables, manuals, diaries, and journals somehow
find themselves in our pockets,
as form of reassurance for “I know what I’m doing” slogan.
Other times we show a blank expression on our faces,
when the weather forecasters go all wrong;
when life savings end up in a pyramid scheme;
when heroine dosage goes out of control;
when we blame the stars for a breakup…….
Uncertainty breaks apart our certainty……
Poet name: Teddy Kimathi
Date of entry: 12/10/2015
For the contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings
First weekend of the summer when they're calling for no rain
It's almost August, the forecasters it must find it quite a strain
Hearing all the grumblings
Someone's been fumbling
Trusted with the forecast, have they been smoking up again???
Into each life some rain must fall
But this is bloody ridiculous
Folks on the corner are building an ark
Their workmanship is quite fastidious
They seem to know something is up
Like a scary upcoming event
Hasn't stopped raining for about a month
Sometimes gets really intense
Not used to this miserable rainy weather
Where the heck did winter go?
These dismal skies can be so depressing
What we need is piles of snow
Whoa is me, I'm sounding like Eeyore
I repeat, this is bloody ridiculous
I used to be such a happy old soul
The gods have become unscrupulous
© Jack Ellison 2013
The forecasters are predicting 55°F today... this Canada in January!!!
What's up with that???
I won't mention one by name
But I wish they'd forecast some rain
A shower or two
or better, a few
This dought's now causing some pain
Climate Change
David J Walker
I
A teacher we know
died suddenly
or so
it seemed
and
It seemed
as if it were
a dream
unfulfilled
The climate in schools
Is changing
II
Forecasters gathered
in convocations
and manifestations
to explain away
a rainy day
that never came
predictions changed
the next day
anyway
the climate of clouds
is changing
III
I remember the promises
made
at the rallies and
and debates
by candidates
who can’t wait
to give back
give or take
factor X
the climate of politics
is changing
IV
We are expanding
said the astronomer
but people disbanding
listened to
their astrologer
because they say they preferred
the mystic word from
those who
would tell them
what they wanted
to hear
for a hundred dollars
a session
the climate of the universe
is changing
How refreshing to experience
a reprieve from sultry weather
when hazy, hot,
and humid warm front
unleashes a very short sweaty tether.
Man hat tin dar overcast skies
hint potential rain on the way
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Taurus headed soundcloud
skidding across celestial
(span hushed) rink
surprising forecasters by yowl
ling whimsically, unexpectedly oye vay
training (laser like),
Asian outsize dark cloud
climatological frontispiece
randomly making next stop Old
Rotten Gotham's Greenwich Village
zero wing in on
Poor (Chuck Keys) Uruguay
neighborhood possibly confidently
foretold by meteorologists today
pointing at map showing
cold air mass as it doth sashay
July twenty first 2018, though
Mother Nature defies pre
diction pulling out all (busted) stops,
vis a vis via "her" quay
zee bag of tricks nay
saying trained forecasters klan
hush all self importance
also to humble those mere mortals
getting paid a handsome buck
by anthropomorphizing viz cluck
king in tandem with duck
billed Baritone Horn
Trumpeting "FAKE" luck
trotting out obstreperous
Sunny Rays, who doth beam
with radiance a
diametrically opposed extreme
over zealous call for precipitation
instead raining one after another quanta
bright blinding meme
outsmarting the seem
ming airtight (cat in the bag)
prediction leaving once supreme
vouchsafing without a doubt forecasters
left holding the empty bag
large enough tuff fit the whole team.
March days in Ohio
sometimes a lion, sometimes a lamb
They often trade places, whenever they can.
Today: Hi 50's-open blue sky with napping winds.
the Sun makes all the difference.
Sweatshirt, jeans, shades dress the day. I sit in a
splendid, sunny, but humbling, silence knowing all
Earth is alive. Given her weathered wisdom, she
slowly begins to don her fresh Spring wardrobe. In this
realm there is no discrimination--all colors embraced,
one for all, all for one. All creatures in place with babes in tow-
links in a perfectly balanced, unbridled chain of harmonic grace.
Forecasters folly their lofty predictions, keeping them close to the vest,
while Rooten-Tooten rodents use shadow play tactics in their furry jest,
attempting to upstage and win the prized, fake meteorological test.
So Ditch your Dopplers, models and such, for we all know--
"Mother knows best"!
(the actual date was 3-23-2023.)
Automotive experts clearly agree
Driverless cars are the thing for you and me
How did they arrive at this brilliant conclusion?
Perhaps by illusion or via delusion
Perhaps by a bit of Malthusian confusion
--All I know is it leaves me in deep disillusion
Yo, Honda Corp, Mr. Yamada, did you ask me about it?
Yo, Nissan Corp, Mr. Saikawa, do you think that I tout it?
Yo, Toyota Corp, Mr. Toyoda, can't we live without it?
Yo, Subaru Corp, Mr. Nakamura, why don't you doubt it?
The 'cool corporations' want driverless tech
Not one of them is willing to stick out his neck
Yelling like heck:
"I want my independence
I want my freedom
Whatever sights can be seen
I want to see'm!"--
Not sit in the backseat fiddling with a device
While the bot in the driver's seat ignores his advice
America's highways and byways, her mountains and valleys
Lo, her fields and her meadows, her side streets and alleys
Were meant to be driven, meant to be seen
--Not merely imaged on a tiny phone screen
"See the USA in your Chevrolet
America's the greatest land of all" (Dinah Shore, TV ad, 1950's-60's)
Keep humans in the driver's seat
Spring, Summer and Fall
--Don't slow this country's love affair with the auto to a crawl.
So, all you pundits of prescience, prediction, precision
You fearless-faced forecasters of science-less fiction
Before you commit me and my friends
To a future none of us desires
~ Think twice: Cars may just lose all their buyers