Best Weather(A) Poems
A requiem can faintly be heard
in the springtime breeze
as dandelion's morph from gold
blossoms to a crown of
seeds in downy tufts to begin their
airborne journey to
germinate and recreate with a drive
to survive even the
harshest weather, a plethora of
pesticides, and weeding.
Ah, can not the feminine form be
celebrated in comparison?
As her entourage of suitors lifts her
spirits to soar blissfully
until she establishes that one special
connection that causes
her bloom, that innate ineluctable
calling to mate and procreate.
Though trials, illness, and hardships appear,
future generations ineffably endure
in season's springtime, as love renews life.
May 4, 2016
Animus/Anima--Part 1: Anima - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tom Quigley
Definition of anima:
NOTE: Just for the etymology of the word Anima dear, Connie! Anima, Animal, Animation and so on are words that come for the Greek word "Anemos" which in the Greek philosophy meant the divine wind which filled the universe and which wind "anemos" Man breathed in and became "Alive" animated!
-thank you for this Demetrios.
Note: I may have done this contest all wrong?
Categories:
weather(a), flower, metaphor, women, universe,
Form:
Imagism
In times like this it’s pertinent to stroke the longest cord
for hummer is impertinent and seldom brings discord.
Each slippery politician who runs yelling, “Come on Board!”
is asking for some hummer from constituents lapboards.
He wants them on their knees paying, for taxing fills his hoard
Just a little hummer raises bundles and gets Johnny Boys accord.
And, if you think it just ain’t right to make a joke of Nancy*
then let me tell you baby, your hummers just not fancy!
Hell, you have to laugh at what they say, and their fancy stroking
for if you took them seriously, even Heimlich would be choking!
So, just remember next time your party yells "Come on Board!"
that if you do, you must expect the meaning is untoward.
*Nancy / Nancy boy - It is the opposite of being hard.
In cold weather a nancy boy would dress up in a coat,
hat, gloves and scarf and a hard guy would wear a t-shirt.
*hummer a slang word for a type of sex
** humour/hummer it's a play on words
Categories:
weather(a), funny, political, satire,
Form:
Burlesque
How I look forward to October the thirty-first each year!
Though the autumn be chilly and the weather a bit drear,
I have the pleasure of meeting strange little imps by the score,
As they visit, lisping "twick or tweat" at my front door!
The door bell rings constantly it seems as I leap to me feet,
Wondering about the wierd characters that I shall meet!
Will it be a devil or an angel or a frightful ghost?
Whoever it might be, I must be a generous host!
Hordes of fairies, cowboys and Indians grace my stoop,
Along with sheriffs, desperados and soldiers by the troop!
Ferocious pirates, scary skeletons and dreadful witches,
Leer and grin at me, nearly scaring me out of my britches!
Standing regally is a king and queen, each wearing a crown,
Along with their court jester, a gaudily bedecked clown!
There's a sweet little princess decked out in ribbons and lace,
Smiling demurely with cute dimples on her pretty face!
A little secret with which those little monsters I'll never share,
But I'll clue you in on my own little Halloween trick if I dare -
I dole out bubblegum, candy corn and stuff I don't care for much,
But keep the Snickers bars, Babe Ruths, Hershey Kisses and such!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
weather(a), autumn, childhood, funny, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
Great is each new day called life
Reaching out and doing all that is
necessary for each to enjoy living, not
Selfishly hoarding all good that's about
Sharing the blessings instead of waiting
Until a direct hit from a severe storm, for
We should give a little each day,the
blessings we will receive help weather a storm
Awesome each day's sunrise, time to
anticipitate each hour that will pass
Linger in the sunlight with its
rays dancing and sparkling about
We all need to begin today learning
To spend some time each day to
jump for joy, relax in the sun, to dance
In the sunlight or rain, in
good times and bad for the
storms do come and bring pouring rain
Categories:
weather(a), dance, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Findings of friends in this hot soup
Steamy weather, a pigeons coop
Lean on my eyeballs
Ill SEE What I can do?
before the sky Falls in on YOU
Categories:
weather(a), death, depression, friendship, health,
Form:
Lyric
NO CONTRACT
Used to wonder where he was sometimes for days
Thought I knew his quirky ways
When I called him for dinner with tintap
Now I know why he didn’t head for the cat flap
He often ate dinner in another bowl
My cat sat at another fire, warmed by other coal
Rubbed against another soft-felt shoe
Purred for another’s smiling face too.
In that dog-eat-dog world there
A cat ate anywhere
After all he never promised you see
Never signed a contract with me
I mean were not married, no legal consent
It was just a casual open arrangement
Well, things happen as they may :
Met the “other woman” one day -
About the weather a friendly chat
Of a sudden I said, oh there’s my cat,
She said, and there’s mine too !
But there was only one cat in view.
We quickly pooled our knowledge
We didn’t need a degree from college
We both whispered pushwoosh
To attract “our” cat away from the thorn bush
But he darted through the leaves
And climbed up to the eaves
And another woman’s arms pulled him in
And cuddled him and tickled his chin.
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Written 2 August 2012
Entered in Poet ~ Destroyer's Contest Any poem you posted this week....
Categories:
weather(a), animals, funny, cat, cat,
Form:
Couplet
elephant tusks
harvested for ivory towers
truncate the wisdom of time
blizzards hail snow flakes
weather a storm or two
before they melt into memories
Babylon refutes Jericho
an eye for an eye
that money can’t buy
Rosetta’s stone
gives a clue to incomprehension
and sometimes the monolith
takes on new meaning
when frosty crystals meet
eternity in shining armour
Midas touches mammon and greed
blistering peeling forms scabs
on lost conscience and souls
the snow flake melts
because it knows about destiny
eventually ivory decomposes
once humanity has died
Categories:
weather(a), conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Somewhere on the ocean waves in the year of sixty six
The ocean wind and rain joined forces, a deadly dangerous mix
We were on our way from the Mediterranean, where we were deployed
Amphibious operations and some ports that we enjoyed
It was mid July, the sea was calm on a warm and sunny morning
We were heading into inclement weather, a violent hurricane warning
Later that day the seas picked up much higher than the norm
Word was passed that we were heading into the eye of the storm
We sailed against the wind fighting hard to stay on course
We had never before encountered a storm with such driving force
Waves the size of mountains came crashing across the bow
Dorothy was magnificent, queen of the seas for now
She never moved toward the mainland and had a very short history
She moved northward in the Atlantic and finally died at sea
We returned to Norfolk where our journey had begun
Check the superstructure and assess the damage that was done
Dorothy was a nightmare the way she howled and screamed
Dorothy was more beautiful than anything we dreamed
Sometimes I look out over the ocean thinking way back then
And Dorothy in her Glory, I’d love to see her once again.
Hurricane Dorothy in 1966 was a short lived hurricane
that died out in the North Atlantic never reaching the mainland.
I was at sea in the eye of the storm. Awesome.
Categories:
weather(a), adventure, ocean, sea,
Form:
Bio
The fairy tale a powerful message about morals about courage about education.
Some say are lifes are written out is it something permanent like ink
or erasable like pencil is a question i have often pondered. The writtings before of
me are a man unsure with himself lost almost in the art of the good act and
blinded by love to behold the grand illusion. So hmm I have found a new anthem
a new lease on myself. In the mass destruction of my mind the rebuilding has
begun. A new man has imagered in a new surrounding with new opportunity at his
feet. A new generation under him seeking his guidance bonded over music
watered blood but still blood weather a different last name ethnicity. A pleat-her of
rebuilding in the world. So hmm i have begun to see myself know myself in a way
that i have never felt a new phoenix has risen in my soul good riddance to the
negative vibe within me. I can never understand but the pondering and the
images in my mind will remain.
Categories:
weather(a), adventure, courage, culture, family,
Form:
Free verse
Poet's Dream, Lover's Lament, Loss Echoes Into Dark Pits
Poet's dream, lover's lament and loss echoes into dark pits
life assaults us with its darkest, shocking hits.
Sadness hangs its tentacles into our longest held desires
shooting burning embers out of devastating fires.
Upon the highest mountains we climb just to see our souls
fate delivers deep misery written in its rolls.
As we counter with our sincere prayers and desperate cries
love so often burns up and then quickly dies.
When we settle into those sweet valleys so far down below
beg for fair weather, a blizzard brings its snow.
Storms race in delivering sunken ships on a storming sea
pains grows like leaves on huge spreading oak tree.
And if ever we find a shining cloud we hope saves our love
we soon see hail blasting down from darkness above.
Bleak future begins to invade our lives and sweetest dreams
only bad luck embraces us or so it always seems.
Poet's dream, lover's lament, loss echoes into dark pits
life assaults us with its darkest, shocking hits.
Sadness hangs its tentacles into our longest held desires
shooting burning embers out of devastating fires.
Robert J. Lindley, 02-11-2015
Another poem from my private journal...
Categories:
weather(a), dance, judgement, symbolism, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
This last day of February two thousand nineteen
Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
unlikely to be inundated with heavy snowy scene
methinks buds will burst early issuing royal green
carpeting landscape, sans expert architects queen
"Mother Nature" commences to baptize spilling
purity, sans cerulean bajillion year celestial tureen
while refulgent solar beams massage tender shoots
thawing frozen earth, where frigid cold icy sheen
hermetically sealed, asper horizontal frozen wall,
when skaters waltzed stealing lovers kisses unseen
soon melted pools of water all a buzz with feeding
Gabriel trumpeting "NON FAKE" arrival herculean
powers unleashed since time immemorial worship,
and/or sacrifices made to deities of webbed skein
viz, animal and/or plant wide world rejoicing when
harvest yielded cornucopia primitive, yet overkeen
superstitious scattered bands of hominids plentitude
linkedin to sugar daddy's favorite colored jellybean
benediction rituals also included pagan dispensing
prayers believing obeisance necessitated cyclopean
appeasement lest death and destruction would rain
purple pearl drop monsoon, traced to angry spirits
subsequently drowning helpless prehistoric hygiene
cleansed *****sapiens ancestors possessing gene
and chromosomes latent within dormant flora lean
fauna coming alive with the scent of fragrant bouquet
while the hills burst with creativity healthy panacean
liberating tentative "cabin fever" wrought by polar
vortex, the spell of warm weather, a respite sunscreen
applied to ward off deadly ultraviolet solar radiations
something in magnitude bajillion extinctions obscene
spate of lost species as seasons greetings witness hot
untenable global warming affecting every calm serene
nook and cranny incumbent to relish approximately
twelve weeks of cold temperatures sipping my ovaltine
recollected from boyhood, when snowfall covered roofs
tops inconveniencing Rudolph, and his deer friends a teen
nee bit, and school cancellation required state requirement
resulting summer vacation shelving reading Pygmalion
for Shaw!
Categories:
weather(a), 12th grade, beauty, earth,
Form:
Pastoral
"Golden Roads"
A Relationship...
Someone you call on to
blow lashes out your eye.
Does it in such a way,
it fixes the issue only
to have more problems ensue.
Clearly able to see, you say,
" Let me get a good look at you Beauty"
No matter how many showers you take,
they grip your insides
feels as if they know how
sickle cell's rearrangement.
Their presence makes you well.
Able to change your disposition
like a House Party switch position.
Eye contact. Thoughts go blind
and instincts as basic as
Sharon Stone holding an ice pick
comes to mind.
They know the way to Shangri-La
& satisfaction and take you there promptly.
The one person able to build you up
knows the exact brick to pull for your undoing.
But they never do. Edify you like medieval architecture
that reaches skyscraper heights.
It's rare to find someone who knows how
the yellow brick road was laid.
And whenever you need direction,
they point the way.
Kinda funny, it took Toto's loyalty,
courage, intelligence, a heart and missing home
to understand how to weather a storm.
Categories:
weather(a), introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Unregin the rain darkness the circle hands to salt wick weather sound beat pound the heart of a vessel what hymns do it sing
listen to the weather a old man once said
listen to the weather a old man once said
night of the eye madness of a touch hands for the bless heal for the blind
crush it title waves salt that bend words that descend language earthbound sea level cast off the storm awake no reckoning a noise
Dwarf a feather long live a king warn the warn of weather
heavens kings circle the earth
sounds it mimics
listen to the weather a old man once said
listen to the weather a old man one said
man of a man storm out last a storm wait count once blessing look like I made it out of storm now a days I am very superstition what tells do one with hales.
Categories:
weather(a), art, love,
Form:
Verse
The squirrel who played like a kitten is dead
found her stiff and rigid body where she used to tread,
on the ground by the pond she lay still and silenced
only the furry tail still waved in the wind's defiance.
Looking up into the tall hundred year oak
were few remains of the nested drey she cloaked
for her refuge and hiding place once safe
still there, clung leaves gathered moss on the edge of escape.
The sudden change in weather, a north west wind that came
dropping 30 degrees in just a few hours with cold rain
swept in later in the night with a racing wind and snow
that slid thru the trees and flung her here to earth below.
This small creature once elaborating chatter and play
slipped quick and quietly away
unseen and missed by those around
she has final resting peace found.
Categories:
weather(a), animal, death, weather, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
I looked at my watch and it was quarter to three.
you were on your back where you wanted to be,
I had to wake you from your dreams, game changer,
there was Tonto but you settled for the Lone Ranger.
I looked at my watch and it was quarter to four,
you were dressed and heading towards the door,
I had to weather a storm, one which you might empower,
there was a slam and I was left in my ivory tower.
I looked at my watch and it was quarter to five,
you came back and like Daley, my spirits took a dive,
I had to admit that I didnt love you as often as I should,
there was a 'buck - up' needed, otherwise someone else would.
Time stood still, your hands went neither forward nor back,
you wound me up - reminded me of all the things I lack.
Categories:
weather(a), power, space, travel,
Form:
Prose