Said the TV’s weatherman,
a bright bloke on grey suit,
and with weeping eyeglasses,
“There’s probability of precipitation.
It’s going to rain from coast to coast.
Umbrellas, raincoats and rain boots
Are cheaper on Ebay.
Order from Amazon . . . galoshes and
calabashes...
It shall rain from Jerusalem to Jericho.
And no one shall be spared from the
sprinkles — be they Republicans
or Democrats.
Blonde or raven-haired.
So plan your wedding when a spell of
sunshine borrowed from Africa
falls on one and all, like the bright light
on the road to Tarsus.
Pray against a jealous tornado
which plans to disrupt graduation ceremonies
across wayward universities.
If you cannot pray, tweet.
Heaven also hearkens to tweets.
If you doubt it,
ask the birds
whom the Lord feeds".
Categories:
forecast, weather,
Form: Free verse
He breezed in after a whirlwind tour of the local pubs.
Feeling muggy, he drifted up the stairs like a silent mist,
but was greeted with an isobar across the back of the head.
An icy stare froze him to the spot, followed by a maelstrom of words
that bounced off the walls, pounding him like giant hailstones.
Then fighting against a hurricane he slipped in a pool of hate
He glanced up to see her chest swelling, then with an avalanche
Of abuse she predicted a cold front coming in…
Categories:
forecast, weather,
Form: Free verse
When you row with vibes,
You tend to lose more value...
Outside some notable tribes,
That always pressure to argue.
When you seek attention off reason,
You could definitely lose affection...
Without reckoning title or season,
That holds no clear motive to suspension.
When you appear to attract,
Probability stakes no idea to stand...
You would defend to subtract,
While you fail to flow as planned.
When life hits raw so plainly,
You could feel sour seeming cool...
For the worst that seems best mainly
Rides on a low above distant fool.
While love fits your heart,
Lust might lurk around trust...
Driving hatred to impart,
Beautiful mind till you can't adjust.
Categories:
forecast, allusion, anxiety, betrayal, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme
Since when did governors offer advice
on the NBA draft, teams just roll the dice
Josh Shapiro told ‘his team’
Ace Bailey’s low self-esteem
Pick him and tickets will go for half-price
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Notes: NBA = National Basketball Association
Mr. Shapiro is the Governor of Pennsylvania
His team - the team he cheers for - is the Philadelphia 76ers
Ace Bailey is a good collegiate player with 'issues'
Categories:
forecast, america, basketball, money, political,
Form: Limerick
Gloomy Forecast
leafless deciduous tree branches in Fall—signal Winter’s approach
Categories:
forecast, autumn,
Form: Monoku
Are clouds dark because the son is bright
~ or are they so in their own right
Categories:
forecast, sky, sun, weather,
Form: Couplet
Storm
Beginning tomorrow
Blizzard in Northeast
It whispers slow down
Hibernate
Categories:
forecast, deep, snow, storm,
Form: Other
when we will forecast
which vote we will have to caste
from the first to last
Categories:
forecast, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
They left as they came
silent, unseen ~
pundits’ forecasts sucked
Categories:
forecast, giggle, insect, visionary,
Form: Senryu
All lost dreams
blew in from the past
A lonely life
was the old forecast
No longer lonesome
now having a blast.
Categories:
forecast, change, dream, fun, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
I want to cover memories with you,
transform my view change the past;
Look back and see something new
Everything is magic that we do,
moments seem to go by so fast;
I want to cover memories with you;
By and by fresh thoughts accrue
wiping away old ghosts at last;
Look back and see something new!
The next trip loaded in the queue
with a partner who remains steadfast;
I want to cover memories with you
Happiness has a breakthrough,
lighting a smile of dopamine fast;
Look back and see something new;
A sky, sea, and mind painted blue
stay present there’s a calm forecast;
I want to cover memories with you,
look back and see something new.
Categories:
forecast, blue, emotions, feelings, love,
Form: Villanelle
Mark’s bold forecasts were greeted with doubt
One of his hearers braving “Get out!”
Not just saying it: An exploded shout!
He’d seen, Mark with a bottle of stout,
A celebrant’s gulp and a drunk’s pout…
“Drunkard, no plant does well in harsh drought,
Just as no laborer with a gout.”
But - God! - What force had made him come out!
Hunger for the fame gods talk about
As things all men could do without,
Warning that taking it far rules flout
And whoever does “Consummate lout…
Ben Mark who would other’s views tout,
Letting his lips take on a pig’s snout.
He had the forecast heard from a scout
And now must beat others in a bout…
Some folk is ready for own forecast,
The farmers present for its broadcast
About Ben Mark he could still clout
For wanting to farms hurt and yield rout:
“This week, Mark shall be an outcast
On Earth as forecaster miscast.”
Categories:
forecast, allusion, career, evil, food,
Form: Rhyme
An inkling came to me,
as I mused nature’s law,
of affairs meant to be.
It was His face I saw
in every living thing
as I mused nature’s law.
A never ending string
of divine sight and sound
in every living thing.
Mortal senses did abound
emerging from inklings
of divine sight and sound.
Ethereal twinklings
of life everlasting
emerging from inklings.
Nature’s tone forecasting,
an inkling came to me
of life everlasting,
of affairs meant to be.
Categories:
forecast, environment, nature, senses, sound,
Form: Terzanelle
What is on the news today
All the things they say
People lost and crying.
Tears are no longer drying
The forecast is calling for pain
What you grab is what you gain
Who is winning who has lost
All hearts have turned to frost
People fighting in the street
Looters adding to the heat
Times are getting bad
People are feeling so bad.
Nobody to care
All caught up in the snare
Of lawlessness of the law
They can't hide what everyone saw
Running wild is so much hate
Rely hoped that wouldn't be our fate
Maybe too late
Will nobody try
Will we all in turn, die
No longer able to cry
Days to come soon
Can't see the moon
Fire so bright
No one cares whats right
Nor care that all is wrong
Right takes to long
Categories:
forecast, car, caregiving,
Form: Rhyme
if the past comes in drops,
and today is a whirlwind,
will be the future
mishap... Or immense river...
Categories:
forecast, adventure, allegory, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Light Verse
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