Forecaster Poems | Examples

White Broom

*A young man went out for a stroll 
into a remote patch of icy blue Adirondak
It's been a few moons since he was last seen 
they discovered his lithium car at the trailhead
A white broom swept his footprints off the map
They posted a vision of him sitting in the sunshine.
They're searching low and high for that cherub smile
Prayers are swirling like glitter in a snow globe
the ranger whispers about windchill and hope
forecaster says a fresh foot of devilish snow
they postponed the search until tomorrow
They say a cardinal may chirp a psalm
when souls wander into the beyond 
A young man went out for a stroll*

One day, a bird will fly

One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility 
Never to return in a neverland sky, decisive in  nominative totality
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility 
Never to return about a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality
One day…
The mountaintop, these dense clouds , layers of piling such, and so
A sandstorm, heartbroken saga, will not be a weather forecaster to go
In evocating high,a paraphrasing try,will fall, no more than brimming
Underneath a sky, for none, too aboriginal a humming
One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
One day…
A flute, fading slow, out there, with an absent delight, daylight! None!
None knew why,whence none could try to find a parable, a hymn, uncomparable!
A nomadic try will never end in a dead end to bolt, wondering in zero, her lame!
Herlem , once in Jerusalem!
One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility 
Never to return about a neverland sky, decisive in  nominative totality
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In Search of Church to Perch Horn Haik

how bad had bad been
by having been bad again
where bad news will begin

When men may be bad
amount had been a scad
threw away like rotten shad

(always preferred a cad)
(were killed by dear old dad)
(looked horrible after health food fad)
(when they went away were glad)
(bad habits are those they had)
(would make me fighting mad)
(was sure would make me sad)

when they always did smoke
had ended up being broke
when they would have a stroke

when we saw a burning aster
fame (flame) grew faster and faster
result total disaster

(torn down like alabaster)
(would become weather forecaster)
(a master of disaster)
(was an ever laster)
(will never want to put it past her)
(positively liked Louie Pasteur
who produced president who was obscure)

How Bad Had Bad Been Horn Haik

how bad had bad been
by having been bad again
where bad news will begin

When men may be bad
amount had been a scad
threw away like rotten shad

(always preferred a cad)
(were killed by dear old dad)
(looked horrible after health food fad)
(when they went away were glad)
(bad habits are those they had)
(would make me fighting mad)
(was sure would make me sad)

when they always did smoke
had ended up being broke
when they would have a stroke

when we saw a burning aster
fame (flame) grew faster and faster
result total disaster

(torn down like alabaster)
(would become weather forecaster)
(a master of disaster)
(was an ever laster)
(will never want to put it past her)
(positively liked Louie Pasteur

Freddy Farkle

Freddy Farkle, fumbling forecaster for Forestville,
friggin' fudged Friday forecast....fair?!
first florid felicitous, falling flurries followed,
froze flowers, foiled!
faraway farmhouse, furrowing farmland,
frigid fanny, furious, frustrated,
frumpy, frazzled!
furry forest friends furnished flannel frock,
finding Freddy's fails funny, frivolity,
fortunately frequent fallible forecasts
found Freddy flying faraway,
fallaciously forecasting for fermented folks!

The Falsest Forecast

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.”

To Rolling Fork, Mississippi

Tis not the breath of God that killed the town,
by a spree of dark and twisted clouds
groaning, moaning and churning up the ground,
these winds that roared in anger freight loads loud.

The siren failed to give the folks alarm.
Previous storms had simply passed on through.
They knew not of this close impending harm.
A forecaster prayed when seeing what was due. 

The wind, whipped, naked trees, stand   for the dead,
once living, and by noontime stripped away.
They represent this place of human dread,
with morn beginning as a sunny day.

Tis not the breath of God that killed the land,
but all destructive forces made by man.

4/3/2023

Rolling Fork was hit by an EF4 tornado last Saturday. The devastating whirlwinds killed at least 25 people in the region at the time, according to the Mississippi Emergency Management Agency. The town only has a population of 2000, and 1400 homes were destroyed.

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Forecaster

Petrichor scent from a far off land

                               Pied cuckoo augurs the monsoon




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Oops

First sprinkles of snow
Snowplows loaded with gravel
Schools are closed notices,
My momma takes off from work
Weather forecaster is wrong!

Written October 11, 2022

I Got It Clearly

You wise me up faster
To  avoiding disaster
Gradually becoming a forecaster 
Life's riddle painted me a master
But don't call me a pastor
Cum fasting, I ain't a taskmaster

The mixed differences of two 
Can never be measured of blue

You love me, oh mine
Your trust on me assign
Duties beyond heart to fall in line
That factual auctions are redefine
In every activity of the vine
How atmosphere's spells shine

Thy love so genuine
Doubts couldn't ruin

I will remember now and evermore
These and more I heartily adore
To the needful core
Of mess not ignore 
And fears you duly cure its metaphor
By  which I conquered the mental war

Into background check 
By which faults wreck

You lead me aright
Yet you never alight
From the bus of my mind; sitting tight
To continually beep the ray of thy light
Around my heart's sight
Dewing canals; not embracing its delight

You stare, my heart grasp
Gazing either cool or rasp

My soul and mind is now of concern
Even in uncertainty, I've got to learn
All your speaking
Gets brain seeking 
Forgotten tales of old wisdom's root
Walking in the wilderness of ideas barefoot

My fearless daring
Assist me cheering

Frantic Forecaster Fay

Foxy Frisky Feline Forecaster Frantic Fay
Wished good weather would come their way
Saying stiff swishy, sadly serious storms will stay.
She was booed out of the newsroom and far away.

Weather Forecaster

WEATHER FORECASTER

Are the drastic weather events,
due to climate extreme?
Devastating west coast wildfires,
the worst … we’ve ever seen!

Weather forecasting’s chaotic,
the nature of the beast.
The incomplete understanding,
winds from west … then the east.

Preparing forecasts, issuing 
alerts, and storm alarms.
Warnings in towns are not the same, 
on country rural … farms.

Killing tornadoes, flash floods, storms, 
causing such deadly harm.
Hazardous conditions, why send
alerts … and loud alarms

Weather forecasting’s chaotic,
stressful as it can be.
Glad you're not a stressed forecaster,
and certainly … not me


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Weather Forecast

A Monotetra


I just got this weatherman job
I'm to click this thing-a-ma-bob
Nerves are making my head throb
I'm gonna sob     I'm gonna sob

Camera ready, fix my tie
Oh my gosh, I just wanna die
Cause if I mess up, it's goodbye
Don't wanna cry    Don't wanna cry

Cloudy skies on the Midwest plain
This morning there's a chance of rain
Swollen rivers will feel the strain
Flooding again    Flooding again

If you live in the Southern states
Here's a forecast everyone hates...
Hurricane in the Key West Straits
Take cover mates    Take cover mates

In the north, more snow's on the way
No sunshine for you guys today
Let your kids go outside to play
Hail in Green Bay    Hail in Green Bay

The heat took a toll in the West
The studio lights have me stressed
I'm new at this job. Have you guessed?
No one's impressed    No one's impressed

Hail's falling in many Maine towns
Ending soon. No need for those frowns
Well folks, guess I'll see ya around
I'm going down     I'm going down




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The Weather Don'T Ask Me

THE WEATHER? DON’T ASK ME

There won’t be a cloud in the sky today,
But don’t get too complacent.
The weather’s coming from the north
And storm clouds are adjacent.

My job used to be simple,
The seasons were well defined.
But, due to global warming,
I’m feeling undermined.

Why, with November upon us,
Are the leaves still attached to the trees?
What’s happened to Crosby’s White Christmas,
Now the temperature’s twenty degrees?

I went to the beach, back in August,
Prepared to sun bathe for the day.
I hired a deckchair and a sunshade
But a hurricane blew them away.

We are using too many fossil fuels.
The ozone layer’s parting.
While every day, across the world,
Ten billion cows are farting.

So, if you want a forecast
Of what the weather will do,
It’s really no good asking me.
I’m afraid I haven’t a clue.

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Rain Or Shine

I step up to the green screen 
In my tie and 5 piece suit
Here for you on the daily
My predictions absolute!

You can always count on me
To know how to prepare
Waiting for my forecast
So you know just what to wear

I know you might be angry
Because I told you there'd be sun
But how was I supposed to know
That a blizzard had begun?

And maybe there was one time
Where you questioned my potential
But sometimes an inch of rain
Turns out to be torrential

I told you there would be some wind
Before you lost all power
Technically I wasn't wrong
It was just 100 miles per hour

I do my best by mother nature
But she can be quite fickle
Shift your blame over to her
If you're in a weather pickle

So keep your trust in me
and I'll keep you in the know
Even if you end up in shorts
In a cool five feet of snow :)


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