Really it should be days of rain, but
Against all odds the sun will shine again,
It’s as if the weather forecaster
Nicely tries to cheer me up,
Yet the rain still comes down.
Depression loves the gloom
Any joy is quickly drowned,
Yet the weather forecaster
Still insists the sun will shine again.
*A young man went out for a stroll in the snow
Into a remote patch of icy blue Adirondacks.
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.
The forecaster says a fresh foot more 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 in the snow.
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
Referenced Lyrics:
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
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, 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!
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.”
Petrichor scent from a far off land
Pied cuckoo augurs the monsoon
Placed : 5th
A New Crystalline - Any Theme Poetry Contest
Crystalline poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Syllable count: HS
Date: 05-03-2023
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
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
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
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
April 3, 2022 copyright
All rights reserved
Contest sponsor: Matt Calini
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
April 3, 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
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.
31st March 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster poetry contest
Sponsor - Matt Calari
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 :)
March 30th,
You're a Weather Forecaster contest, Sponsored by Matt Caliri
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