Long Atmospheric Poems
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The earth is sleeping under the blanket of fog,
daylight gently awakens her from her stupor,
misty mountains melt in the magical morning,
as each step surprises us to what lays ahead,
The clouds float by, spreading their chillness in the air,
wispy breeze blows past sprinkling wintry cheer around,
atmospheric brume brushes away all boredom,
hovering haze heightens our heady adventure,
The climb uphill is as fuzzy as it can be,
vapours blur our vision and view of the valley,
beauty of the place is hid behind cloud curtains
with the biting weather assaulting our senses,
Walking through the clouds in an ethereal feel,
the presence of God is tangible than ever,
words cannot describe the artistry of that place,
some things must be experienced to be fathomed.
12.29.2020
Welcome to PLG weather forecast
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Let’s see what the weather is like today
Expect sunny sky from morning to midday.
So spruce yourself up and wear your smile
Drop some flowers to your loved ones for a while.
Cloudiness with light winds in the afternoon
You can stop by after work at parks or dating zones.
Heavy rain is expected across the state tomorrow
Caused by an atmospheric pressure getting low and low.
So bring your raincoat and boots in case of flood
With sturdy ropes to tow your car from water or mud.
By the end of the week will be cloudy but getting clear
Expect coldness brought by southeast monsoon air.
This is PLG weather forecasting nationwide
With the most accurate report, low tide or high tide.
March 28,2022 2:18pm
As the winter drifts with the northern wind
Some high latitude areas of north hemisphere
Will be in the clasp of sporadic snowstorms
Others will be mantled with dense opaque frost
Longing to feel the reviving warmth of the sun
People need to bear the chill for a fortnight.
After winter haze clears the weather will change
The spring will arrive floating in the crispy air
With the radiance of cerulean sky crystal clear
And with amiable ambiance of temperate days
Not to last long for the temperature will increase
At the onset of scorching summer of discontent.
With active El Niño the prospect of rains is favorable
The southern wind will spread moisture laden cloud
Overcast monsoon sky in some areas may fall asunder
After unpredictable cloud bursts one after another
Cyclones and tropical storms will spin on trade winds
Wreak havoc in low-lying areas with frequent floods.
The nimbus clouds will waft away clearing the sky
Low atmospheric disturbances will slowly subside
As awaited autumn will arrive with nip in the air
Occasional gusty winds at the advent of the fall
Will blow away wilted leaves from shedding trees
Make way for the freezing footfall of another winter.
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March 10, 2022
Contest : You're A Weather Forecaster
Sponsored by : Matt Caliri
I’ve heard about atmospheric pressure,
but honestly, it’s not a thing I get -
only that it’s something people measure,
and when it’s low, I hear we might get wet!
I guess they never taught me it in school.
In fact, I googled it just now. It said
we’re living in the bottom of a pool,
just one with air – not water – overhead!
I really like that nifty metaphor,
but how warm air that rises makes it low
I can’t quite comprehend, and I get more
confused when reading how it makes wind blow!
My brain’s now fried. I just can’t get the gist
of it! And that’s why I’m no scientist!
Sept. 2, 2017 for Shadow Hamilton's Atmospheric Pressure Poetry Contest
The New Year has come wafting on the wings of winter
The high latitudinal areas of the northern hemisphere
Would be in the grip of frequent snowstorms severe
Throwing life in desolate isolation and out of gear.
The cold wave sub-zero conditions of deprivation would persist
In many sections of population for in poverty they can’t subsist
Who wouldn’t see for long the sun of subservient survival
Through the dense fog of abject abandon and rueful refusal.
The frosty winter nights would fall with wrath
Making many frigid who would seek introvert warmth.
After the winter haze clears the weather would change
The spring would develop many high pressure regions
In the lives’ atmosphere of the aspirant people
Living in the spreading mist of uncertain future climate
With the hope of clear blue sky and sunny temperate days.
They have to brace for the increasing ambient temperature
In the thermal islands in the wake of global warming true or not.
The fanatic heat waves in the summer of discontent
Could blow dust of hatred in the raging desert storm
Might sweep like nimbus cloud across the tormented humanity.
The overcast monsoon sky may fall asunder
After unpredictable cloud burst one after another
On gloomy minds plunged in the trough of depression.
They would sink in the flood brought by heavy rains
In low pressure areas where mental stress would deepen despair.
Hurricanes and tropical storms would spin on trade winds
Wreck havoc bringing misery to many
For they would make landfall on the helpless people of destiny.
The cirrus clouds would slowly clear
The low atmospheric disturbances would subside
As the autumn would arrive sailing on the northern wind
With nip in the air and prospect of bright sunny days.
The occasional gusty winds of the fall
Would blow the broken brown leaves away
The way welted thoughts of the mind
Get swept by the squalls of fast moving times.
The old year would take our agony and dreams
Across the winter to the cold folds of another New Year
And we would wait for yet another spring another time
When our lives would bloom like flowers.
January 7, 2018.
Monet's water lilies
from his own garden
in Giverny, France
he has painted a water pond with
floating lilies
and a blue Japanese bridge
all surround in hues of green
with a loving interplay of water
sunlight and colour
and abstract swirls, strokes
nothing contrived
all as if illuminated with light
shadows are blended
atmospheric strokes melt
with the flowing water
creating drifting reflections
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January 5, 2021
Poetry/Ekphrasis/Monet's- le pont japanaise
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1318-664-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, Podium Placing Promise (5)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged, 01/08/21
Second Place
These tiny hands. Black and White hands twirl. Vibrant palms ripple the Flower-land. Dancing onto the rainbowous piano. Music permeates the thirsty airs. Notes float upon the multi-hued keys –
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet.
Black and White Hands on colorful keys. Magical hands whirling into aural anthems. Fists and fingers allure the dry, solid airs.
A melodic tune touches the soul of each flower. Turn by turn their chemistry churns. Juicing the chords of the roots in the damp soil. The stems curl and stretch calligraphing into clefs and altos. Petals strike classical beats. The rhythms of nature are awakened.
The fragrances of Roses lead the choir. Then play the violinic tune of Lavenders.
Gradually follows the oboe sounding waves of Jasmines. Then tumble into the song, the harmonious vibrations of Violets. The Magnolias infuse their trumpeting energies. The flow has begun.
Roses
Lavenders
Jasmines
Violets
Magnolias
Lilies
Chocolate Cosmos.
All shades and tones of lyrical perfumes tie Flower-land into a charming, irresistible atmospheric bouquet.
These tiny hands. The phenomenal fists decorate the spectrums of Flower-land. These black and white hands. These multi-coloured keys. These fragrances now adorn the dry airs and garland them with their musical aromas.
Angrily, rain enfolds the insular rise of lawn undulating.
Anglers dream, envious fishermen, inside looking out urging
apostles, who elope within imaginary onslaughts, hooked unburdening's.
Aloft, thunder encounters lightening's insistent taunt, oracles fearsome uttering's.
And still, each fisherman's innermost summoning orchestrates this untoward
atmospheric downfall, each drop induced, prayerful, outpouring is underscored.
Admittedly many envious housebound inmates seek oceans, lakes, unexplored
although, the earthly torrent interferes pitiless, onerous, rainfall unleashed.
Absent the energizing rays introduced by ordinary sun, undone
are these enigmatic men in rooms, oar less, ship-less, landlubbers unconsoled.
Another day encases them indoors mooning over fish uncontrolled.
A trophy earned, stuffed, indisputably shows offerings untold.
Ah, fishtails energetically rise incensed by objections never unabridged
absent their earnest wives, imagination rolls on winds un-curtailed.
If, I could control the atmospheric pressure of the world,
then, I could have the perfect days for every mood of mine;
sometimes I would want the beauty of a wild storm whirling,
or on the beach, I could summon up great ocean waves.
I would bring golden sunshine to my garden for the flowers,
a rainbow of colors, all perfect and all on my own demand;
and on hot days I would summon a cool summer rain shower,
then, the sun would break through the sky shining.
The ocean would be a perfect emerald-blue for swimming,
the forest lush green and jungle hot or cool if I want;
I could make it snow those perfect snowflakes in winter,
if I could control the atmospheric pressure of the world.
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August 25, 2017
Poetry/Verse/If, I Could
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9336-18-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Scene of such grand pageantry, men flock to view in legions.
Phenomenon to behold in most Northern of Earth's regions.
Energies of atmospheric particles meet and burst in collision
Creating the most illustrious spectacle dancing into my vision.
Trails, as if rising to Heaven, glowing phosphorous apparition.
Aurora Borealis; cascades of light stretching across the skies
Curl and wave in beauteous rhapsody before awestruck eyes.
Under guise of king and queen, they dance as pawns look on.
Luminous waltzing monarchs on their chess board until dawn.
Alluring colors blending, shades of red, purple, green and blue,
Radiant aura painted by the hand of God, a gift for me and you.
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January 13th, 2016
Acrostic Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton