Long Barometer Poems
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FROGS
Are an amphibious species, living in two worlds.
The subconscious and the conscious,
giving them two distinctly different points of view,
they look from and they look through.
Frogs are the barometer, the first line
telling the world what's before us, coming to us,
what is in store for me and you
if we do not see, change, keep in mind
that our actions are killing this world.
FROGS
Are a delight, that lightens up a few,
bringing a smile, a laugh, joy to you
who see the humour in what they do,
in their portrayal of man kinds character,
created by the hand of man - the actor,
The artisan who shows us ourselves.
We then set our frogselves on shelves.
B.J."A" 2
June 7th 2009
When the pressure in the atmosphere gets low,
I take in a breath deep and let it out slow,
My inbuilt barometer begins to work,
The pain in my ear surfaces with a smirk;
It is going to rain, my forecast is clear,
The drums have announced it loud, played by my ear,
Ouch! This low pressure is sure making me pay,
Keep the cotton ready, plug him out, I say;
I drink some water, grit my teeth and bear it,
It will take some time, but I shall soon be fit,
When the pressure in the atmosphere goes high,
My ear pain will be forgotten by and by.
08/29/17
(11 syllables per line)
Rain has a dancing feel
It brings me night crawlers
Who swivel around on warm pavement
Creeping out the weak
Delighting me
Rain has her own barometer
Measuring my happiness
Am I going to smack those mud puddles with pure joy
Or am I going to moan and groan as my car slides around?
I usually chose the mud puddles.
Rain smiles at this.
Rain keeps me young.
Others get out their umbrellas.
I stand under a tree, daring lightning to get me
Laughing when my hair is all wet, sticking out in worse directions.
Nothing makes me more real than rain.
Rain delights my grandchildren.
They run in it, jump in it
Their Big Wheel bicycle tires slip and slide on it.
They are reckless, and enthusiastic,
And when we are finished, we run in to have cookies
And listen to the marvelous sounds of God bowling.
You’re such a loving charmed romantic soul
Feeling so blessed to have you in my life
To tickle cuddle nibble and cajole
It's very endearing to be your wife
You turn each day to a celebration
Joy is our day to day barometer
You and I in it for the duration
Clutching to passion's thermometer
When chimes the melodic stroke of midnight
Light sparkles green for a delightful kiss
Appetite sweetly peckish for a bite
In your arms tender times to reminisce
Break open that chilled bottle of champagne
We have nothing but romance on the brain
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on July 7 2019 for contest BEST SONNET 2019 sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 5TH
ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
Atmospheric pressure’s training school
Anonymous board, equipped with fine tool
Teaches silently to everyone who under it sit
To handle pressure and still stay calm with it!
The massive ships bear it through the journey
The caulker, to make ships bear it, makes them sturdy
The little boy on the beach happily flies his kite
The balloons are zealous to make their flight
It gets low to create depressions
To manifest as cyclonic expressions
A robust training to tackle the uncertain
To stay strong and prepared with safety curtain!
When the barometer reads its level high
Weather is calm with a clear sky!
A message sent here is to stay clear of mind
When Situations are stressed and things unkind!
It turns its charming wand to bring rainy shower
And moisten the earth to clad it in verdant cover
In weather and climate changes, it has its major clout
To sustain every life here ,its role is immense no doubt
On Olives, Otters, Owls, birches
On Horses, Humans, Hoopoes on Perches
It acts on all evenly under the Sun
A lesson to stay impartial and just sparing none!
FOR CONTEST:ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
SPONSORED BY: SHADOW HAMILTON
Written on: 4th September 2017
We're in the midst of trump times and
We need to understand
That that individual in the White House
Is not a righteous man
He's all about division, discord
And disarray
And when a domestic terror act occurred
He did not have much to say
White nationalists staged a rally to keep
A confederate statue in place
No regard and no respect for any other
Ethnicity nor any other race
A group of anti- protesters were in a
Peaceful march as well
Until a nationalist in a car mowed them down
Causing utter hell
We're in trump times the country's
Moral barometer has done a reverse
We're in trump times trust and believe
It can only get worse
Threats against the North Koreans
Who are launching potential weapons to kill
Instead of using diplomacy
Trump wants to assert his will
On the precipice of what could
Possibly become world war 3
What should we do?
What are our spiritual strategies?
One, we would do well to accept
The invitation from Christ our Savior
To worship, witness and walk
With a Christlike behavior
We need God to remind us
That we are not alone
And never ever forget that its He
Who sits on the throne
God is in charge He's still in control
Hopefully He'll work on presidents
Trump and Kim Jong Un souls
Two, we need gather together in
Remembrance of He
Jesus the Christ who died
To give us the victory
To eat of the bread and drink of the wine
Remnants of His body and blood
To examine our own hearts
And acknowledge His unconditional love
To stay in touch with reality
To remember our past and our pain
Of the slavery that is still on American
A badge of shame
Let us never forget
what has come to pass
Let us never forget Jesus
and the love for us He has
For when we remember we reestablish
All truths and how they came to be
And no tweet will erase nor change
The true reality
Trump talks about fake news
But free press will prevail
As only free press stops a nation from
Becoming a dictatorship from hell
Spiritual strategies for trump times
We need to realize
We need to stay united
And keep our eyes on the prize
Let us never forget the blood
That was shredded and the sacrifice
Let us never forget that for our sins
Jesus gave His life
Let us look past skin color
And ignore race
Let us remember God
Who gave us His infinite
Mercy and Grace
Questions may often arise,
As to just how far they can reach?
Where the bonds between two may
Be tested, before they are able to teach.
Early on, it's seen through our childhood,
When we endlessly search for that elusive best friend.
While we playfully mimic our adult mentors,
Only to eventually see it all as pretend.
Delving deeper, there's a constant barometer,
Piercing to gauge one's level of loyalty.
And regardless of commitment or integrity,
It's easy to think that they confused it with royalty.
What is known about these binding influences,
Relies heavily upon the truth in between.
Such that these ties can be strengthened or weakened,
By what's believed and trusted pristine.
Can you truly love a rock,
you've never directly seen or touched,
or some other relatively inanimate object,
like a steel wall,
or ego-centrism?
If so, then how is your "love"
different from a whimsical "appreciate you"?
If not, then what is different between your "love"
and your "co-passions"?
Compassion,
passion with and toward,
but not passionate energy returned from Other
necessarily,
or, Yes! Necessarily!?
How do you know your love is also co-passion,
reiterated and returned,
however un-equivalently expressed it may be?
Is this not a matter of positive faith,
of unconditional co-invested hope?
That boundary-free time
between Other's stimulus
and your response,
before and after,
subjective anticipating felt objectives,
identity refined through co-relationship,
in an environ-mental healthy cause that is,
by effective default,
setting aside mutual immunity barriers,
to more courageously and opportunistically co-habitate,
curiously co-integrate,
co-passioning environ-mental love
Rather than fear, anger, anxiety, apathy,
all dissonance settings of negatively felt default,
oppressive to self,
suppressive of Other's natural integrity
Tipping pointed barometer
of active curiosity
toward positive values of win/win strategic opportunity
Edging out double-binding
mind/body
spirit/nature
ego/eco
Self/Other disvalues
of two passively negative non-risk takers,
hoarding against a co-passionate future
more contentedly resilient
than a contentious ally
of death-defying
Me v We
Yang v Yin
+PolyNomial v -(-PolyPathic) hopeless despair,
unpaired negativity.
I followed a raindrop to the sea
Ahead of the storm...following me!
Picked up the pace, to skirt disaster
Quick as I was, the storm was faster
The barometer with fervor fell
The wind danced like a dervish from hell
The thunder rolled and the lightning cracked
Hail descended and peppered my back
Rain ripped the tide and flooded the street
A monster bred from tropical heat
Kept running amok, seeking shelter
Then swam like a duck, helter skelter
A twister kissed me, cast me aloft
Then softly tossed me, towards well past soft
Ended up poolside, up in a tree...
With a beautiful view of the sea
A darker gray pours over the horizon,
Cold and wet with a wind to subdue.
Yet with it comes a shade of discomfort,
As if energy must begin a search for a clue.
The changes we all see have been so gradual,
Where to some, it's more like no change at all.
So while the weather slowly reaches new extremes,
Our carbon footprint is seen climbing the wall.
Now it appears most of the planet is cooperative,
Attempting to alter & curtail this unwanted event.
But there's always those few who stand defiantly,
Since their belief is, there's nothing to prevent.
The saddest part of this story is unyielding,
As status and greed are the glue to hold fast.
And as long as some can keep a vise-grip on the last
Oil well, they'll just happily reminisce of days past.
In spite of this, the rest of us know the day is coming,
When our future is defined by this remarkable change.
Giving pause to our legacy and survival,
If we're unable to create a fair exchange.