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A storm is brewing, I fear, of unprecedented magnitude.
The storm in mind is not one related to the weather;
Nonetheless, entities and objects of interest are already being cast about and displaced. None should be surprised, because the forecast has been clear as crystal.
The warning of lightning has been firing up the skies of indifference and self-seeking for years. The massive sounds of rolling thunder have been shaking up the familiar cultures, but the masses have been too busy thriving and surviving to investigate what is behind the noises.
The reliable forecasters, the prophets and seers, both true and false ones, fear for the worse. Still, most of us see no evil and fear no evil. The attitude is such that whatever happens, like always before, we shall rebuild and live on as usual.
Too many of us believe only what we have been told, not realizing that the usual ways of living is about to fold. Too many of us think that the game is one of checkers or chess, not realizing that the real game is dominoes.
Yes, the storm is brewing.
Humpty dumpty is about to fall;
But there’s still hope for us all;
God is always waiting for us to call
04152016 PS Contest, A Storm Is Brewing,
By Kelly Deschler
Unsatiable an ode to my harmony
quenching mundane in simplicity
light and shadow overshadowing forecasters to me
lighthearted, unmindful, a gentle breeze in subtlety
Daylong awaits I long alone lingering only for a chime
Whence omniscience harbinger of altruism
reasons to be
pristine in me
until then pulcher bits and beauty flying over the mundane me
yonder to ponder a journey due for the impeccable time in glum and glee
A splendor, a dew, a timelessness early droplet, an everlasting cosmology
in my patsy to see, to be, to sing in harmony!
Composition : 1912
Place : Shilaidaha
discovered primacy birthright
(i.e. revanchist deeded sic - seeded),
what "she," viz Mother Nature
felt tubby "her" right,
bar no holds Gaia
pulled out all stops
punishingly ravaged North Carolina
mercilessly didst wring
havoc bore out flooding
and proved accurate "NON
FAKE" fervent devout
alarmist theologians
appropriating weather forecasters dire
prediction as doomsday message
fore taste testing, telling, and texting
presaging Armageddon authored
by cosmic playwright,
whence global pulverizing,
savaging, and torturing spite
fully sucker punching
swing, perhaps indicative dire strait
(a hunch from this topflight
atheist) posits ultraright
religionists possibly ascribe
divine creator a bit uptight.
Anticlimactic mood after February 18th, 2021 snow storm subsided
I hate spoiler alert
regarding weather forecasters prediction,
especially when meteorologist
wannabe spouse doth blurt
out impending blizzard
which never materializes.
Yours truly humbled and enamored
when Mother Nature
singly and/or nsync with old man winter
looses propensity to wreak havoc
and/or blankets landscape
I fondly think back
remembering '96 storm of the century.
At that time January 1996
me and the missus timesharing
Shawnee on the Delaware
ardently striving, yet
unsuccessful conceiving Blizzard Baby.
Now far beyond procreative age,
(though I wistfully envisage
begetting another progeny -
simultaneously stretching credulity
to breaking point)
all things considered
exhaustion would peter out
after capitulation of divining rod
necessitating lifetime to recoup energy.
Bound within figurative four walls
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania domicile
courtesy appreciable snowfall,
I direct energy crafting poem.
Yours truly will actually
refrain comestibles despite feeling hungry -
lest metabolism to digest food
decreases potential alertness,
and full belly finds me
ready able and willing
to doze immediately into deep slumber.
Hungry stomach in tandem
with eventful weather
sends surge of giddiness
coursing thru body electric
crackling, popping, and snapping
(while O Captain My Captain)
came to witty man (me) suddenly
enervating with poignant pregnant expectancy
papa pondering his empty nest syndrome
analogously attempting to offset void
coaxing poem into existence
unsure how literary endeavor
(mine) will thrive
amidst well suited
panoply of prolific writers,
whose unseen fingers
hop lightly and gracefully
across qwerty computer keyboard
akin to heavy armed soldiers
with fearlessness and deliberation
heading off to war to acquire poetic license.
Meanwhile chafed knuckles
of one garden variety primate
previously scraping along tundra
(methinks I espy frozen Mastodon)
(before twenty first century caveman
learned to stand erect)
endeavors to strike letter combinations
eliciting, facilitating, and generating
enticing curb appeal.
Freely forming metrical mainstays
poetic occasion to phrase
the fairer and gentler sex,
thus the following turns of phrase
to bestow acknowledgement
regarding wonderful wise ways
of collective she who assays
to create safe/secure home/ hearth
as bedrock and fount of ample
maternal duties tiredly sashays
with keeping house receiving praise
the second Sunday each May, her
tired body sprawled on chaise
lounge, perhaps basking in solar rays
communing with Gaia, who whiz
bruiting with sky goddess
defying forecasters prediction, no slate grays
pose dampening effect on huzzahs
regaling torchbearer diploid as amaze
zing newlife, where loving labor pays
more than fine spun gold cherishing
offspring in her nurturing ways.
Paean dutiful daily deference, I dole
ensconced with pineapple getup
surfing the cyber sea, this hyperbowl
lee, yet deserved dignity deifying dames,
who bear brunt whole
ding potent biological reproductive role
de facto duty honorably decreed
tribute paid despite commercialized
money making hyped up rigamarole,
nonetheless yours truly accentuates sole
sans, progenitor of human race
saddled with disproportionate/ unfair toll.
Into each life some rain must fall
But this is bloody ridiculous
Folks on the corner are building an ark
Their workmanship is quite fastidious
They seem to know something is up
Like a scary upcoming event
Hasn't stopped raining for about a month
Sometimes gets really intense
Not used to this miserable rainy weather
Where the heck did winter go?
These dismal skies can be so depressing
What we need is piles of snow
Whoa is me, I'm sounding like Eeyore
I repeat, this is bloody ridiculous
I used to be such a happy old soul
The gods have become unscrupulous
© Jack Ellison 2013
The forecasters are predicting 55°F today... this Canada in January!!!
What's up with that???
Cold front brings August respite
upon cusp of autumn quite
natural palliative to forget monetary plight
relieving spate of dog days of summer
seasonal crisp balm appeared overnight
evidenced of late by Jeeves
cool temperatures at night
temporarily bumping ugly
global warming with moonlight
sonata courtesy mother nature
perfect bonfire weather courtesy lignite
kept burning chaste cheerful pro bono
strong arm moored Sir Lancelot knight
sinewy physique, muscularly lean
apropos appellation applied Jack Lite
doubling up as Jack Frost
i.e. old man winter based
on Farmer's almanac
forecasters, who possess
sixth sense insight
predicting harsh winter, yeah right
as if standing atop shoulders of giants
towering, rivaling, overshadowing...
Jack and beanstalk re: fabulous height
seedy tale Aesop pose ghostwrite
ten and/or retold by Flora Annie Steel
fanciful imaginative flight
first appeared as The Story to delight
kids all ages of Jack Spriggins and
the Enchanted Bean in 1734 quite
similar to goose that laid golden egg
wishful thinking miniature
cogs and wheels spin
furiously at midnight
fantasizing escaping out
maws o' penury plight
accepting hand to mouth existence
experiencing pleasant distraction
as fall weather doth excite
reminding me seasonal change
could kindle potential playwright
within, which storyline outright
fabrication trumpeting rich mogul
comprising make believe webbed world
frees yours truly 24/7 nightmarish fright
one forlorn bummer groveling along...
holding transformative amulet tight
precious stone of malachite
imparting deep energy cleaning,
bringing healing powers that
powers love delight.
I saw a thousand things today
powerless to impact but in little way
millions of children no meal will eat
but we can't decide upon which treat
There is no water to drink that's clear
weapons and bullets so many have fear
the leaders of religions their children molest
praise their God and commit incest
Against this system so many swear
to effect its changes way to few dare
cars and houses with sensual delight
clouds that clarity to do what's right
Countless lives passed through history
too many cannot define it's mystery
bodies rocking their prayers to the wind
wondering when will their suffering end
Those that are weak the predators prey
using excuse that they are built that way
Babylon rides the back of the Beast
we have been deceived from greatest to least
Even those who carry the true Gods name
have put the teaching of Jesus to shame
they have put good for evil and evil for good
accuse those who tell truth that its falsehood
Twenty thousand children one religion confess
fathers and elders with rape cause duress
the numbers are too miniscule I fear
this number is only two continents I hear
With pleasure and entertainment buried our mind
but our choice and voice our actions define
politicians and merchants and news forecasters
religious leaders whose influence are masters
But the finest teacher of recorded time
confessed the Truth taught what's divine
asked all mankind to consider his word
till your decisions and choices prove you've heard
The finest qualities displayed among men
could all them be found in him
yet not one among man have I found
the depth of him can equal abound
No life has any true power
without its commitment to good in its hour
I saw a thousand things in my mind today
like a moving picture on permanent display
Matthew 12:3-21 15:1-20
Matthew 23
Jude 1: 12-15
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Climate Change
David J Walker
I
A teacher we know
died suddenly
or so
it seemed
and
It seemed
as if it were
a dream
unfulfilled
The climate in schools
Is changing
II
Forecasters gathered
in convocations
and manifestations
to explain away
a rainy day
that never came
predictions changed
the next day
anyway
the climate of clouds
is changing
III
I remember the promises
made
at the rallies and
and debates
by candidates
who can’t wait
to give back
give or take
factor X
the climate of politics
is changing
IV
We are expanding
said the astronomer
but people disbanding
listened to
their astrologer
because they say they preferred
the mystic word from
those who
would tell them
what they wanted
to hear
for a hundred dollars
a session
the climate of the universe
is changing
Automotive experts clearly agree
Driverless cars are the thing for you and me
How did they arrive at this brilliant conclusion?
Perhaps by illusion or via delusion
Perhaps by a bit of Malthusian confusion
--All I know is it leaves me in deep disillusion
Yo, Honda Corp, Mr. Yamada, did you ask me about it?
Yo, Nissan Corp, Mr. Saikawa, do you think that I tout it?
Yo, Toyota Corp, Mr. Toyoda, can't we live without it?
Yo, Subaru Corp, Mr. Nakamura, why don't you doubt it?
The 'cool corporations' want driverless tech
Not one of them is willing to stick out his neck
Yelling like heck:
"I want my independence
I want my freedom
Whatever sights can be seen
I want to see'm!"--
Not sit in the backseat fiddling with a device
While the bot in the driver's seat ignores his advice
America's highways and byways, her mountains and valleys
Lo, her fields and her meadows, her side streets and alleys
Were meant to be driven, meant to be seen
--Not merely imaged on a tiny phone screen
"See the USA in your Chevrolet
America's the greatest land of all" (Dinah Shore, TV ad, 1950's-60's)
Keep humans in the driver's seat
Spring, Summer and Fall
--Don't slow this country's love affair with the auto to a crawl.
So, all you pundits of prescience, prediction, precision
You fearless-faced forecasters of science-less fiction
Before you commit me and my friends
To a future none of us desires
~ Think twice: Cars may just lose all their buyers