Long Forecasts Poems
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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
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Severe Weather Predictions...
Professedly Plagues Psyche
I do not watch, while
feigning to sip ale,
nor listen to Wail
ling Jennings poor
imitation by prophetic
local aborigines scent
ting ancestor trail,
while plucking their
Sing song ukulele
national anthem (tip towing
thru the dale
lie la of hybrid tulips)
hearty and hale
Climatological headlines,
more like a puffed up
magical dragon exhale
ling nothing boot hot air,
comprising a renown folk song,
and/or futuristic tall tale
that usually pre
dominate every airwave scale
ling the gamut of
every frequency 24/7, rail
ling dire warnings,
and no need prevails,
particularly for those
refusing to evacuate,
and become sitting targets
like quail caught
in the cross hair
for me to know
onset of biblical pro
portioned sized debacles
(since joblessness thy status,
cuz social security disability received),
but more pertinently
dire forecasts rarely manifest
into monster mashing maelstroms
case in point
being this predicted
"three sisters of all hurricanes"
Florence, Light
Ning, and Gale,
found this storm chaser
disappointed, cuz monstrous
banshee's utter deplorable show
ranked as utter dud at least
(in my book), they did fail
to wreak havoc
falling far short
to flatten every tree,
which limb mit
to flash flooding
minor inconvenience
forced every to sail
guy did by those freed from jail.
Winter roars back,
May slips from view,
April has lost its anchor
in these storm tossed sky’s.
Songbirds scrabble under
canopies still too thin
for cover.
None look up but huddle
in puffer jackets recently stowed.
It snowed all day,
now the wind is shoveling daffodils
out of the soggy earth.
Mice nibble roots
brought up from old larders.
House cats glare from frosted windows,
bare feet wrap themselves in wooly
Christmas gifts.
When May arrives it will find us
defending slowly melting igloos.
Water is filtered through strong drink.
Fortunately, we have almanacs
and long range forecasts
so the present need for handmade arks
may not be necessary.
AH! POLICY ...
Politicians mock politicians
Democracy groans every day
and the people vote without thinking!
WEATHER FORECASTS
Rain comes, heat stifles,
unpredictable phenomena
predictions always fail
ON THE MARKET ON THE STOCK EXCHANGE
On the market, on the stock exchange
despair, euphoria... analysts
They only get it right when they get it wrong...!
OVERVIEW OF FAITH
Hanging by a thread
surviving hard times
balancing on a tightrope!
P E T S
House animals
pure, innocent happiness
happiness goes viral with them
HAPPINESS !
When we are lost
the greatest happiness consists
find our way back!
OH IF IT WERE POSSIBLE!
How extraordinary it would be!
how wonderful it would be,
old be young again!
Good morning! Hear ye these forecasts so sure:
Today, we greet a cloudy disclosure
expressing to us “no-sun” exposure…
let’s bask under heavenly rays’ pleasure
thanking God for rainy weather’s pressure
to welcome great blessing-showers' treasure
abundant for sharing beyond love's measure.
Tomorrow, we can get out from barracks
unmindful of distress-scorching attacks
midst sunny mood toward camp with back packs
full of delicious and nutritious snacks
to be relaxed from storm-hit service tracks
oblivious of thunder’s deterring knacks…
By the way, be warned of alarm clocks’ cracks.
Next week, we continue our journey flight
since climate is so well before our sight
let’s keep on doing what is good and right
exalting the Lord, braced by faith’s delight
worshipping Him midst fair weather* day light
then praying before a sound sleep at night…
This is your funny forecaster, leaving you love’s might.
*Job 37:22 Fair weather cometh out of the north: with God is terrible majesty.
March 20, 2022
(Light verse Poem in Rhyme Form)
Edited on October 6, 2023
Will it rain today, or will sun break through?
Will it snow, or be stifling hot instead?
The willy weather drives our plans askew,
But why are we so ruled by fear and dread?
We have umbrellas, coats to beat the rain,
Jumpers and layers to keep out the chill.
Hats for shade from the blast of hot sun pain
Shelter within to shield from the wind's din.
But oft we forgo our fun, made forlorn
By forecasts renowned as fickle and flawed
Make excuses, stay in doors, day unborn
When donning clothes could beat off the threat fraud.
You look so stylish dressed for bad weather
In you hat, feather, scarf, coat and leather.
The mean temperature for January two thousand and six (thus far)
noticeably above the norm for this time of year
prognosticators foretell various forecasts per this third planet from the star
which inhabitants upon Mother Earth burden of responsibility must bear
billions of people wanton pollutants ratchet up barometric millibar
dialing up greenhouse effect, which serious scenario scientists fear
correlation from profligate offal ways traced from freed genie in the jar
no longer stretch of imagination affects mankind did sear
since day of reckoning whence Prometheus set stage for war
pitting mankind against Gaia messages we fail to hear.
Stream of Karnafully river flowing in calm heart
No factory dust contaminating now its bard
I'm crossing the lane of flying birds, city to city
Everyday the sky forecasts death serials without key
Police stoppage for me, staying home alive safe first
But after crossing GEC circle thought I overcome virus
Oh, the pregnant body of wind conceives nCoV-19 well
Hearing the whistle the nose smells toxic odor of corpse
No pollution now in chaste body of nature
In reliefs allotment growing up thief character
More dead skeletons mountain of earth will kiss the sky
Maybe shocking tears of the river will hold obituaries eye
17.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
It's been a little and some more
Since i seen the sea
As the tide was out upon
my previous visitation
So i left without the smell of
salty air stimulating my sensibilities
Until i had to convince myself i
was actually there in the first place
So stupid me i filled a glass with
half water then half salt beside
my bedroom table
And smeared my face with coconut
butter sun cream
In the hope i would remember
what the sea looked and smelt
like
To tide myself over till the
next time
Blackpool isn't clouded over
by the north western light's
of Southport
And i can remember what life
actually feels and tastes like
Before the ghosting mist and
fog obscured the view
Oh windmill stationary blowing
forlorn out to Irish sea
Shipping Forecasts
3 Legs of Man
I wonder if Jan is looking back
in nostalgic contemplation as
am i
In the middle of the darkest night,
I make a surprisingly large sight.
In a boundless appearance in times.
Mercifully fleeting, swirling, and patterned climbs;
Swift, laborious, and icy blasts;
And horrible in some places that are forecasts.
I constantly change with the site,
Never the same but always a sight.
With moving wind and howling sound,
Bringing a low climate close to freezing ground,
Covering the land in a pristine blanket of glistening
Snow. Some snuggle indoors in comfort, not listening.
I am never alone. My frosty white mornings bring
Tranquil calmness to those and countless creatures to spring
As I embrace. Then silence is broken with the sound.
Of the crunching footsteps. On the frost-covered ground.
With the energy of nature and the activities of human fun,
I host a unique universe of life under the sun.
I am Winter, a magic in a world of great wonder.
Engaging and entertaining, ladening life snowed under.