Long Groundhog day Poems
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Both Punxsutawney Phil
And local Staten Island Chuck
Saw their shadows which, on Groundhog Day,
Means we are out of luck.
It seems that winter will be here
For 6 more weeks, at least,
If you believe predictions made
By this forecasting beast.
Supposedly, this got its start
When Pennsylvania Dutch
Marked Candlemas as “Badger Day”
And it remained as such
Since 1886, when if
A badger left its den
And sunshine cast its shadow,
Spring would not be seen again
For 4 more weeks (though now it’s 6),
Which might cause disbelief;
Though with this cold, an ending date
Would be a great relief!
Is everybody ready for that lying little rodent
to crawl out of his hole and predict an early Spring.
It doesn't matter what that liar says.
He's not a meteorologist, he doesn't know a thing.
Groundhogs are the center of attention,
expected to predict the next six weeks.
You might as well just flip a coin
because " he doesn't know of what he speaks".
I think this year we should ignore them.
Find something else to keep us amused.
Pretend you don't care what they predict.
Let their little egos finally get bruised.
I'm tired of these groundhog's promises,
be it Winter or Spring on which we rely.
Every year they make their predictions
and every year they damn well lie.
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Beneath the oak’s gnarly boughs,
a squirrel puffs his furry brows.
He stands upon his hindmost toes
and clears his throat—then strikes a pose.
‘tis February 2d, and he’s perched so proud,
On fence post high, he squints at clouds.
No winter's end! he chirps with glee~
A squirrel convinced that he's Phil.
Listen! he decrees,I’m more than a treetop thief
I am the Seer! The Weather Chief!
Behold my shadow—short or tall—
I prophesize for one and all!
The groundhogs just scoffed, You’re a joke!
A squirrel can't predict—what a bloke!
Your tail's far too puffed,
Your logic is stuffed—
The other squirrels ignored his act,
too busy burying things intact.
Yet Phil persisted, year by year,
a furry fraud who had no fear.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
Like the movie, “Groundhog Day”.
This doctor, that doctor, another -
Tomorrow repeat, and replay.
My daughter cradles her arm
And rocks back and forth in her chair.
It’s rheumatoid arthritis today
That brings us for medical care.
She needs new pain medication,
Bi-polar meds must be changed.
Her myasthenia gravis means
An eye operation’s arranged.
How do you cope with so much
When you knows there isn’t a cure?
It wasn’t a choice that you made.
You simply have to endure.
You live for the days that are better
And try to enjoy without sorrow,
Though you know there’ll always be
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.
(a double Memento form)
Midway between the Equinox
of winter and the spring
appears
a prophet most unorthodox.
For weather, Phil's the king
of seers.
He lives on food you'd feed a dog,
each winter has one goal:
to sleep.
But February this small "hog,"
awakes and leaves his hole
to peep!
And though there be no clouds, no rain,
his shadow's something bad
to see!
Into his hole he goes again. . .
For six weeks, winter-clad
we'll be.
But if no shadow should he make,
oh joy! Above the ground
he'll stay.
And no one cares if Phil's a fake.
The critter is renowned
this day!
"American Grafitti" took me back again to High School in the 1960's
"Back to the Future's" nifty hot rod took me back in time and almost left me!
"City Slickers" took me way out west, to rustle cows and ride a horse
"Da Vinci's" code, did not bode well, the Vatican did not endorse!
"E. T. " turned out to be my friend, we peddled bikes far past the moon
"Forrest Gump" shared my lunch, and shared his chocolate just past noon
"Groundhog Day" is darn confusing, is it Monday or is it Tuesday?
"Hannibal" is one cruel dude,..........he sharpens teeth so he can chew me!!
"I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry" invited me to toast their wedding
"Jaws" invited me to take a swim! Those who did, were soon regretting!
"King Kong", was one poor ape who climbed too high for past mistakes,
"Lincoln" had too much at stake, but ended war between the states
"Mummy 1" and "Mummy 2" made me cry for Mommy,...PLEASE!
"No Country for Old Men"...but young dudes look, and want to leave!
"O' Brother Where Are Thou?" escaped their chains to play like Ringo
"Psycho's" bathtubs scare me silly, my next motel will be Flamingo's
"Quarantine" because I'm sick? If I stay in bed, they call me lazy
"Rosemary's Baby"...yikes that kid? Babysit....?? Are you crazy?
"Superman" claimed that he could help me, but flew away with no advice
"Titanic" hit a piece of ice, (that Superman was not so nice!)
"Unforgiven" (now is Superman)...Clint Eastwood is the slicker guy
"Valkyrie"'s plot has thickened...Let's all poke Hitler in the eye!
"When Harry Met Sally" I was jealous....her cafe' scene has made me blush
Xanadu had me roller skating.......racing faster, while I'm dating
"Young Sherlock Holmes" was just a kid, I kid you not, he met his Watson
"Zoolander" 's slacks were Cuban made.. I borrowed some and they were awesome!
(and I'm exhausted!)
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For Cyndi's exhausting ABC contest!! Whew!
The row of hydro flasks standing proud on seminar desks,
The red splat outside the door of our flat made
Coz they wouldn't let me put my pressure cooker into venting mode in the kitchen.
Venting mode is what my flatmates are switched to coz of my mess one day,
But the next they are chuckling
'Bout how I mopped without getting the crud off the floor.
It is knocking on each others' doors with our fists when sober,
Flopping in when drunk.
It is thinking, wow, since my flatmate won't date me,
Her boyf must be a real hunk.
University is the range of washing up liquid colours
And the cluster of tomatoey scran in the freezer,
But also Groundhog Day with linguistics lecturers asking us
What we call a bread roll and how we say ‘bath’.
When will I wash it all off?
Mother
Yes,
You are a spiteful drunk
So what does that make me?
Your *****
Your punk
I can never tell
Is this you talking
Or merely the drink
And tilt your face please
You know your wine breath stinks
Hit out all you want
If you think it still hurt's
That ship's long sailed
Long before my patience failed
As round and round
Groundhog day comes around
And the bottles klink
And into addiction your sanity sinks
And you and I
Both pretend
That this is normal
And we are OK
But Hey
Dad said life is ****
Married to it
So better make the best of it
Because it is not going to change
At least not in our lifetime
Since 1886 thousands of people have been traveling to Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania every Groundhog Day to see if they’re in for 6 more weeks of winter or if spring is on its way.
Yesterday Phil the groundhog saw his shadow on his special day…predicting 6 more weeks of winter is about to head our way.
A fun fact: the German’s brought this tradition with them to America with one slight contradiction…In Europe they looked to hedgehogs for their end of winter prediction.
But they couldn’t find hedgehogs in Pennsylvania and, at first, were unsure what to do…
until they noticed Phil and his abundance of relatives and thought…groundhogs will do.
Since then every year people gather in Punxsutawney anticipating the news about their clime…it doesn’t matter to them that Phil’s gets it right only 39% of the time.
I mean come on people if you’re really want to know what nature has in store…turn on the your TV set...that’s what Doppler radar’s for!
No, we tune in to Punxsutawney on Groundhog day not for the magic but the mystique.
because in a world that’s constantly changing it is tradition that we seek.
In a world that’s moving not always in the direction we would like….but always much too fast…we return to our traditions and our ceremonies that remind us of our past.
Perhaps in Phil we see a simpler time, with less responsibilities and woe
when all we had to worry about was the an early spring or a little more winter snow.
As for me I don’t care if Phil is some kind of climate prodigy or if he’s not a weather whiz
Because I live in Florida and in Florida…no matter what Phil sees…
we have no idea what winter is.
February second - requires one
with acute hearing to cock, and ear
turnips tickling the nose nostrils
delicate hairs (instagram ideal outlook) subtly,
markedly, lively..., yet gently flair
soon harkening shrieks
of delightful analogous funfair
no stranger to Renaissance Faire
of pitch perfect gamesomeness
will seem as... otherworldly pleasant
ah heaven sent giftware,
where all creatures great and small
sing psalms, upon arrival when hardware
trappings of winter shucked witnessing
unrolled welcome Scottish mat so hare
and tortoise can race,
cuz vernal equinox, sports a linkedin
improvisational, ebulliently
educational, cerebral, audiological...
twittering melange I will hear,
and grateful no defect doth impair
ability to revel silence, slake, soak...
insatiable thirst even prodding junketeer,
panhandler, vendor...
the last named,
perhaps selling kitchenware
knicknacks, keepsakes...
to hippies (think yours truly)
with long wavy hair
interwoven with Kahila
Garden Lily, Laurel, Maidenhair...
profusion of sensual delight
brings Mother Earth near,
the body, mind, and soul
espying frolicsome *****sapiens
donned with minimal outerwear
infusing all living things
common native plants and animals
in conjunction with resident outlier
particularly those pining
to answer call of the wild overdare
ring and bee zee lee court'n prepare
ring to beget young as
singular requisite quintessential profiteer
fluttering, instagramming emoji,
sans shutterfly puppeteer
as audience visually already reddit
regarding acting entire scenes,
viz Biblical Genesis answering prayer
particularly if gnostic, heterodox, *****...,
finally relieved, sans polar vortex
albeit somewhat rare
atmospheric phenomena, how ideal
if said rabid Jack Frost
would sink icy bite - part
and parcel green gang
at much more favorably time reappear
during oppressive heat spell during
sweltering triple digits temperature
summer re: time of year.