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Sandwiches perched on plate, remote control in one hand,
he settles heavily on comfy couch as the TV goes alive.
A sweet and sexy voice cuts in the heavy atmosphere;
“Weather forecast: Now we move to the tropical depression….”
He’s alert; eyes are held by slim fit skirt and moulding top.
“…menacing our island. This is the zone of low pressure…”
With extraordinary care, he arranges the plate on the table and tries to listen.
But eyes are riveted to the waves of graceful movement as she stretches her arm and walks on needle sharp heels to indicate some drawings on the map. He flinches.
Her words fall on buzzing ears “...atmospheric pressure tends to intensify…”
The pressure in the living room is intensifying as she goes on
with a killing smile, as if it is the greatest joy of the world for her to declare
“…from 1007 to 1004 hectopascal, in the next 24 hours….”
“What’s that?... What pascal??....” he is irritated.
“Oh! Why does it have to be young women like her doing this?”
“…which will be sustained with gust of wind of 60 to 61 kms per hour…” she goes on facing the camera boldly.
Her blouse is too tight on her breasts…
He swears in an attempt to diminish her power over him and scoffs her knowledge…
His ego is shaken and a voice inside his head warns
“Fool...Learn some more on atmospheric pressure to understand weather forecast!”
Still, her coy smiles are suffocating, he sweats and eyes her hungrily.
Feverish eyes search for her name at the bottom of the screen.
Not bad….he gives a devilish grin: She is the next!
20 Aug 2017
No doubt an Eskimo as fabulous breeze
feeling in their element with style, elan
while snacking on crackers and cheese
this spate of bitter cold doth not seem to ease
as Arctic air blast (oh riff you prefer Polar Vortex)
submerged much of the nation
in what feels like absolute zero,
and no matter the appellation,
the outdoors analogous to being in a deep freeze
brings state of emergency (designated as Code Blue
from drain on bare necessities sans:
energy, food, general habiliments
unable to traverse frozen waterways
obstructing tankers access
to key shipyards, thus imposing
engines of society (Mother Nature decreed
harshly lashed pact with ole man winter)
asper bitter cold temperatures
gripping sizable chunk of United States,
where one step outside induces chattering class
to shiver from hypothermia,
and scant number of minutes will witness rigor mortis
evinced by knocked knees
whereat authoritative figures strongly advise
(nee require) every person to stay home
lest (if heedless) within seconds
their body electric will seize
from unseen large area of low pressure
and cold air surrounds both of Earth's poles
chastising anyone foolish enough
to risk life or limb, thus take a page
from hibernating bears playbook,
and stay under warm covers
collecting countless z's!
Today I awaken to a thick black cloud
Low pressure is heavy on my head
To wake up to such a dismal day
How I yearn for the sunshine instead
For me the sun will shine again
I know that this will happen
For my dearest brother and his dear wife
This thick black cloud is here for life
For even when the sun does shine
A thick black cloud hangs overhead
Alzheimer’s disease is there all the time
As it worms its way deep inside her head
It breaks my heart to see her decline
From a loving mother and wife
She now needs help to continue living
Alzheimer’s affects the whole family’s life
On rising each day my brother must have
pressure crushing down hard on his head
the blackest, darkest, heaviest cloud
such trepidation for the day that’s ahead
Unable to express his deepest thoughts
He gets on with his life instead
But cannot hide the sadness in his eyes
his feelings he seems to internalize
Of course this disease is in his head too
No escaping the carnage arising
He cannot ignore, for in front of his eyes
is this evil disease, he is truly despising
One day I pray his sun will arise
As slowly it removes all pain from his eyes
But of course this will mean his dear wife will have gone
To a much kinder place where her soul will live on
Written for my dearest brother and sister-in-law
25th November 2018
1st Place
Contest Name STRAND CHOICE
Sponsor Brian Strand
Atmosphere stratified over billions of years
Envelopes the Earth with protective layers
Saves lives from harmful cosmic radiation
Controls the climate and weather variation
Burns meteorites before they become curse
So the Earth doesn’t turn into another Mars.
Mountain peaks pierce invisible atmosphere
Air pressure decreases up the gradient there
Breathlessness sets in with oxygen depletion
Climber’s heart struggles albeit in jubilation
Clouds spiral in cyclonic low-pressure trough
Pour as rain and snow swept by winds rough.
Let the depressed life climb the mountain high
Rise over dreary atmosphere to touch the sky
Reach euphoria stratum where pressure is low
Enliven weathered life leaving the agony below
Ecstasy clouds will suffuse the mind at elevation
Drizzle in your soul as the shower of exaltation.
December 30, 2021
Contest : Weather
Sponsor : Angela Tune
Today was no different from any other,
Yet for some reason I felt sad and depressed.
It began just fine and seemed pretty normal,
When all of a sudden, a dark cloud overcame me and I was stressed.
So I immediately looked to how this storm developed,
Bringing all this anxiety and worry in its crest.
And while I've never claimed to be a weatherman,
I can see high and low pressure systems, with the best.
My review and analysis then began to show me,
Where the fair weather was about to rapidly change.
It was initially far off and in the distance,
To the point that I didn't feel it was all that strange.
This is where my ignorance would fail to recognize,
Just how fast the environment can morph and surprise.
So now I'm filling bucketfuls that overflowed retention,
While stopping a flood of tears, so I can depressurize.
Atmosphere stratified over billions of years
Envelopes the Earth with protective layers
Saves the life from damaging solar radiation
Controls the climate and its spatial variation
Burns meteorites or asteroids on their course
So the Earth doesn’t become another Mars.
Mountain peaks pierce invisible atmosphere
Air pressure becomes less and less up there
Clouds surge sink slow in low-pressure trough
Descend as rain and snow with winds rough
The air becomes thin with oxygen depletion
Climber’s heart struggles albeit in jubilation.
Let life lying low become the mountain high
Rise over dreary atmosphere to touch the sky
Reach the stratum where the pressure is low
You will unburden life leaving the load below
Ecstasy clouds would enter mind at elevation
Melt in your heart as rain of blissful exaltation.
August 25, 2017
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
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My room, the suite, seemed too small.
I felt like I’d been in my room forever.
I’d developed a scratchy sense of stuckness
and a fresh, itchy awareness of dust particles
floating in the stifling, still air that made me
want to stop breathing in so much.
But I didn’t, categorically, have the energy
to get up and focusing seemed like a lot of effort.
I had a big midterm test, first thing this morning
and it laid me to waste, mentally. I think I did well
but it was a feat. Whenever I feel lifeless and weak,
I start to fear I’m coming down with something.
But then, everyone’s tired. The suite seems unnaturally
quiet, as if no one even has the energy to command
our ever-listening AI to play a playlist, so silence
ruled by exhausted default. It’s as if a low-pressure area had
descended to hold off a brush of refreshing ozone and rain.
Could I rouse my posse of symbiotic sort-of siblings
for an outing somewhere - like Toad’s bar - just across the street?
My door was open, so I called out, rather weakly, “Let’s go out!”
Someone, (Lisa sprawled out on the red corduroy couch?)
groaned listlessly from the common area. “My treat!” I updogged.
Five minutes later, it was showers all around. I love a good shower.
A shower’s where I ponder over the big questions, because
answers seem to come quickly there. I imagine I’d be wise
beyond words if I had a house with a waterfall running through it,
like one of those amazing, Frank Loid Wright masterpieces.
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Songs for this:
The Duke Is Gone by Chuck Senrick
Cannock Chase by Labi Siffre
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.
EYE DISCONNECT
i’ve always been drawn
to eyes — a smorgasbord of colors
but that’s not what i see
i drift beyond what most can tap into
the shroud of evidence
the red rivers
a canal lock
bulging, ready to burst
the big bang
the upsurge of rage
shocking severance
the world in ethereal mist
the feel of goosebumps —
a spirit throws a sodden blanket,
arctic cold around shoulders
shuddering teeth like ice picks
wincing of pinched nerve ending
but she’s like a statue of Mother Teresa
They whisper...whissss…
“She’s so calm.”
“So strong.”
“A saint in her circumstance.”
But the Spirit tells me, “See… Feel...her.”
Through her eyelids, I wander, not for myself
but for the gift of God,
I touch her arm, I ask
with godly inflection
“How are you?”
and her heart stirs…
...the high and low pressure mixes
...quite like a cold engine whirring to start
elephantine tears, wrinkled and gray,
splatter...her trunk collapses
and God collects the sudden stream into a cloud
for no bottle can hold this torrent of weeping
others walk away, afraid, embarrassed, imposters
a dove turns into pure comfort
a solid hand of flesh
a form strong enough to hold her up
she rests in the Spirit of the love of God
i see a smorgasbord of colors
she smiles
12/28/2018