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Groundhog Day derives from a Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if the groundhog emerges from his burrow on February 2nd and sees his shadow due to clear weather, it will return back into his den and winter will persist for six more weeks. However, if he emerges and does not see his shadow due to cloudiness, the spring season will arrive early. So for 2018, on Groundhog Day, "Will he or will he not see his shadow?" Following the lines of the seemingly illogical, I forecast that on Feb. 2nd it will be cloudy, and Mr. Groundhog will not see his shadow. Thus, spring will arrive early this year. That whole groundhog thing doesn't make sense to me, but I do believe that spring is coming early in 2018. I'm thinking that the snow, ice, mudslides, sub-zero temperatures and the like will have lost their punch by mid to late March.
I forecast that although there will be lots of devastating tornadoes this spring, they will be totally upsetting but not so record-breaking. Although there might be a selfie or two of someone with an approaching funnel cloud in the distance, there will be fewer lives lost due to more shelters being built and improved warning systems.
The 2017 hurricane season was unusual and is unlikely to repeat itself. The hurricanes picked their paths and packed a powerful punch. I forecast tamer and fewer hurricanes during the 2018 season. I don't think that mother nature is angry with us, nor am I certain that the 2017 season was indicative of the wrath of God as some seem to believe. He has plenty of reasons to be, but I don't think that our Maker is angry with us.
The temperatures will continue to be higher in general. The fire season will be normal to slightly above normal relative to the intensity and multiple outbreaks. Also, I suspect that people will make better adjustments regarding their environment relative to forestation.
Our prayer should be that there be less spring rain. In some parts of the country, if the heavy snowpacks begin to melt combined with heavy rains, that could be catastrophic. It would be a perfect storm for massive flooding. I anticipate more flooding in 2018 especially in the mid-western and eastern states as a result of the heavy snows this winter. May God forbide the perfect storm.
01172018PS Contest, Weather Forecast 2018, Viv Wigley; 3P
By the wayside
A story-teller charms;
Exquisite tale of old
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Path of uncertainty
Change springs a cast;
Innovative ideas hurl
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Loiter and linger
Upon these lonely shores;
Waves crash the beach
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Listen for a glimpse
From unknown scenes;
Mellow music hints
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Heavy mall traffic
Sea of faces swirling;
Waiting the sales kill
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Bus number 197
Double decker sighted;
Bound for Alexandra Village
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Bazaar book stall
Old leftover tomes;
Weathered lessons await
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Talk of war again
Outbreaks somewhere again;
Spirits rebellious
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This weary world riddled
Such fiery war-mongering;
Profit for the arms trade
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If you must ask
You do not know;
Poetry wears intent well
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Dreamy dispositions
Watch the falling rain;
Cold clearance coming
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Leon Enriquez
12 November 2014
Singapore
etherial entities, Elsewhere and Elsewhen
less than omnipotent but exceeding their parts
abide in Netherverse, universal children
intertwining potentials conceive child of their arts
a difficult birth through a point of positions
with a breath of inflation our Cosmos survives
face lights up with symmetry breaking transitions
a familiar fine face in the microwave skies
expanding bubble within a where-when ocean
two-way quantum cuddles along the interface
to us, top and bottom, a confusing commotion
to Cosmos, it's all around, warm parents embrace
and Cosmos communicates with siblings and friends
beyond overlapping membranes down massive black holes
at centres of galaxies where light bends and bends
re-meeting and greeting wild oceanic shoals
an ocean of learning, an endless becoming
made in the image of imagined potential
and listen closely, Cosmos is faintly humming
music symphonic with daring differential
keeping a rhythm that fast-forwards down aeons
then surfs the present and through time loops back
fabulous instruments, incredible crayons
sketch the past and future in one amazing track
and our Cosmos is tuned to the beat of life
empathy etched across a holographic mind
sharing grief and joy, the world weary cries of strife
the sheer delight of being, delirious and kind
awareness arises and then consciousness awakes
first galaxy focused on planets around stars
life teems, dreams and dances as intelligence outbreaks
escaping gravity's grip but leaving some scars
for pain and exultation, they fly together
space-timed, time-spaced, while smiling over horizons
Cosmos listens, then learns, needs touch of a feather
to fine tune core settings and cosmic liaisons
the task is great, for the infant bubble may burst
and then duly deflate to a point singular
or forever speed out so flat-lined and cursed
where, when, then... would learning be in story so far?
Let us just for argument sake a moment contemplate
or imagine ?
Something is amiss with the world ?
Not that it is flat still round more like
missing ?
Maybe flight MH-50 accidentally came across ?
Like it not appearing on radar or has been wipped from off the global map erased and hidden to the enquiring eye ?
Say 2 missing continent or island we have been lead to believe or view as nothing more than uncharted ocean ?
1 which was rather in fact a parallel universe or testing ground for social experimentation ?
Researching the consequences and effects of such
thing's as political upheaval , viral outbreaks and extraterrestrial visitation would have on
the human psychy in the end of worst case scenario armageddon or the apocalypse was ever to occur ?
And the 2nd an island paradise where they can start again
and still remain and stay in power, protect and keep their wealth in tact ?
Beside the vaccine and cure to every known human
disease and alternative green abundant fuel source
and neither a jail nor policeman on it ?
A paradise heaven on earth where no 1
gets sick and everyone's gets along and
thinks alike
That is still not enough and before long
begins a race between former acolytes
To see who can make it back 1st
to plant his flag in the smoldering
ashes
In order so he in fact can profess to
take his rightful true place as the new
Messiah the 2nd coming of Christ
In A Perfect World
There once was a perfect world The future will yield yet another world of perfection
We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world,
Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one
Moreover, in a perfect world, War industries have ceased; farming machinery now blossoms
I see no wars but peace abounding; I see only love and no hate, food and provisions for all; clean air, clear water; no poverty
No earthquakes, firestorms, and no tragedies
Everyone of earth’s 6 billion plus sleeps in peace and eats contentedly
I see rain in due season; no destructive ocean storms for any reason
There is no United Nation, nuclear proliferation or Mutually Assured Destruction; no bombs, guns, and tanks
I see no fighting over ranks, but giving of thanks
Jails and prisons are obsolete, there’s no criminal to seek
The evil hearts and the proud heads have disappeared; and the world has opened its arms for the pure and meek
Travel and touring are vastly popular, and planes never crash
There’s no CIA or covert operations anywhere; no terrorism blasts
There’s no more pain; no sicknesses or outbreaks killing masses
It’s a world of beasts and birds; one of insects and fish
They roam the air, the sea, the vast jungles and wilderness
None are wild nor eat each other, but feast the land’s bounty
02112016PS Contest, In A Perfect World
Husha husha we all fall down
Gonna take you back a few years
Everything was exciting and new
Memories we all hold so dear
First time riding a two wheel bike
Mom thought we'd break a leg
Climbing aboard some floating ice
Painting some Easter eggs
Our first encounter with puppy love
That pretty young thing next door
Sudden she's not just one of the guys
Feelings never felt before
An interview for our very first job
Nervous with hair all slicked down
Catching two people in the stock room
Passionately messing around
These things we all remember
With fondness and tears in our eyes
So sad we have to leave them behind
These feelings you just can't buy
Husha husha we all fall down
These memories are so bittersweet
They help us through the tough times
Making our lives complete!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Ring-a ring-a rosies
A pocket full of posies
Husha Husha
We all fall down.
The rhyme originated from the plague in London in 1665. The red rings on the skin were the first sign of the plague. The posies were the herbs and spices carried by people because they thought the disease was carried in the smell. The last part was when the person died. The rhyme continued to be used referencing small pox outbreaks, long after the Great Fire of London in 1666 burnt out the spread of plague.
Fact Or Fool Who be You
I have seen
fools ranting
what's up Pink Floyd
No thinkers, no education
only poets with muse and frustration
The deniers of science
are committing massive crimes
jail should be their only pudding
sadly Covid takes many of them away
I have no sympathy for their ignorant play
the only ones bouncing in their beds
are the scientists
angry that such ignorance spreads
it's always the morons who resist
why do people carry such hate?
to tell lie upon lie upon loathing lie
letting thousands more in pain die
the penitentiary should be their fate
American prejudice has failed us
funding is ever lacking
Teachers who know not what's cracking
No wonder fools get away with the fuss
Science does not cover up
it only learns, adapts and that's a must
over six billion vaccines
thousands of doctors have over seen
The outbreaks now you see
are the unvaxxed injected with stupidity
they blame all the immigrants
hatred always blames the outsider
All in all, stupidity is never very tall
Hints not taken from countless missed calls,
and no replies to tons of texts.
Still she searches through social media clues,
pursuing like a hunter,
pondering why his green light illuminates.
Investigating google's archives,
she claims to be his number one fan.
She knows the clothes he wears
and the places where he eats.
Downloading images does not crave her fascination.
She follows him like the moon.
Lurking..
Standing at corners, hidden in alleys.
Her binocular eyes preying on him.
He can feel her watching silently.
Hear her obsessive deep breaths,
ensuing his every step.
The sight of her eerie image
is like a million beetles,
crawling under his skin,
driving him insane - controlling his mind.
Her nauseating voice leads to nervous sensations
with outbreaks of panicky perspiration.
His stomach tightens and heart beats violently.
His eyes glare in shock, his body seems frozen.
and all she can say is;
" I do it because I love you!"
Silent One
Simple Musing
7 November 2017
Just a quick example for the 'stalker' contest
*Image of Renascence Album by SPOT.
Renascence
Dilapidated bulges bore in vain,
Counterproductive methods confirmed risk,
Drawing boards experienced once again,
Twilight oils burn onward past midnight's brisk.
The regeneration of the dormant,
The sedentary rejuvenated,
Characters clash excellent performant,
Old guards revised and emancipated.
The abandoned surrender willingly,
Causation of being its impetus,
The change serves its purpose meaningfully,
Portal outbreaks fictions of stimulus.
Energies perform on high Pegasus,
Directives laid down eyes regenesis.
2022 November 08
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 14
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 November 11
Who wants the lime light and attention focused on them for being an outcast? Not I said the chicken.
If you allow your core values, integrity and beliefs to be altered, changed or persuaded by threats, bullying and intimidation, and you are in total fear of going up against the “present dent,” (the dent that is plaguing our country), then why are you even in office?
This administration is more like Child’s Play. It’s not even “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” It’s more like, Hi I’m Chucky, you better play. It’s the making of threats and making it understood that you BETTER play the game I play and do what I say. And if you refuse, argue, challenge, debate, disagree, or even have an opinion different from mine, then you can indeed expect extreme forms of retaliation.
So yall, we got viruses, diseases and outbreaks, but guess what? It’s not from the CDC, it’s from the BBB, the Big Bad Bully. And because you don’t wanna be next on the chopping block, and you’re not bold enough, strong enough or man enough to handle the backlash, threats and humiliation, that causes you to be fearfully silent. So what do you do? You turn a blind eye, you zip yo lip and you become a follower and you do what massa say do.
So here’s the breakdown -
If you Can’t go up against the Puppet Master
If you Can’t stand up for what’s right out of fear
If you Can’t do your job with pride, dignity and integrity
If you Can’t voice your concerns and speak your mind
If you Can’t hold town hall meetings in your district
If you Can’t handle the public backlash
If you Can’t admit when things are wrong
If you Can’t speak up in disagreement
If you Can’t defend the laws and the constitution in place
If you Can’t stand up for the core values and principles of this country… then you are not a RepubliCan, you are a RepubliCAN’T.