Long Weather Poems
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McKee Springs petroglyphs
southeast flank of the Ulnta Mountains
twenty-two miles past Quarry Visitor Center
a long ways from Kansas City
take island park Road
it is impassible during wet or winter weather
call and ask before you attempt passage
do not touch the story-telling petroglyphs
they are fragile and irreplaceable
do not trace or rub, you could ruin them
the park is heavily patrolled too
dinosaur remains are visible there also
embedded in the rocks
hinting at earlier civilizations and species
both cultures there to view and visualize as you may
feelings of connectedness with both ancients and dinosaurs
found few places in the continental USA
but found there
I watched the “news” this morning.
Chicken Little ran around squawking
Two women talked amiably after describing
scenes of horrific violence.
A homeless puppy was found
cared for and now needs a “forever” home.
Thousands called in looking to adopt it.
A homeless veteran was stepped over
in the entrance to a shelter
he/she was not cared for or allowed entrance.
Three kittens sang “Jingle Bells”
Chicken Little squawked a bit more
Climate change, global warming yadayada
The weather persons told me of storms
in the Midwest, floods in the south and
high temps in Arizona….
I had to look out my window
to get the weather report here.
The station manager made a Public Service Announcement.
Paraphrased : “If you’d all just do as you’re told
everything would be just fine”.
(the commercials were for Erectile disfunction, tampons,
birth control and condoms….oh….and childrens breakfast cereal))
John G. Lawless
1/4/2022
Lying dead on the concrete floor,
Chilly weather and the concrete is just as cold.
How did that bubbly Nice kid die?
I guess he had too much roaming around in his little creative mind.
Gun in his mouth and the smoke still flowing,
Blood all over and the camera still rolling.
Is this an act, was he making a movie?
What about the morning after he is done? His body deep under the calm yet stern mud.
Did he live a facile life or was it a fun one?
And was his demise worth even a dime?
What will be the views of emotionless humans on this lugubrious crime
Surely worth a watch, surely worth your precious time.
There are so many creatures in the animal world, both tame and wild, that survived for centuries.
Plants and trees are enclosed in the same picture where the strong and bold have reigned supreme.
When Science classified the existence of different identities and characteristics of various earthlings, the terms "flora" and "fauna" were coined. Plus "biota" in distinct regions and "biome" or ecosystem where all earthlings come and interact together.
The scientific names of land and water animals including the plant and tree names are all enclosed in the same capsule wherein humans are also named distinctly and characterized.
So what's the connection of the "tempered lily" on this page?... As humans, we can be like Victoria Amazonica under any weather condition or situation. Use your imagination if you still believe in fantasy and wyverns!
Long time ago, a group of small plants lived on land. And almost all of them only survived on dirt or soiled grounds. When wild animals roamed and conquered the earth and all plants never grew as trees for being consumed rapidly, land spirits or sprites of the ground thought of moving some plants from dirt to waters to protect and preserve the everlasting glory and beauty of nature. Land spirits or invisible ghosts are dependent on life's physical forms, that's why they cannot let the material structures around them to disappear. Only because of the modern Science and technology that the peaceful world of plants on soiled grounds are destroyed and vanished due to quarrying and human exploration. Displaced land spirits before they were totally driven away by time had the opportunity to shift or immigrate from dirt to waters. The giant water lily (Victoria Amazonica/Regia) that fascinated the human eyes is one plant that land spirits strengthened and tempered to prove to the World that there is strength in softness and resilience in chaos. No wonder, these lilies that you will find in the area of Yucuruchi and waters of Guyana are being carefully monitored and maintained by humans themselves. Believe it or not, these giant lilies are the safety abodes of the the same host spirits of the old natural world that the present time is still keeping!
Sound weird, isn't it?
There’s an old canal close by where I live,
and an empty lock made of stones massive,
traipsing around there, the place can amaze
just seeing how the whole of it was made.
There’s no mortar here, between these great stones,
they align perfect, no a gap is shown;
to do this with hand tools and draft oxen,
not just one lock, but again and again…
There are still hollow where great doors did swing,
sealing the lock up to keep water in,
holding it back without concrete of steel,
and no great engines, just pullies and wheels.
The canal itself, so humanely straight,
by spyglass and spring they made it this way,
with but shovel and pick to prove their own worth
they dug a river across the damn Earth!
Two centuries later it still remains,
two hundred years on who would know my name?
Sure, I write poems, but poems are talk,
these men carved themselves in the very rock,
the canal they built now sanctuary
for birds, fishes, turtles swimming lazily,
the towpath they built no a walking trail,
where kids ride their bikes when weather is hale,
seeing what grandfathers built back in time,
what men do with hard work and focus of mind.
I see you out there walking
And talking to yourself
What do you do and who do you talk to
When there's clearly no one around
Do you have a load of friends
Imaginary along the way for company sake
To keep the conversation flowing
Something crazy you'd like to say
In the dead of winter
Wearing shoes with no socks
In the coldest of weather
Like that Talking Heads song
I even see you on the corner
In your pacing back and forth
Giving someone a piece of what you have left
For all that you are worth
I sit in my car and contemplate
Where you and I, we both are at
I can count true friends on my one hand
As you count the many inside your head
And who is the happiest of the two
Me or you with the stress of life
If you stop to think about
Who is really out of their mind...
I've been watching this guy for months walking the streets just a rambling and finally got up the nerve to pull over and offer him some money so he could get something to eat or whatever. (never once did I see him out begging, I just figured it was a good ice breaker) I was amazed at how clear, coherent and thankful he was. It just got me to thinking about each of our journeys and where it has and where it is taking us. But also how we on that journey can stop for just that one moment and interact with each other. He changed my way of thinking that day and perhaps I his. And after all...aren't we all a little bit crazy?
In the sun it’s boiling hot;
In the shade it’s cold.
Don’t think I complain a lot
Just because I’m old.
My two brothers live here; one
Loves all the mountains’ range
Of weather, from when snow’s begun
In summertime, so strange.
The other doesn’t live so high;
It’s warmer but still crazy.
One minute there’s a clear blue sky;
Next minute, all is hazy.
The temps they toggle up and down
By varying degrees
And when you’re in a mountain town,
Just be prepared to freeze.
It‘s hard to know how one should dress
With fluctuations so.
This weather can cause mucho stress
Unless you let it go.
Do you ever stop to think
That the stars are out
Even in the daytime?
Oh, they’re there all right, but
We’re blind to their existence.
How true of life itself!
If we don’t see something
In front of us, it’s as if
It isn’t really there.
Poverty? We don’t see it
In our neighborhood.
Devastating weather events?
We see them on television,
But they’re not here.
They’re some other place.
Bullying? Mocking?
Victims of prejudice?
Awful, but it happens in
That other neighborhood.
People without enough to eat?
Sick people without heat?
Dying people who
Can’t afford their medicine?
Native peoples fighting to save
Their land and clean water?
They’re out there somewhere.
But are we really blind or
Or do we just not want to see?
Just as daytime stars are there,
Reality is reality, whether
We see it or not, and we can’t
Go on pretending it isn’t there.
He gives you
yet another of many
black eyes,
but still
you've chosen to stay,
to weather the storm.
How come?
Lord knows I've seen you
cry many a river over him,
yet you ignore pleas
to flee, to be free
of his poisonous tentacles!
Please explain
the whys and wherefores;
I don't understand it!
What are you holding on to?
Are you waiting
for him to change
magically
from cad to saint?
Why do you stay
and take abuse?
I don't understand it!
We both know this isn't love
It's never too late
to vote with your feet!
Run, poor thing, run
Or at least walk
away... and never
look back!
Clutching At Straws Poetry Contest (Winner: 8th Place)
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Date written: 09/09/2020
Storm Surprise
Desert never felt a wet time in its history
It had to drink up sun light in the days
And stand solid with the sand to pass the night
No complaints were registered when the rains came
To shock the dunes alive
They rolled along with floods and lightning
Lizards blinked, so many pounding drops unthinkable
That never seemed to stop
Legs waved like leaves then spun away
Rocks showed their heads then sunk
Winds carried on like drunken sailors
The quiet desert became a circus of whirlpools
Buried in water rings
Blending into what was silence
It still held on to tons of sand
But would never be the same again
Dry land was just a memory
Rain saw to that
Created on 2/28/15 Pick A Subject – Poetry Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
The subject is "Storm"