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For the new year, my weather forecast shows
good outlook for improvement on my front,
'cause models for disturbance have disclosed
the changes in my atmosphere- less blunt.
Precipitation of my built-up tears,
held in by clouds to later fall like rain,
reveals that charts predict revised frontiers;
climatic stats project my drier reign.
My temperatures- stabled to stay fair,
and UV index low to prevent burns.
Statistics show no earthquakes to declare;
flash floods adjusted now show low returns.
Extended-outlook for your year is great;
no storms and brighter rainbows I'll create.
January 6, 2018
Contest: You're A Weather Forecaster
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Require the rain to reign in raising the grain.
While the umbrellas are up, don't strain.
We must persevere in the face of weather
That doesn't imply if it's freezing or hot.
And it wouldn't infer if we like it or not.
Drops of downpour landed on my brow.
There was no shade, I had some of it on the bough.
Mists are becoming thicker and more obtrusive.
Rain is dropping quickly as the mud gets slicker.
I made plans to manage with what I bore thicker.
My palm was firmly gripped by a moist duvet.
My hair is damp and sodden, and I start to sweat.
I made every effort to tuck my head.
I ran as quickly as I imagined I would.
Regardless, ignoring the previous hood.
I was urged to the floor and fell wholly over.
I accept that is all I'm persuading the sober.
without having planned ahead of time.
that was anticipated and came to pass.
If there's nothing visible, assay to bear a brass.
Written: March 15, 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
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The day is winter with snow and wind,
hiding homes and streets and the trees and rivers,
all is veiled in layers of ice and snow,
the cars and buses stopped and all is closed.
Within many homes,
warm fireplace's glow,
as the snow continues to fall,
and the temperature is colder than the North Pole,
beyond,
frozen windows.
Cats within homes are curled in balls of soft fur,
without a care for the weather,
and firelight flickers in rooms cozy,
and there is solitude and peace,
within Victorian homes,
there is concern for homeless, the old and feeble,
alone.
Heat and plenty of food is essential,
but as we know many within the city do not have this,
and what of the poor birds,
the wild animals,
the stray cats and dogs
living outside.
Airplanes and trains are not moving,
drifting snow and ice making it dangerous,
people stranded,
far from home.
The clouds hang low, heavy and white,
and the snowflakes come, flake after flake,
trees bend and branches break, blocking streets,,
while a bitter wind rattles windows,
threatening to break in
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March 08, 2022
Poetry/Verse/Winter Storm Forecast
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1437-399-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, You're A Weather Forecaster
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 04/10/2022
Good morning, folks...John Doe here
Live- from Channel WXYZ-TV
Bringing you today and tomorrow's weather forecast...
And how the weekend's weather just might be
Saturday morning starts off very nice
Sunny and warm with the high around thirty-one
Mixed with some rain and a possible chance of snow
A good day to go out and have some fun
More sunshine in the early afternoon
With thickening clouds heading our way
A beautiful day for a picnic party, possibly
Or...a boat ride on the bay
The sun returns by mid to late evening...
With a chance of a severe thunderstorm
A wintry mix of sleet and hail- maybe, possibly
Right on key with today's norm
Tomorrow's forecast looks a little better
With a fifty percent chance of weather...
And the low around thirty-one
You just might see a floating feather
Hoping you all have a safe, warm, cool weekend
Enjoy your picnics, or boat rides on the sea
John Doe, here...
Live- from channel WXYZ-TV
'You're A Weather Forecaster' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
3/16/2022
As the winter drifts with the northern wind
Some high latitude areas of north hemisphere
Will be in the clasp of sporadic snowstorms
Others will be mantled with dense opaque frost
Longing to feel the reviving warmth of the sun
People need to bear the chill for a fortnight.
After winter haze clears the weather will change
The spring will arrive floating in the crispy air
With the radiance of cerulean sky crystal clear
And with amiable ambiance of temperate days
Not to last long for the temperature will increase
At the onset of scorching summer of discontent.
With active El Niño the prospect of rains is favorable
The southern wind will spread moisture laden cloud
Overcast monsoon sky in some areas may fall asunder
After unpredictable cloud bursts one after another
Cyclones and tropical storms will spin on trade winds
Wreak havoc in low-lying areas with frequent floods.
The nimbus clouds will waft away clearing the sky
Low atmospheric disturbances will slowly subside
As awaited autumn will arrive with nip in the air
Occasional gusty winds at the advent of the fall
Will blow away wilted leaves from shedding trees
Make way for the freezing footfall of another winter.
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March 10, 2022
Contest : You're A Weather Forecaster
Sponsored by : Matt Caliri
(Weather Forecaster Threnody)
I know, I know, I’ve compromised
My high repute, to my demise.
I have been trashed and penalized
When forecasts don’t materialize.
You have put me down all along,
But am I not more right than wrong?!
That freezing rain followed by sleet,
Humidity with scorching heat.
Storms, floods, high winds, rain and what not...
Stayed safely in? Now you forgot?
I truly try so very hard
To warn and give you a head start.
Please be so kind, give me some slack
When weather whims blow out of whack.
But if you defy my patterns,
Brace yourself and see what happens!
March 7, 2022
A Monotetra
I just got this weatherman job
I'm to click this thing-a-ma-bob
Nerves are making my head throb
I'm gonna sob I'm gonna sob
Camera ready, fix my tie
Oh my gosh, I just wanna die
Cause if I mess up, it's goodbye
Don't wanna cry Don't wanna cry
Cloudy skies on the Midwest plain
This morning there's a chance of rain
Swollen rivers will feel the strain
Flooding again Flooding again
If you live in the Southern states
Here's a forecast everyone hates...
Hurricane in the Key West Straits
Take cover mates Take cover mates
In the north, more snow's on the way
No sunshine for you guys today
Let your kids go outside to play
Hail in Green Bay Hail in Green Bay
The heat took a toll in the West
The studio lights have me stressed
I'm new at this job. Have you guessed?
No one's impressed No one's impressed
Hail's falling in many Maine towns
Ending soon. No need for those frowns
Well folks, guess I'll see ya around
I'm going down I'm going down
April 3, 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
So. Let's see what's in store for today...
Will the elements function our way?
There'll be plenty of sun
For us all to have fun
Outside wether it's for work or play!
Mountains will form in the sky through the week.
Apologies all. I know it sounds bleak.
There'll be rain, hail and snow
From destructive storm Joe!
Heed warnings, keep up to date, shelter seek.
When Joe travels on overseas,
Beware on the road of felled trees.
Don't panic. Keep calm.
No need for alarm.
Worse things bring down communities.
The weekend looks clearer and bright.
A crisp frost will greet morning light.
But wrap up nice and warm.
Ice will stay on your lawn.
You'll see shooting stars Sunday night.
Quite hectic weather, to summarise.
But dear friends, do keep watching the skies.
I've had such a blast!
Tis my last forecast.
It's time to say all my goodbyes.
Written 8th March 2022
For the "You're A Weather Forecaster poetry contest"
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
THE WEATHER? DON’T ASK ME
There won’t be a cloud in the sky today,
But don’t get too complacent.
The weather’s coming from the north
And storm clouds are adjacent.
My job used to be simple,
The seasons were well defined.
But, due to global warming,
I’m feeling undermined.
Why, with November upon us,
Are the leaves still attached to the trees?
What’s happened to Crosby’s White Christmas,
Now the temperature’s twenty degrees?
I went to the beach, back in August,
Prepared to sun bathe for the day.
I hired a deckchair and a sunshade
But a hurricane blew them away.
We are using too many fossil fuels.
The ozone layer’s parting.
While every day, across the world,
Ten billion cows are farting.
So, if you want a forecast
Of what the weather will do,
It’s really no good asking me.
I’m afraid I haven’t a clue.
31st March 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster poetry contest
Sponsor - Matt Calari
The ice caps,
the tropics,
they’re all microscopic;
dystopic,
myopic,
the interesting topics
It’s whether,
not weather;
That’s really the question.
Or rather,
with fervor,
tease fearful suggestions.
The weather of interest:
the storms in the mind.
Cataclysmic disasters
to wipe out mankind.
And so every forecast
is cast in such way
to prey on the anxious,
throughout every day.
So shut off the TV,
go see for yourself,
and leave that remote
on the couch or the shelf.
The sun also rises,
for He made the sun.
When it does so without you,
your time here is done.
Until then, no weather,
just whether life's fun.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
for the “You’re a Weather Forecaster” Poetry Contest
sponsored by Matt Caliri
written on 03/07/2022