Warm front then cold front
Low atmospheric pressure
Cloudy windy rain
(Entry for "depression is a short poem" competition)
Categories:
meteorological, funny, humor, humorous, weather,
Form: Haiku
Oooh look. Oh wow. Correlating jumping twists and combinations of bunnies,irons,toothbrushes and eye lash curlers. Turn then a stick. Rotational gravitation and melodically performed interludes. Such magnifications of a single note. Kissing a kindling to produce an even steady glow. Epitomising myth,fables and heavily guarded secrets. Yet seconds are counted by a tick tick tick. And if a lion says hello then one should not discuss crochet with a snooker cue. Balls then in many halls. Darkly dimming daring done. A persnickety perennial pineal gland. Hahahaha and the forts. Hahahaha and a day is one hour 9 minutes. Hahahaha cubes cantering. Xxxx zoologist zones. *** meteorological *** clapflap xx
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Categories:
meteorological, autumn, beach, birthday,
Form: I do not know?
There’s rain in my brain,
A pitter patter on the old grey matter,
Cats and dogs in the cerebral cogs,
A shower dampening my mental power.
There’s precipitation in my imagination,
A cloud collision in my vision,
A deluge in my centrifuge,
A tidal surge has overwhelmed my optimistic urge,
A tsunami is rampaging through my spiritual harmony,
A lighting strobe just struck my frontal lobe.
There’s a vortex in my cortex,
An eddy in my heady,
A blizzard in my gizzard,
Hail in my vapour trail,
Sleet on my feet,
Snow on my big toe
Making me feel low.
I’ll pop a pill and rest my head
Upon a bed of feather
And when I wake I’m hoping
For bright eyes and better weather.
Categories:
meteorological, health, humor, humorous, weather,
Form: Free verse
It’s been days since I’ve slept
Amazed my body still functions
Brain and body motions
Yet to junction
My mind goes
At an unbelievable pace
Seems as if
In an undefeatable race
People approach
And ask how I’ve been
My reply leaves their thoughts
At a hysterical spin
Ive been drinking for days
And days on end
With all of these women
I seem to befriend
One thing
That always seems true
Is one needs a friend
When they feel low and blue
Pop in some Barry White
When that feeling is right
Everything’s gonna be fine
On this tequila night
Everything will be fine
Come dawn
The sun will shine
Just two people
In hand is a bottle
Radio plays that old soul tune
The two of us are so far gone
Like meteorological balloons
Why waste
A moment like this
All that is needed
Is that first long kiss
Categories:
meteorological, devotion, education, hope, inspirational,
Form: I do not know?