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meteorologist : Sky to Sea

  meteorite radiates  z o o o m m i n g   
crashes onto 
Three Anchor Bay turquoise 
sky dust onto beach white grains
winds sweep cobbled paths profane
a fetus acquires solitary soul lost
womb enlarges posting veins
shine baby blessed shine divine
observation work is thine 

platinum pressure paintbrushes
dove hands devilish articulate 
Scythian lifetimes

Categories: meteorologist, allegory, allusion, change, character,
Form: Ballad

Weatherman

Reincarnated in my next life,
a meteorologist I want to be
with scientific paraphernalia at hand
and land the weatherman's job on TV.
Where I can lie without restraint,
never apologise for rain and cloudy skies, or for
what it is when it ain't sunny with a bright sunrise
which is what I promised the night before.
I can be completely wrong more

Categories: meteorologist, fun, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme

Stan the Meteorologist

STAN THE METEOROLOGIST

Somewhere in the presents of the mist;
This young man Stan decided to enlist;
In a primal it rains way,
shining brightly the sun's rays;
Dehumidifying natures nist,  what a tryst twist?


11/3/20
Written words by James E. Lee Sr. © 2020
LIMERICK POEM TYPE

Categories: meteorologist, anxiety, character, irony, rain,
Form: Limerick

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

I'M Glad I'M Not a Meteorologist

When I gaze up towards the heavens…when I pay attention to the sky
I’m glad I’m not a meteorologist…and here’s the reason why:

On our walk this morning we were treated to this wonderful surprise
as the infant rays of the morning sun…created streaks across the sky…

There was the slightest arching in these streaks…and not to simplify
but dappled

Categories: meteorologist, nature,
Form: Verse

Your Meteorologist

Let me introduce myself,
I'm someone on the local news.
I don't sit high upon a shelf,
I just give weather reviews.
Your friendship I may not gain,
I wish I could although.
I cannot help it if it rains,
certainly can't stop the snow.
I hear whispers of a voice,
they ask can I do better.
Thinking somehow I have a choice,
like I control

Categories: meteorologist, career, nature, sun, weather,
Form: Lyric

Your Meteorologist

Let me introduce myself,
I'm someone on the local news.
I don't sit high upon a shelf,
I just give weather reviews.
Your friendship I may not gain,
I wish I could although.
I cannot help it if it rains,
certainly can't stop the snow.
I hear whispers of a voice,
they ask can I do better.
Thinking somehow I have a choice,
like I control

Categories: meteorologist, humor, power, weather,
Form: Lyric