To dedicate a poem to you I am committed,
Though it might have to be admitted,
That with your footprints hidden under a layer of snow,
I find it hard to know,
How to write anything about you,
to make you glow,
Enough to compare with other seasons on show.
It does not help that you drop in to say hullo,
When I am least prepared,
with my stock of firewood, very low.
Don't you know it is rude to call around,
When we are are all tucked up in bed.
Can we take a rain check on your visit,
this time around,
So, the right words can be found,
To give reasons,
as to why you keep hanging around.
My soul persists, not very strong
Perhaps it is, I could be wrong
Is the quality good, who knows
Fair enough then, see how it goes
I don’t own my soul, it’s not mine
If you want it, then join the line
Without offers, I shall foreclose
Fair enough then, see how it goes
Damned if I don’t, damned if I do
Maybe take a rain check, in lieu
Tell me god, was it me you chose
Fair enough then, see how it goes
Good morning, folks, welcome to my show.
Come rain or shine, I’ll tell you what you need to know.
Up north it’s raining cats and dogs; even farther up
toward the border there’s brewing a storm in a teacup.
But it will be lightening fast, yes, just a tease.
And after it has passed, everything will be a breeze.
In the central area, they’ll be chasing rainbows.
Not to steal the anchorman's thunder, that’s just how it goes.
Down south, they’ll take a rain check on the rain.
Incidentally, our governor is a weather vane!
My head may be in the clouds, but I predict tomorrow will be fine.
In fact, divine; in every region we’ll be on cloud nine.
March came in like a lamb, so I predict it goes out like a lion.
Tie your things down well; in the wind they may be flyin'.
March 19, 2022
For Matt Caliri's You're A Weather Forecaster Poetry Contest
I heard an old graveyard, whisp’ring my name
Old stones reside there, seemed friendlier, that game
Tho not having met my three score and ten
I'm thinking these thoughts, my beginning to end?
Regrets I have many, desires not filled
This world holds youth's wonder like soils not tilled
My days? They all merit a decent days work
But I spend my time stewing; my toil I shirk
Time spent on bad thinking, and gazing my navel
This life is worth more, my self is more able
Would that I had power to pull myself up
By bootstrap or bucket, that truth I won’t buck
Great knowledge I've witnessed, keen minds spewing forth
They tell me: "act happy then feel the new mirth"
So I will move forward on wisdom not mine
Perhaps take a rain-check, that graveyard, this time.
we had a date
we made me wait
no more
wil i go
there'llbe no debate
or complate
you can bet noore next
i will TAKE A RAIN CHECK
Did I chose this? No not me. Hes not the man he use to be. Change happens but not like this
just when I thought I had something good a different side of him comes out. I didnt sign
up for this so I'm gonna take a rain check and sign out . I'm a good women to this man but
he dont see it. why hang on when theres nothing to hold on to? from this point on
I AM THROUGH
I'm though with the lies
I'm through with the Additude
I'm through with being mistreated and misused
I known what I deserve each and every day not just tuesdays and fridays but monday
through sundays I'm just tired of being sick and tired LORD please HELP me I love this man
he just don't love me.
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