Really it should be days of rain, but
Against all odds the sun will shine again,
It’s as if the weather forecaster
Nicely tries to cheer me up,
Yet the rain still comes down.
Depression loves the gloom
Any joy is quickly drowned,
Yet the weather forecaster
Still insists the sun will shine again.
One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
Never to return in a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
Never to return about a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality
One day…
The mountaintop, these dense clouds , layers of piling such, and so
A sandstorm, heartbroken saga, will not be a weather forecaster to go
In evocating high,a paraphrasing try,will fall, no more than brimming
Underneath a sky, for none, too aboriginal a humming
One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
One day…
A flute, fading slow, out there, with an absent delight, daylight! None!
None knew why,whence none could try to find a parable, a hymn, uncomparable!
A nomadic try will never end in a dead end to bolt, wondering in zero, her lame!
Herlem , once in Jerusalem!
One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
Never to return about a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality
Referenced Lyrics:
how bad had bad been
by having been bad again
where bad news will begin
When men may be bad
amount had been a scad
threw away like rotten shad
(always preferred a cad)
(were killed by dear old dad)
(looked horrible after health food fad)
(when they went away were glad)
(bad habits are those they had)
(would make me fighting mad)
(was sure would make me sad)
when they always did smoke
had ended up being broke
when they would have a stroke
when we saw a burning aster
fame (flame) grew faster and faster
result total disaster
(torn down like alabaster)
(would become weather forecaster)
(a master of disaster)
(was an ever laster)
(will never want to put it past her)
(positively liked Louie Pasteur
who produced president who was obscure)
how bad had bad been
by having been bad again
where bad news will begin
When men may be bad
amount had been a scad
threw away like rotten shad
(always preferred a cad)
(were killed by dear old dad)
(looked horrible after health food fad)
(when they went away were glad)
(bad habits are those they had)
(would make me fighting mad)
(was sure would make me sad)
when they always did smoke
had ended up being broke
when they would have a stroke
when we saw a burning aster
fame (flame) grew faster and faster
result total disaster
(torn down like alabaster)
(would become weather forecaster)
(a master of disaster)
(was an ever laster)
(will never want to put it past her)
(positively liked Louie Pasteur
First sprinkles of snow
Snowplows loaded with gravel
Schools are closed notices,
My momma takes off from work
Weather forecaster is wrong!
Written October 11, 2022
WEATHER FORECASTER
Are the drastic weather events,
due to climate extreme?
Devastating west coast wildfires,
the worst … we’ve ever seen!
Weather forecasting’s chaotic,
the nature of the beast.
The incomplete understanding,
winds from west … then the east.
Preparing forecasts, issuing
alerts, and storm alarms.
Warnings in towns are not the same,
on country rural … farms.
Killing tornadoes, flash floods, storms,
causing such deadly harm.
Hazardous conditions, why send
alerts … and loud alarms
Weather forecasting’s chaotic,
stressful as it can be.
Glad you're not a stressed forecaster,
and certainly … not me
April 3, 2022 copyright
All rights reserved
Contest sponsor: Matt Calini
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
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
I step up to the green screen
In my tie and 5 piece suit
Here for you on the daily
My predictions absolute!
You can always count on me
To know how to prepare
Waiting for my forecast
So you know just what to wear
I know you might be angry
Because I told you there'd be sun
But how was I supposed to know
That a blizzard had begun?
And maybe there was one time
Where you questioned my potential
But sometimes an inch of rain
Turns out to be torrential
I told you there would be some wind
Before you lost all power
Technically I wasn't wrong
It was just 100 miles per hour
I do my best by mother nature
But she can be quite fickle
Shift your blame over to her
If you're in a weather pickle
So keep your trust in me
and I'll keep you in the know
Even if you end up in shorts
In a cool five feet of snow :)
March 30th,
You're a Weather Forecaster contest, Sponsored by Matt Caliri
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
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
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
Good morning ladies and gentlemen,
I'm just looking out my door.
It has been raining through the night,
Looks like we'll get some more.
But don't worry all you gardeners,
The sun will be out soon.
Just as quick as this snow melts,
Your flowers will start to bloom.
The wind will blow away the leaves,
So you can cut your grass.
I am your local weatherman,
A right pain in the ass.
11/march/2022
You're a weather forecaster poetry contest
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 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
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