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Liam C Calhoun Dec 2015
The Forecaster
Severing fingernails, so to, chopped the
toe’s, ate some berries and snuck in a nip
or two. I assert myself, “this drink’s if only
to steal, or seal one last scream,” but,
“decadent’s,” quiet for once; A calm
christened, “collateral,” the parallel plight
and pale ear nigh, if only doors down.

Left to my own devices, I’d imagined
every bad, “thing,” and how they’d
happen; Exact and unlike random
aneurism. So I checked on the plants one
last time. I checked on the only flower,
once again, if only doors down, and one
last time. I abide impatient and remain to
question eternity; This twiddling of thumbs
and silent sliver of sun peeking upon one
and opposing, my alien, “East,” –

I long for my only, “West,” and if only
home, but its love, the other love that locks
my only gate.

And with that I’d lay awake and be, a
guarantee, malcontent, remnant come only
one reminder; A twitch under my right eye
and promised son but days later. So
continued my sequence, my defiance, my
only anything; Come one, “Oh!” and two,
yawped not for Walt, but for me,
“Onward!” awake and in an awkward
avoidance of complacent.

Ensued, were the acts of rebellion, the acts
of life, the acts of desperation in the face of
an already dead incarnation. One day to be
labeled, my suicide, at ends wrought
insurrection and beneath the twin flags,
insomnia added anticipation – Perhaps my
last, should the wolves cull come the hours
next when beds are made, supper’s sooner
cold and once more, the stars are allowed to
sing for someone, for something, else.
*Note - The stars sang for her, she'd eventually sing for me.
#love #anxiety #stars #insomnia #drink #song #rebellion #malcontent #parallels
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Ambrose Gwinett Bierce
Weather
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be--
Dead and ****** and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,
With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth.
While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,
From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth.
He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote
On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote--
For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow:
"Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow."
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preservationman Nov 2014
SUDDEN SNOWSTORM
Falling snowmen from the sky
The vision of snow and ice being my surprise
November being winter early
Heaven’s way being surely
Yet blinding storm put me on alarm
Cars stuck on roads and Homes destroyed being harm
Winter’s arrival at Autumn’s season expense
This was something the skies actually sent
The mystery behind the sudden snowstorm that weather forecaster’s can only guess
Yet to drivers and sanitation it was a guest
It seemed to get worse more or less
More snow is scheduled to come
To school kids they want some
But a snowstorm that came at the wrong time to arrive
However it’s ironic and must take in our stride.
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Guy Braddock Dec 2013
Epic Scribbled on a Calendar
Jack ropes and merriopes
In solicitous rhyme in fer derilious velope
envy implicitous insectuaryan harridannous
Ensole brodequins forbearing to lace
Trace elements of that remaining empoisonous

For failure interred
Is succes disinterred? And if so, form where?
Where derinferred strands failure unerred
By error masked muscovado coloured Breadth
Pneumonic, perhaps caustically mate
Aerial’d on the glib side of acoustical elimination
Veritable under pooh stick discrimination

Matte clouds of drab depression ove in
An area of low pressure
According to yon hypothalamic forecaster. Core has ter
Fail lently viola lapidavitious stretch so she as
fer ter rousse fer ter kamuskova. An epic
Scribbled on der calen.

Sole of brevity then being approximately an inch and a
Bit minus that
Torrent all yendergelpin cleaving
The very schism wit! It cynicism
Be as may be a pea, no spelling bee entrusted
Where? In there? In that jumble of line?
Barely knows his lime from his rhyme, or indeed
Lime from lime.
He’s just trying to fill up that calendrous space
And make some sense of it.
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Don Bouchard Oct 2014
Hard Rains
Forecaster's greatest joy
The weather equivalent
Of the sacking of Troy...
Hell and damnation
Aloft in the clouds,
Heavenly wrath from
Funnel-ish shrouds.

My father wakes,
Prepares for chores,
Quick breakfast takes,
Throws on his coat,
Slides boots for wet or dry
On his aging feet,
Heads to the barn
In every weather,
Adjusting to the wind
And sun and precipitation,
Weatherman or no,
Undaunted if he sees
Hard rains
Or falling snow.
Putting some rough drafts into final form....
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matthew scott harris Sep 2019
Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft ******, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.

Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed centenary, codifies communication
cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably
cheerful college coed.

Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,
doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood
descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring
dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,

deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor
Demento double, declaring depraved
daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck
derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.

Eccentric, edified English exile,
effervescent, elementary, echinoderm
eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,
etches, *******, effortless exceptional
emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,

eschatologically entranced, elongated
elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,
effectively experiments, emulates epochal
eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,
exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting
emphysema.

Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative
flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,
fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,
felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,
flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,
faceless, feckless, financially forked,

foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled
feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,
fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs
"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating
fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.

Gamesomeness goads gawky, gingerly,
goofily graceful, grandiloquent gent, gallant,
genteel, geico, guppy gecko, gabbling gaffes,
gagging, gamboling, gestating, gesticulating,
garlic, gnashing, gobbling, gyrating,

gruesomely grinning, grappling, gnomadic
giggly, grubby, gastrointestinally grumpy
gewgaw gazing guy, geographically germane,
gungho, grave gremlin, grumbling, guiding,
guaranteeing, guerilla gripped gatling guns
ginning gumpshun.

Hello! Herewith halfway harmless hazmat,
haphazard haggard, hectored, hastily,
hurriedly, harriedly hammered, handsomely
hackneyed, heady, hellbent hillbilly, hirsute,
hidden hippie, huffy humanoid, hexed, heady,
Hellenistic, holistic, hermetic, hedonistic
heterosexual **** sapiens historical heirloom,
homeless, hopeful, holy, hee haw heretical hobo.

Indefatigable, iconographic, iconic, idealistic,
idyllic, inimitable, idiosyncratic, ineffable,
irreverently issuing idiotic, indifferent, inert,
ineffectual, ingeniously iniquitous, immaterial,
insignificant, indubitable, inexplicable, ignoble
itches, ineffectually illustriously illuminating
immovable infused ichthyosaurus implanted
inside igneous intrusions immensely
imperturbable improbable.
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Quasi-Desolate Apr 2016
The Ancient Traveler
Such a leathery lonely and laboring,
Traveling traitor is love,
griping and groveling for favor,
a fair-weather forecaster,
a fickle friend,
a lonely wanderer,
out in the night.
I kindly ask
that you keep kicking me,
With your calloused feet of hindsight.
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nivek Jan 2016
Weather Shaman
The weather forecaster is as good as it gets
for many
at the predicting of a bright future
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E N Duffield Apr 2016
Long Sighs and Cigarette Burns
Long sighs and cigarette burns on the white curtains that cover the only window in your
coffin-sized bedroom.

Pink haired girls feeling insecure, smoke drifting out from the neighbor's bonfire, children laughing with their sparklers lit and sparkling,

and you're crying.

It's not new, though, comes frequently, an every-day forecast told by the same forecaster, each sentence spoken so similarly that it feels like you've drifted back in time for only a moment,
because you've heard it before, you've heard this before.

And we'll hear it again before the sun rises.


Mothers laughing with their young daughters, hand in tiny hand, hopeful eyes so full of life, long sighs.

Pretty girls with smiles that are so much less hurtful than the sun, lovely ladies with pearl necklaces that shine like teeth on their slim necks, they like to lose themselves in the night.

And at this time, the night so late that even the the moon went to rest, everyone left still awake is connected,

a thin, dull white string, tied around the slow breathing chests of the people who remain alone, awake,

eyes so open that their eyelids strain.

Tears dried into the heavy purple bags that accentuate your green-blue eyes like smudged eyeliner,

do you hate yourself because you're alone or because you're lonely?

Road lights as tall as lady liberty, blurred in your glassy eyes, the sky is black but everything is full of light and the subtle vibrations of the miles going past by minutes and you're smiling, everything is beautiful life is beautiful you're beautiful.

and it only lasts an hour before it stops.
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CJDaisy Feb 2021
Tabula Rasa
It snowed last night.
When the people open their blinds,
a clean surface, a blank sheet of paper,
is what they will find.

Soon, cars will run it over, and turn it black.
Some will shovel it aside, or melt it with salt.
These things never last forever, snowflakes cease to fall with a sudden halt.
But once it's gone, you'll want it back.

Soon, it will be stained many colors.
We are curious, hard-working but messy, broken, and healing children.
Unable to fall asleep after we've been tucked in under our too-warm covers.

Red and blue flashing lights
show up too well on ivory streets.
God, they're so **** bright.
It makes me sad, somewhere tonight
a bed will have cold sheets.

Rewind. Restart. No ink marks this page.
No footprints obscure the surface, fine like alabaster.  
The script has yet to set the stage,
and the weather has not yet met it's forecaster.

Mother Nature hit the refresh button,
and gifted the world a Tabula Rasa.
Use it wisely.
#sun #change
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John Edward Smallshaw Dec 2021
Hills that we climb
Saturday,
a replay of a day I've seen,
I mean, of course, the rain.

Neverending never ends
until it ends
and then it's ended,
a case of,
least said soonest mended,

We won't be getting there
if there is where we want to go,
the forecaster forecasted snow
and I know he's usually right,
but
a canoe would do me for now.
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jan oskar hansensapopt Nov 2018
my lies are bigger than yours
My lie is bigger than yours.

So it is Sunday early afternoon light rain
and I'm not a weather forecaster, and   no one pays me
for this observation, perhaps the seagulls do
they are flying low today.
The journalist who bravely fought 15 men, was put him
in a rocket that exploded when high enough, I found
a finger that looked Arabic, but the dog snatched
out of my hands before I could examine it more closely.
The world is so full of lies we grasp at nails
to accept the lie that is implausible yet has a ring
of bafflement enough so it can be business as usual.
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Janet Aitch Sep 2019
Mismatch
Rain sheeting
as forecaster says
"Showers over Cumbria have cleared"
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matthew scott harris Jul 2020
Recherché poetic themes stock in trade of yours truly
No surprise, rhyme nor reason,
I tease out extraordinary threads,
sometimes deliberately writing
about current calendar day or season

for instance today July 28th, 2020
another hazy, hot, and humid summer day
and so what if I proclaim oust
Glenn Eric "Hurricane,"
that would be meteorological treason.

He (aforementioned
storied weather forecaster)
within Philadelphia metropolitan area
gets paid big bucks
and undoubtedly clucks
all self important
wears his outsize ego ranking deluxe

commandeering all his ducks
they line up pronto courtesy Drake
who doth josh regarding,
especially when climate change in flux,
and prediction turns out
unlike what got forecast.

Aside from tapping into
unusual poetic subjects to boot
I also attest one
garden variety generic ole coot,
i.e. me tends to wander off course
go ahead and ask if I give hoot
but speculate I house unique flair
that thus far literary endeavor

DID NOT generate any loot
moost likely (strong possibility)
fingers and toes kept crossed
posthumous fame and fortune will prevail
great expectation would NOT necessarily
be rendered null and void moot
since surviving spouse
and deux darling grown daughters
(humble dada his figurative horns he doth toot.

Anyway the eldest lives in Oakland, California
an avid runner keeping her wits thenceforward,
whereby youngest resides in Bend, Oregon,
the former more so emotionally scarred,
nevertheless both cherished offspring, I regard

both unwittingly, unintentionally, and undeservedly
"hoisted overboard with papa's petard"
subsequently any altruistic endowment
best done anonymously courtesy philanthropist
perhaps her/his superfluous disposable income
he/she seeks willingly to discard.

Without fanfare for common man,
(one modest fellow) ofttimes
experiences brilliant concluding verse
poetic pièce de résistance terse
valiantly trying to nurse

semblance of grandeur despite
feeble minded and lame effort to craft
aforementioned dead on arrival
lofty ambition I now curse

Hence back to figurative drawing board
after yours truly tried
initially, excitedly, and animatedly
describe his penchant to ford
treacherous humdrum blandness
rather more often than not,
nonetheless I resign myself

here on in follow drinking gourd
I blithely ignored
(and got lost someplate
within the Milky Way)
foolhardiness to hitch
metaphorical wagon to star
anchored and securely moored

now think of favorite author
whom even after death roared
to stellar renown scored
unanimous raving plaudits
(creative, innovative, and provocative)
aside from yours truly
utter embarrassment, he leans toward.
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Yenson Dec 2018
Spear (sic) Me Your Minds......
" FOR AS HE THINKS IN HIS HEART, SO HE IS "

The porous lamentable weak, ignorant, dreary fearful minds
Dull, insipid, dark, negative, eroded, laden and forlorn
Always the negatives, steeped in doom vicious whirlwinds
Ignoble pernicious forecaster, deadbeat subhuman worthy of scorn

The edifying truth states - as you think, so shall you become
What profits minds bestow in grace to plunder from graves
When rich harvest awaits those who earns humanity's welcome
Inspired in the community of brotherhood away from knaves

What you think about you bring about so negativity is you
Any wonder thus you hate and nurse resentments about others
Fearful of their qualities, jealous of talents making yourself few
They say if you look at the sunshine, you don't see shadows too

So crawl back to your worship at church of the poisoned minds
Go write your dirges as you mirror those pained aching souls
From the paradise of the Living Light an abode in my mind I find
Where the raptures of edifying nectar upholds never stale or sour
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Asmita Mar 2018
No Title
Do you have any clue?
It’s all about you.

In the theater of your mind
making the poem well rhymed
You never truly knows
how your true intentions goes.
holding you tight in highs and lows
by writing an article or composing a prose..

Forgotten the aftermath of disaster
told by your inner forecaster?
Oh, wait, don’t panic your brain
let me tell you again.....

You'll be left alone
to survive on your own
buddies will mock, your painful moan

Remember the saying remarkable
work expands to fill the time available
Most of the things are irreversible
heal before the pain becomes unbearable.

Feel the chains of habit
stopping you to take a gambit
try it my way,before saying "God ******"

Start by getting rid of the inside clutter
take help else do it hugger-mugger
Once your vision gets clear
You'll stop complaining of life unfair
As you'll know YOU are the charioteer
who surely gonna make things differ

Now list the things you have to set right
once ask your insight,
Then, give a tough fight
with all your might,
And in between, never say,
You are a neophyte
Just Go on and Expedite

"But, what if, What if,,,"
What "What if" ?
Speak it loud and clear
am filled with so many things to tell you dear...

"Offo Wait baba,,,,"

"But what if someday, I lose track of my goal,
Day and night goes out of control
miserably affected by public opinion poll...
when what i do is just think and think
like ruining the paper by indelible ink
when tied across my neck is an albatross
Then, How to come out Boss,
of the huge time loss"

O you Champ, facing the blow
Have you heard of Tony D'Angelo?
First listen his words, later you Google it
"If you have time to whine about it,
you have time to do something about it"

So, here comes the crucial matter
Each time you fall, you just need a trigger
to view clearly the picture bigger.

O beautiful young heart beating with vigour
I'll be always there, as your inside treasure
whenever you feel like quitting
and its all crap your antenna is transmitting

Then try not to look, try not to think
close your eyes, relax, breathe, then blink blink blink
Now, Open your Diary and your turbulence gonna cease
as you'll turn the pages intended to appease
Observe, there have always been times like these...

Now comes my last words,
command will be in your hand onwards...

Listen...

Rather being Undeterred by your own undoings
Recall it's you who gonna change things
Massage your sleeping limbs
Or make use of your strong blue wings
But please Don’t wait for someone to ping
In times like these, no one usually rings
Go alone, and climb the Colorado springs.
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Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Apr 2020
My Sweet Lord
Merciful Lord never leaves a soul alone
In any calamity and in amy disaster
A loving owner never ever just disown
A fortune maker remains forecaster

Soul is His commanment and His image
Under all circumstances He is Savior
The relation is like a bond and a bridge
He remains Master in eternal favor

My Lord has bestowed me with love
He dispels all tricks of all my enemies
He takes care of me from around,above
He saves me from every ailment,disease

I have no one less Him this is my belief
He remains near and dear to me always
Only His Mercifuness can bring relief
In entire universe You deserve real praise

Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright April 2020 Love Remains
#love
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