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Dianali May 25
Cruelest sensation
Rain needles on my skin—
Still warm from
that last ray of sunshine
CJ Sutherland May 21
Much to my chagrin
This is how a normal day begins

Just like a Mercurial Californian
Morning, noon and night
California girl’s foresight
Longing for weather just right

Too cold at night
Too warm by day
The weather needs to be
Just my way

As the days grow hot
We Dressing in layers
A feo pua
I’d rather not

Such the way of California play
Tank top light shorts, zip up hoodie
Bathing suit always underneath
As the weather increases
Articles of clothes releases

A bead of perspiration
Smudges artisan make up
Irritation Hours of conception
Many shade of perfection

Once translucent powder
Gets moist tacky
Splotched patches
Look, wacky

Protecting the complexion
Shadowing and contour deception
To get every color demure not bright
to make everything just right

Defeating the Sun continually heating
A neck cooler now, that’s cheating
The weather never used to be this way

A California day hazy in the morning
Without warning they begin
Santa Ana winds blowing, dies away
Ending in a perfectly comfortable sunny day

Now we contend with chem trails
Severe blankets of pollen
Covers everything Geez !  
Even my dog has allergies


Inspired songs;

1) Against the wind
Bob Seger and the bullet band1980

2) Dust in the wind
By Kansas 1978

3) Blowing in the wind
Bob Dylan 1962

4) Santa Ana winds 1980
By The Beach Boys
BOT Webster Word of the day challenge
5-21-25
Hapless
Having no luck
It is synonymous with unfortunate
5 – 20–2025 word chagrin
Refers to a feeling or frustration or an annoyance caused by failure or disappointment.
May 17 -2025
Mercurial
Is usually used to describe someone who’s mood changes quickly and unpredictably. It can also describe something that changes frequently such as weather or something that is lively and quick such as someone’s wit
Kyle Kulseth May 20
Shriek

Throw this flesh into wind for to be tattered.

Flense & flay me; sprayed hot onto cold asphalt. Ribbon shred.

This isn't loving Summer, no. Springtime is
planting-
     gestation--
          gasping births---
                violence.
The invasion that is existing.

The Green of April is no gleaming emerald;
It is fury. It is ravenous hunger. It is manic desperation to be
It is the razor's edge of bleeding insistence.

Remove these bones. Festoon your thoughts with the sting and the ache. These verbs are command form. It is Spring.

That ripping. That fibrous, fluid tear. You hear it, yes?

Tilt me over and spill my ******* guts out.
Clouds of grey and bright red rain--squall of ichor. Knife wind.

Let us weep thunderstorms. Chagrin these Gods of Drought.

Howl

Scream for us both. Wail until the throat bleeds. Blood decanter.
Pour us out of you until the sidewalk hides from the cold.

Chilly today! Should've brought an anorak, eh?

Gale force wind. Tear me up. Spare no expense, accept no substitutes.
Leave no intact iota. Return me to my component parts. Atomize me.
Untangle us, we are a tragedy.
...And, after all, this is a slasher, yeah?

I mean. At least distract me. Ya know?
Shiiiiiiiiit, I dunno.
Mia J May 17
Her storms had been brewing for far too long.
Summer could only rain in June.
But her storms were on the brink of splashing down.
Humidity naturally caused her atmosphere to be hot annually.
June had run out of chances for Summer.
Summer was past the age of drizzling a small amount
on her own.

July came after June.
And was Summer’s new favorite month.
July made Summer so moist.
But she couldn’t let her storms come.  

At first.

Summer needed permission to rain in July.
But July was above 96 degrees on the first.
July made Summer feel warm and welcome.
July gave Summer a chance to relax properly.
Summer relaxed and let her storm rain all over July.
Her full clouds rumbled and clapped furiously on July.

Her waters made July as soaked as the Atlantic Ocean.
Summer couldn’t hold out for too long.
One release in July confirmed her need for a release
more frequently.
Summer was a hot-natured season.
And only wanted a month who could match her alluring ways.

-Mia J
7-11-2021

© 2021 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2021
After the Rain,
as the raindrops,
hits the ground,
is so soothing, and
relaxing,
such a wonderful sound,
to me, it's sleeping weather,
being inside is
so much better, because
of such a long drought,
there is no point in going out,
unless you have to,
on the contrary,
it is better to stay inside,
since there is no skies of blue, and
there is No Sunshine,
to Brighten your day,
but Rain clouds instead,
Filled with Skies of gray,
So, if you want my opinion,
to avoid the feeling of dread,
avoid the inclement-like weather, and
Just stay in bed!!!


B.R.
Date: 5/14/2025
content:
the cool soft breeze caressing your hair
happiness:
the clear bright sunny sky
sadness:
the gentle rain dampening your skin
depression:
the pouring rain drenching your clothes
anger:
the scorching sun and whipping wind
rage:
the violent winds and tornado warnings
MetaVerse May 8
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May Day is upon us,
Summer is commenced,

And I find I am strung out on existence again.
Hazy daydreams and nostalgic motifs
play out on the threshold of waking awareness,

in this quiet interiority.
These recurring scenes

of abandoned planets, weathered landscapes
and transmuted ecology, fading lithographs
by fallen civilizations, collective memories
become the sole providence of those few
moments, thoughts, wandering lights.

Questions to ask when difficult emotions arise: Am I in a process?
Am I being too ******* myself? Am I taking things too seriously?

"He called philosophy down from the heavens,
And placed it in cities, and introduced it even in homes,
And drove it to inquire about life" (said Cicero, on Socrates).
Take a moment to regain your poise
and recover your peace.
Manx Pragna Apr 27
Spring comes
And I find myself fond of fall.
Summer dawns
And I admire more winter.
Fall arrives
And I cherish spring newly.
Winter blossoms
And I appreciate summer more clearly.
The sun is setting,
On another windy day,

Cold and brittle,
Perfect for a *** roast!
We'd take to the grill,

But the weather had other plans.

Thankful for every passing cloud,

They reflect the sun so well.
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