I don't know
where iceberg lettuce
winter squash
or snow peas grow
but it seems to me
it's not down there
in Antarctica
where and when it's freezing below
which only goes to show
pointing out if not advising
there's bait and switch in the pitch
and no truth to their advertising
The coldest Southern Oceans
call him on stormy seas
in months of darkest searching
to Polar Desert see's
The blood red waters flying
the glacier vast expanse
he touches mineral waters
Erebus Lava chance.
Aurora lights are calling
over -land of the midnight sun
its beauty never falling
his journeys just begun.
..to continue...
Prince of Arctic and Queen of Antarctica
The prince of the north region and the queen of the south region
They have had enemies for ages and ages, and now, oh always
This hatred is antagonistic, a killer mental war. Who is the power?
Who is the owner of the ice worlds? There is only one. But who is it?
There are two ice worlds. But these two are one. North, south. One
And there are two rulers. Prince of Arctic and Queen of Antarctica. Oh hell!
They can’t meet, because there are the temperate, Mediterranean, and
tropical zones
So the hate is eternal. But this is a long story, penguins said it to me
Hate, and love together. Prince of Arctic the Peace of Love, real cold style
Queen of Antarctica the power of the war. A story on. It will be written.
Man peace
The fate is war
Love comes
End of the war
Man and woman
Together the one
One is two,
but the one.
Arctic and Antarctica
Two polar and opposites
Two lovers, all one of them
Two is one, one is two
Both are icy land and soul
They are friends in the heart
Their stories are unimaginable.
Friendship
Love
War
Past
Future
Forever
Lives
Ice lady
She lives in Antarctica, She is a Beautiful and perfect woman
Amazing virgin, cristal clean personality, I love her, love, love
She waited for me as a guest, her living place is an ice castle
She lives alone there. Only alone, the queen of the ice world
The lonely queen, the noble soul of the icy world, oh love her
Yes, the perfect woman, unapproachable femininity; cold life
She gave me a guest room. An ice room, with an ice bed. Hell
I slept there, ice blue light glowed dimly in the night, cold mind
The ice door slowly opened, and she came into my room. Sees
She sees and comes closer and sits on my bed. Perfect being
She leaned on me and kissed me. We froze together. Forever.
I can not remember the time, the years, the centuries of our life
We were together for a long time. Motionless couple in love
In the love. An icy virgin destroyed my life, my heart ran away
I love you Antarctica, my dear Miss Antarctica. Your life me on
Love
Ice
Cold
Mind
On
Lady
Icy
On
I
am
gone
for
on
My heart is freezing cold
Like the fine ice of Antarctica
For I've uncovered the secret to life:
Live today for today—tomorrow will tend to itself.
I've felt the cold sting of expectation
Even sorrow knows my affirmations
Reciting them backward, from end to start
For I can't separate living from death.
Yet like the Penguins of Antarctica
I've relied on fearlessness to endure
To keep the cold and pain at bay
As I navigate life, day by day.
I've reduced my extremities
To make more room for warmth within
Traded fleeting pleasures for more
And freed myself from the weight of unnecessary thoughts.
love to see blue sea
real true four shades of blue
cool Antarctica
In Antarctica ice can be three miles thick
I try to fathom this but cannot grasp the trick
of visualizing a solid this deep and this slick
facts from a nonfiction book written by Rick
animals there turn bright dazzling winter white
camouflaged next to snow, they can stay out of sight
i would like to see Antarctica for myself, during daylight
i wonder if they have any kind of fierce sunlight?
Mrs. Crow Mutton has a mission – the Antarctica or bust.
We were shocked when she ordered boots in red rust.
She ordered a down winter coat with a print on it too.
And a patterned knitted cap created by my Auntie Lou.
Why Antarctica? We asked her, for we wanted to know.
Because Michigan has never had enough sparkly snow.
And I love seeing my breath float out of my beak.
We saw her flying home to Ann Arbor the very next week.
Adelie penguin,
dear little thing,
black on your back,
black on your wings,
round white tummy
and flat pink feet,
your waddle is funny
and so is your squeak.
When you dive in the water
and porpoise around,
jumping back on your feet
when you land on the ground,
it’s a penguin I’d be,
if a bird I would choose,
wearing dinner-suit feathers
and flappy pink shoes.
More graceful in full blubber
than a ballroom dancer,
a seal slides down banisters
of ocean spirals
in ice-cold currents.
Smiling like a cat,
slipping into water,
swimming down and up,
for fish and krill and squid.
Sunning, sleeping on the rocks,
I could never push you over.
Seal - immovable.
Seal - so fat.
The Summer sun of midnight
loves the Antarctic sky;
Her brilliant orange cloak
spreads out behind her
as she flies;
Beauty
solar
cosmic
bright -
It is all day - there is no night;
Though night would skulk around the edge,
swirling shadows
rippling clouds.
Pink banishes the smears of grey
as dawn prevails to herald Day.
Chubby cream grubby against white ice
Hungry somewhat clumsy polar bear heist
Hopefully loping over to an asylum of seals
Tusked beasts bound to become tasty meals
Damp nose oscillates, catch tongue anticipates
Hook claws extend, jagging his cumbersome gait
Ungainly angle rotates blundering bear ballerina
Jaws roar frustrated, mishap sadly signals dinner
Jolly bodied, barrel stocky well insulated brood
Swivel protruding chests to avoid being food
Fear pulls polar threat away, phew! - Relax
Pack pacify, raft drifts after cold cracks
Snowy blows his nose with hankie huge paws
Lucky that chubby has arms strong as oars
Iceberg dips, whiskers twitch while wishing
Imminent swim success - in frigid fishing
8th March 2023
Written for Contest: Cracked
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Hidden yet rugged
At the bottom of the world
Cool water flowing
High above Hell’s barren gates
High above ringed deception
Guadalcanal 2019
Tour boat, ice-blue water.
Five rubber rafts,
12 heroes each, approach
Antarctic 'beach'.
‘Explorer’: 'Look! Penguins!'
Rest chirp approval, focus Canons,
shoot the penguins left and right.
'Great' 'Wonderful'.
Two hours later, 3-star restaurant,
Tierra del Fuego.
'Global warming...'
from the end of the table.
Heads nod assent. Crab dinner,
good Sauvignon Blanc. 'This is great!' 'Wonderful!'
Are they talking about the crab? Or the penguins?
Does it matter?
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