Antarctica Poems

Salad Days

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

Antarctica part 1

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

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

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

Miss Antarctica

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

FINE ICE

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.

Antarctica

love to see blue sea
real true four shades of blue
cool Antarctica

thinking 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?

Why Antarctica

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.

Dear Penguin

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.

Seal Immovable

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.

Midsummer Midnight

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.

Cracked Iceberg

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

Bogomil Cove

Hidden yet rugged
At the bottom of the world 
Cool water flowing
High above Hell’s barren gates
High above ringed deception

Guadalcanal 2019

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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