Bergs Poems | Examples

The Weight of Time

(“Depth Psychology Merit Badge aka The Myth of Being”,  2015, original oil)

The Weight of Time

Experiences fall like snow flakes
Full and soft, floating down to settle gently 
Building up in layers, forming drifts
And, with the weight of time,
Ice in glaciers and massive shields 
That smother the ground
And eventually work their way to the sea
To form blocks of experience 
That then float away. 

Sunlight illuminates their inner being
Releasing memories all packed together
In sights and sounds, smells and feelings
Faces and words, thoughts and dreams
Hidden beneath a surface
In unfathomable depths
Each bonded with other moments
Supporting and sustaining
the notion of a whole
Greater than the parts.

Each of us exist like this
Bergs of distinct memory and identity 
Adrift and at ease
Subject to the flow of tides and currents 
Beyond our control or comprehension 
Subject of the ever falling snow
Full and soft, floating down to settle gently
In layer upon layer
Condensing into something more
Under the weight of time.

(12/21/24)

Spring Giants

I watch this high drama
Complete with giants,
Eventually, reduced by wind and waves…

Bergs driven south
Enter our outer harbor
Reach for a refuge but instead are
Grounded on massive, rocky shores
Struggling to be set free

The Dogs of Spring

THE   DOGS  OF  SPRING


Days get menacingly long;
Pristine azure heavens feel the threat
From the sky’s  cloud-throng, 
Leaving shrunk  icicles with wet regret.

Exhausted, the heroic shards of crystal
From  blessed  winter’s breath  
Are  dashed  to  a  dripping saliva death.
In the heated onrush of times vernal. 

Strength ruined by April,
Glistening bergs in the estuary:
Relent with brutal battery
To become sculptures fragile.

Attrition grows stronger, beyond repair
In the dark  spring  night.
Respite  white  becomes rare,
As  unleashed dogs bark and bite.

Artic Sand Dune Glatures

ARTIC SAND DUNE GLATURES

sand ice-bergs sand dunes
a whole, awesome mountain hides
enjoying range hills

2/24/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021

Forces of Nature

Hail Torrential Rain
Violent Storms
Raging Seas
Tidal Waves

Tornadoes
Thunder & Lighting
Thunder Claps
Lighting Strikes

Snow Storms
Snow Drifts
Blizzards
Ice Bergs

Ferocious Bush Fires
Spontaneous Combustion
Earth Quakes

A Horrific List
Of Natural Phenomena
That causes
Destruction, Disaster & Death

Never Underestimate
The Power
Or Wrath of God

Within Unbroken Love

that was night of round moon
fairy moon;
fully beauty

twinkle stars
were far away

white clouds bergs
were running without any cause

I was wandering,
wandering to the sky

weaved by the crystal stone that sky was
vacuity hugged me roundly within royal blue

I was climbing
by the ladder of the throne

Titanic of love I was
on that lifting up

no cloudy bergs could hurt me
Intact I reached you absolutely 


-Tuesday, June 18, 2019 Chattogram

Ole World Woo Is Me--

OLE WORLD WOO IS ME--

…tender valleys molded clotted mounds of bergs;
Grasslands hilly breezes of summer’s burn;
Man unnatural forest bush fire,---
Rapidly the swaying trees do hide the sun’s rays;
Polluted skies marks the path of mankind’s Stone Age;
God’s given planetary earthen grounds homage to us,
   humanity caretakers of what we’ve torn up;
Bursts of hues, black and views of destructive touch;
All the ice melting’s global warming beneath us;
Prehistoric, demonic present day happenings,
on day known major continents shall fall, sink not swim
Tornado's, Whirlwinds, Hurricanes soon woe is me soon
Will be the end of this old world natural cause with and without Wars

7/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

How Deep Can You Dive

this void is consuming my every bit of energy
preventing me from being satisfied 
with anything my hand touches
arms expanding forward 
I reach out to thin air 
and grasp the emptiness floating
with spaces in between my fingers
but I'm headed no where
emotions plunge like ice bergs
disintegrating into cold water
spiraling down into the abyss
how deep do I submerge 
before I cant see 
anything, anyone
anymore

Goldie Locks Gets Another Visit

Trudging through the snow, her cubs lag behind...oblivious 
Haven't seen a seal for days, perhaps weeks 
There are few ice-bergs left to hunt upon 
Adrift in the ocean...think again 
It's not a coincidence fossils of mammoths are being found more than ever
Soon you won't need your pithy pants...or snow shoes 
Soon...someone might be sleeping in your bed 


Pithy Pants 2 Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
2/14/2019

The Painter

The painter 
 The sky this afternoon was odd clouds
looked as ice-bergs floating on pink air
the seagulls kept their distance.
A grey wolf scratches on my door 
I let it in
had a leg of lamb it ate it all then fell asleep
Then it wanted to leave and, I saw it disappearing
In the dim lit hall, I asked no question.
But made me think of a Russian painter who 
painted the trees black with a red background
and you could sense wolves starring at you.
The sea in the bay is dark with white spots has
the Russian gone mad painting the sky and not
telling anyone. I wonder if his name was Kalovsky
not that I know but the name sound Russians.
I go back into the hall the wolf has gone but it
left a pile of dung as prove it had been there.

A Drop

Deep in a dark cavern,
where dove morphs to raven
and flawless white it flaunts,
sullied in grim darkness
in that cave's chest,
i swell from a deep well

the source cursed,
not chilled bergs,
not gaping clouds
nay! not even a dancin' fount'

and on kissing an ebony lash,
dissipates damp
drenching the rest,
down i roll
on the gleaming hide,
burnin' in anguish's flames

not a dew on crimson petal, 
nay! not even a surging vapour

and deep in pale furrow, 
i flow,carrying all gloom
not a narrow creek,
not the turbid rivulet
nay! not even a brook

so i fall down,times maroon,
in days of forlorn
no thirsty land quench, 
no mighty ocean feeds 
nay! not fills even a poor pit

and the land remains barren,
no foliage, no seed sprouts
take no pain,
nay! not a sprinkle to kill the drought

i rise from cocktail of
despair and melancholy
a salty lemonade of 
fresh wound and aged agony

the rage boils up,
sadness tames into a drop
and i arise charring my source, 
swollen and drinking sorrows
soaking linen,
filling the wool 
or at best a soft pillow

yes,you know me dear,
i'm a drop of tear!

Wacky Towns

I've visited many towns and cities as I've traversed this old orb,
Their culture, their food, their beauty and architecture to absorb.
Istanbul, Tokyo, Athens, Casablanca and London I fondly recall;
Well-known names, but the names of English villages beats them all!

It would be interesting to know who established the town of Throop,
And the name of the prankster who settled the village of Droop!
The borough of Great Snoring must be a sleepy village (so to speak).
I suspect Piddlehinton is rife with bushes to hide behind to sneak a leak!

I suppose citizens of Blubberhouse are proud to call it their abode.
Picklechurch and Picklescott are villages with exotic names bestowed.
Then there are the towns of Affpuddle, Puddletown and Briants Puddle.
What crackpots concocted those names to amuse and thus befuddle?

Barton In The Beans and Bitchfield grace the verdant country-side,
And in the bergs of Didling and Papplewick, denizens happily abide.
I must admit that here in the colonies there are oddly named towns too,
Like Bean Blossom, Tillamook and Intercourse, just to name a few!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired

A Deluge In My Heart

A Deluge In My Heart

My heart is a titanic in the middle of the sea
Waiting for the ocean waves to rise monstrously
Emotions have now become ice-bergs
As my sightless heart crashes into the bergs
Like a blind bird crashing into a tree
My titanic being devoured by the sea

Pain of all the lies and betrayals
Have left my heart with lines and trails
Causing a leak behind my eye 
Tears dropping down to my heart
Leaving an abrupt deluge in my heart 
My heart is flooded and my brain left dry

My heart like a ruby panting fire
That burns all form of life and feeling
Making excuses of how it is a form of healing
Saving only what is pure and will survive
Gnarly rising, the deluge is reign now
Slowing the fire down not realising how
It is purifying the dark pines 
That are sharp and painful like sewing needles
The deluge left my heart deserted and feeble.

Jack Frost

JACK FROST

            Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs and jumps on frost 
            Able to bring bone-chilled snow fall at any cost.
            Crystals and crisps of thin snowflakes fly beyond grip.
            Knife of ice hits heart of winter piercing too deep.

           Fantastic ice- skating slides smooth on snowy track
           Ruthless hard frost bite attacks helpless jumping Jack.
           On Ocean, open - hidden ice bergs threaten ship
           Shivering cold breeze cannot be controlled at all.
           Terrible frosty winter by jocund Jack to call..

  12/30/16

   Winter related  Contest by Janice Canerdy

Global Warming

Born of a glacier
Long ago, ice bergs float free
To melt in the sun.

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