Best Eskimo Poems

For Andrea’s contest 
Show me the Funny (part two)

Eskimo Nell & the Door Repair Man

Now Eskimo Nell 
Has a story to tell
A tale, about my last visit
Into her igloo
I went through and through
Though this entrance I’m told is illicit

She said, “Just for you
That one will...

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Another day, get up! the sun is out! 
Time to run around and scream and shout!
But you lie in bed half asleep,
Fussing and whining, "just 5 more minutes, I'm so beat!" 
No you can't , come on, lets go!
Got lots to do today, don't you...

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ESTIMATING NINE MONTHS FROM ESKIMO KISSES

TUNDRA tunics
tendered,
holding hot
homeothermic
sentient swaddling,
stirred with
warm waves of
cocoa cresting charm,
bathed in barometric
swoon.
sweetheart neckline
netted nefariously
close -
charm capitulated.
frowns forever forlorn,
as aromatics allure —
cologne colonization,
fever-pitch
of friendship,
not so subtly
sensuous —
harbored hashtag,
blue breath
below freezing —
frenetic, freeing
OF ovulating applause.

12/4/2017...

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Hi, my name is Ollyver, and here’s my doggie view:
You could call me simply “Boo” and I’d still come to you!

I’m fluffy white, the mini version of an Eskimo.
My human lady makes me go out back and then yells, “GO!”

Sometimes she says more than that....

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Eskimo Dream

Eskimos know 68 shades of snow
They count every flake
Green blue ones fill children with delight
Parents frozen like the dim light of day
Wait with edges of a knife for prey
They dare not move during the hunt for food
Faces etched like leather on fierce weather
In calmer...

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Boe the Eskimo
There is a little Eskimo named Boe
He loves to play on the ice and the snow
One day as he played on the ice, it cracked
Boe, in shock knew the odds against him were stacked.

Along came a kindly turtle called Jack
He said "I'll show...

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I learned this survival skill from an Eskimo.
Do not under any circumstances eat yellow snow....

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Kayaking myself down Eskimo way
I found an abandoned igloo and decided to stay
The last polar bear promptly scared me away
I know my scared face turned a weird kind of gray

Luckily I could outrun my good buddy Jay
We had his funeral yesterday
His parents asked, but what...

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An Arctic fox casts a shadowed glance
Sideways on the frozen glassy lake, slipping 
Pigeon like, gingerly, through fractured light
Images of a swollen moon swallows up the night

Wanderlust for blood will keep him tracking
Hunger pain is cryptic in the savage beast
Frigid ice that slices through the...

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I’m an Eskimo 
From the North Pole 
Being cooled by my gene 
Don’t,throw 
Lavas from the Volcanos
What it may be 
Not harm them me 
Know
I’m an Eskimo 
From the North Pole 
Being cooled set by my gene...

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My heart beats out your name
In steady three-quarter time
This waltz of love sustains me
With the hope that you'll be mine
I dream of you so often
It's almost like you are
But almost can't do justice
It's woefully under par

Yet when I get to see you
My spirit soars to...

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I know very little about life a fact of 
which i am freely willing to admit

And I take it not as an offense when
I am proven wrong although I am 
headstrong

But stubborn ain't a fault I am willing
to be labeled with 

Otherwise why on earth...

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Eskimo Ellie loves training her sled dogs
they are her comfort, her pack.
they keep her warm at night, and appreciate her stories
She lets them sleep inside the igloo, but keeps this a secret
the other dog handlers would not understand
they might think she is soft and silly
her...

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How do you bore that fishing hole in the ice?
I study an Intuit who is pretty nice.
He tosses me a salmon, not once, but thrice.
There is a faint smell like Daddy’s Old Spice.

Do ice igloos ever have any rabbits or mice?
His answer are great; they...

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Wanderer,
free spirit,
gets around the endless world,
he relentlessly seeks happiness.
Open your eyes
encounter an aurora borealis
simple to perfection,
like a lost Eskimo
or as a Buddhist monk
who attains Nirvana somewhere in distant Burma.
Or rather as an aborigine influenced by mysticism
or a lost Sufi
among the vapors of the hookah,
the scents...

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