Best Glacier Poems
perhaps it is the glacier
never how deep the
ocean's moving
an icy bulge like a fist
at sea, or within as
her rocking
where this red skylight sinks
too long the sundown stays
it's so close to touching light
underneath
~maybe the glacier falls~
first
~or is the melt before the fall~
cold, broken thirst
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites,
with multi shades of blue,
arcane crevices and jagged peaks-
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious Bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
More than the eye can see,
these lustrous glaciers speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
Waves and splashes follow every birth.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
April 25, 2016
~2nd Place!
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 06/20/2022
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Splash
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 06/07/2020
Lines on my chest like a treasure map
X marks the spot
Your finger trails one from left to right
I sigh
Signed their names across my heart
I didn't ask them to
Ridges, glacier lines.
Your tongue leaves a small
moist trace down the valley of
dried tears
My hand lifts your head
In a desperate plea
to stop
Your love includes scars
My pain denies them
***
January 2, 2017
the sight of a pearl
a pioneering era ~
mineral water
04.04.2019
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Haiku 5-7-5
Glacial blue dawn;
Slender pink whiskers of warmth
touch frozen ruins
Icebergs sailing by
scatter rubble in their wake;
Sharp winds cleave hard rock
Jagged shards melting
slowly in shallow sunbeams;
Chill pebble strewn pools
Icy continents;
Light glancing on still waters
mirrors frosted skies
Long days and short nights;
Winter rules this citadel
in crisp white mantle
Glacier! Icy, cold,
hard. Diamond-like, it chisels
the frosty landscape.
God rises from the deep
The god prays to the almighty
I cry over JESUS CHRIST
The clouds turn in pollution of Lord Almighty
The population bow to terrorism
Creationist door handle
The 'bong' of our Lord Jesus Christ
The twist of the Earth turning to Allah - Supreme Being
Murder, Terror
God sits in his castle
BONG BONG
The world twists and turns in Quantum Mechanics
Theoretical Lord Almighty
Judgement Day - "I breath" in my casket
The fluctuation of the Planet Earth
Le - Perception is not enough alone
I can see multiple Lord Almighties in a large quantity of planets
This perception is not enough
Definition is not enough alone
Bring me more!
Outlandish Kintegarden Simpleton
Judgement Day is insignificant
With my conceived thought
- Beyond the level of your World and Solar System
Green waves of the ocean
Are in insipid and pale combination
With very striking sapphire blue
Of the glacier
The evolution gave man
Ability to use tools
But to learn to use them
Man needs schools
But what if someone could use all tools
In abstract idea of tools
And could turn any tool
To make any other tool
For example he could turn no matter and no space
To tool that is beyond matter or space
And he would have ability
To further control his destiny
To use next step in evolution
And step after that in entire 360 degree revolution
Entire spectrum of that evolution
This would be revolution
Even more profound ability
If what to ancient Greeks was infinity
This infinity would be to everything
Absolutely everything
And what writing of universal laws is to infinity
This ability
Would be
To this absolute infinity
This however is all
Not food for the soul
Like the insipid green of waves
There is no heaven in those waves
But the glacier would reflect no less
Than meaning in meaningless
This true heaven would be
I hope I can make it part of my destiny
The emerald sea
Its fury can measure our own destiny
Because our life began in the sea
And unfortunately it can end in sea
Water has color of emerald hue
These clashes with glacier’s deep azure blue
Yet as this is the way it is supposed to be correct and true
But today of glaciers we have only few
Many glaciers have melted and towards the ocean would slip
This is verified by any north going ship
And it is not only polar bear that has reasons to weep
Winter will be colder because of ocean currents that run deep
While heat and humidity will swallow the Earth
Hopefully not until it is just bunch of dirt of no worth
If we take Earths’ soul it will not rebirth
And what future will then our children unearth
The glacier blue visage is beautiful and serene
Its deep azure mirror like surface makes for wonderful scene
Around it ocean emerald green
This beauty by our children also should be seen
And who knows after all
What is hidden in glacier’s frozen soul
Maybe the one who designed it was ultimate greatest consciousness of them all
Words equal from base and edge of thought so saving glaciers could be good for life and soul
No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a vengeance
after station identification.
Find out pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
by accessing without delay
https://icetrek.com/equipment-guide.
Researchers used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looks
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years.
Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.
Incumbent onus warrants immediate action
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.
Striking glacier hues
Iridescent depths abound
Blues exalting light.
GLACIER
Silent boasts
The mass of coldness.
Its grim whiteness
In slow-motion anger
Tears and gouges the land
Into trenches and holes.
Its deep claw marks
Show a cold-hearted deliberate
Desecration of the land.
The massive coldness
Of a salient beast.
Bleeding hearted
Glacier eyed
Fire eating her insides
Lost scream
Locked in lies
Suffocating
No will to fight
Scarred skin
Porcelain
Hopeless breath
No touch of life
Broken chest
Chains breaking
Hands shaking
Glacier eyed
Frozen, crystallized, jagged
glacier ice travels
toward freedom
toward the sea
a thunderous crash
ice shelves splash
calving free
falling into the sea
tenacious waves
appease serrated edges
rolling over but not dead
ice drifts with the sea
radiant in the sun
marbleized white and blue
dissolve in the warmer currents
death hastened by the sea.
We planned for cycling in Northern Montana
Me, Marvin, Louis, and Anna
I had doubts about them, though they were healthy
For Anna could never resist a selfie
Marvin couldn't plan, Louis attracted disaster
Mainly because he always had to go faster.
Me, my only problem was I'm slightly bats
and guiding these guys was like herding cats.
We flew in with our bikes to Glacier Park
Started our day while it was still dark
Marvin wore a T-shirt, the fool didn’t care,
Sweating up the switchbacks, in the frosty air.
Then snowmelt got him soaked, and the road took a dive
Cold wind froze him; more ice than alive
Anna asked me to take a photo with a bear
I turned around, but she was no longer there.
Just a fatter grizzly, and a titanium frame
Maybe I can sell it, waste is such a shame.
Louis blasted past a "Road Closed" sign,
Rockfall twisted his bike like an old clothesline.
(Chorus)
Don’t be like us, leave the park for the bears
From my vantage point, I can say no-one cares
What starts as a dream can get very stark
And end under a tombstone mentioning Glacier Park.
Then I headed out on 'going to the sun'
the scenery was a heartache, the riding so much fun
The slope got steep, I had to zig zag wide
A fast cyclist came down; I veered off the side
I survived, don't know how or why
But my friends had joined that bike shop in the sky.
So I'll hang up my helmet, think of each friend
and how a dream of Montana drove them round their last bend.