Best Greenland Poems
play monopoly
buy land and cities in cash _
... the game is over
23/08/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Let’s make the Greenland green again
Melt down the ice with fire
Let’s build on Greenland’s pleasant land
A city of desire
Erect the towers most gigantic
And hotels on the coast
The biggest port on the Atlantic
I dare to propose
Let’s make some money out of soil
I hope you understand
We’ll label it a Greenland oil
A number one oil brand
The Danish king must be well paid
To him we’ll do no harm
We’ll offer him a job to paint
A brand new coat of arms
I’ll be depicted in my pants
With a stone axe in hand
Parading on the golden sands
Of Greenland’s pleasand land!
GREENLAND
Land of white purity and grace.
Ice, sea, snow, and you brace
Yourself as the wind cuts your face.
Whales break the surface
And icebergs in their slow race chase
Each other from the island’s south face
In this barren arctic place.
Give me Greenland, make it mine,
Let me buy it just in time,
For Thanksgiving so we can
Induct these folks into our clan.
Why waste time debating ‘why’
This proposal shouldn’t fly,
Surely Denmark needs the cash
Here’s your chance if you just rush.
Putin took Crimea by force
Not a penny paid of course,
I instead will meet your price
For this island full of ice.
Think it over but think fast,
As my offer won’t long last,
Let’s get on and make this deal,
With a pen stroke this thing seal.
Since I’ve got some Nordic genes
And as a man of copious means,
I can make this work all round
With results that will astound.
We almost bought it once before,
Why not this process now re-store,
You get the green, we the land,
On me the burgers and the band.
A voyage to Greenland
Greenland is the largest island in the world, but it is not a continent
I looked up Nuuk the capital up on the YouTube; it is now a modern town
with supermarkets and even cafes.
I was there fifty years ago. Back then it was a rather primitive place
with a million barking dogs and drunk people on the dirt roads,
they used to hang dogs slowly so the hairs stood out and it was
exported as pelt one hopes this practice has been outlawed.
I remember the coastline it was bottle green and for once, still,
we went fishing in a clear stream so transparent and shallow
but when we waded over to the other side, it was so deep we could have drowned.
It was the coldest bath of my life.
Greenland was beautiful, but it was then not a place to remember with fondness,
except for the trout we caught.
Greenland
The Vikings often fished for cod along the coast
We know as Greenland since they had noticed
Where the ice had thawed, green grass grew
Olav, the hairy, thought it would be a good idea
To bring cattle and women to herd cows
to the island and on the longboat where the Vikings
That had turned to fishing instead of pillaging
The coast of France thought this was a grand idea; furthermore, it was tiresome sitting in a boat without toilet facilities and not having a wench to lighten the onerous life.
Bringing cattle to Greenland was a likable idea
From Hammerfest in Norway, a steady stream of
Viking families with cattle, women, and children
They began farming in the cove where the grass was
the greenest, life was busy
There was no interest in settling when the cows were fat
the women were pregnant, so they sailed back to Hammerfest and waited for the summer season; however, when the weather got cold again, the ice didn’t thaw
the place abandoned
What the Vikings didn’t know about Greenland was that Greenland had been tropical with palm trees and beautiful beaches, where only the rich at the time could afford to go
on a holiday, we know the sort dealing in precious stones
Now that ice is thawing again in Greenland and
Donald Trump has declared an interest in this neglected island the Greenlanders can look forward to a bright future.
They come with polished shoes and clipped smiles,
a delegation of two parties, two chambers,
chasing headlines across the sea,
while the ice beneath our feet has no such illusions.
“Do not worry,” they say,
as if reassurance can purchase sovereignty,
as if Greenland were a chess piece
on the board of tweets and tariffs.
We nod politely, pour the coffee,
watch them measure fjords with their eyes,
thinking in votes and press releases,
while we measure time in centuries of ice.
Takeovers may glitter in their imaginations,
but here, the land remembers—
it remembers treaties,
it remembers patience,
and it laughs quietly under the aurora.
So go back, legislators,
to your chambers and your cameras,
we will remain:
not a prize, not a footnote,
but Greenland,
with glaciers that do not bend to ambition.
You were named
to seduce hope.
Erik the Red
sold you with a lie.
Green land
for frozen bones.
Once unwanted.
Now desired.
Not for love.
For power.
Not for people.
For position.
America looks at you
with hungry eyes.
Not with respect.
With appetite.
But land
is not meat.
And nations
are not for sale.
You belong
to your people.
To your history.
To your scars.
Colonialism, they said,
was buried.
But greed
does not die.
It only
changes flags.
Gandhi warned us:
Need is human.
Greed is a curse.
When resources shrink,
brothers become enemies.
And friendship
turns into strategy.
America,
you were meant
to be a guide.
But you stagger
like a drunk father—
loud, lost,
and dangerous.
Europe,
do not sleep
inside borrowed safety.
The one who guards you
today
may test you
tomorrow.
Power never loves.
It calculates.
And history has taught us:
When empires hunger,
even brothers
become prey.
COPS OF THE WORLD BOYS
COUNTRIES TO TRUMP ARE JUST TOYS
INVADE AND MAKE NOISE
Trump Announces Steeper Tariffs on European Nations in Pressure Campaign to Purchase Greenland
the man with the orange mouth
stood behind a wall of flags
and said he wanted a country
like it was a steak
or a blonde with bad judgment
Europe blinked.
spilled its espresso.
checked the fine print.
“we’ll tax your wine,” he said,
“your cars, your cheese, your history.”
said it like a bartender
cutting off a drunk
who still thinks he’s charming.
Greenland sat there
cold and quiet
watching empires argue over ice
like children fighting over
the last cube in a warm drink.
nobody asked the seals.
nobody asked the snow.
nobody asked the graves
under all that frozen silence.
just men in suits
measuring the world in profits
and pretending geography
was real estate.
and somewhere
a fisherman in Copenhagen
lit a cigarette
and laughed so hard
he nearly dropped his nets.
because kings always think
they can buy the ocean.
Sooner or later the presiding politician
will be pushed off his perch
made to do the walk of shame
on his own and left in the lurch
then marched off into eternity
no matter how loud he begs
with head bowed down low
and tail tucked between his legs
he went on to bomb and kidnap
after his flag unfurled
and became the self-elected
policeman of the world
by annexing Canada and Greenland
he wants to make America large
guilty of piracy on the high seas
blame those who put the clown in charge
he may beg plead bribe or cajole
only to wear on our nerves
but on the whole let's dump the chump
and hope he gets what he deserves
TARIFFS ON NATO
TRUMP GREENLAND TO US MUST GO
DO AS I SAY SO
THIS LAND IS OUR LAND
DENMARK ON GREENLAND TAKES STAND
DONALD GO POUND SAND
GREENLAND NEWS EPSTEIN
EPSTEIN STUFF NEED TO BE SEEN
ON THAT ALL ARE KEEN
TRUMP INSANITY
GREENLAND TALK SENSELESS TO ME
NATO TRAGEDY