Best Iceland Poems
Volcano erupts
burying a continent
in a new ice age?
With a golden circle of life
People swimming in ice
More sheeps than migrants of fife
Supple, jolly faces speaking so nice
A place so safe to reside
Viking's tongue so rich to hide
Lovers of books, elves in skirmish
Folklore of nooks, shelves of the bookish
Old democracy, noble Parliament
Delightful delicacy, nourishing not feculent
Old Norse, historical and eloquent
Language of the adepts, minds so evident
Thirteen days before Christmas
Thirteen Yulelads moving around
Thirteen nays for spoiled isthmus
Thirteen Santas with ice cream in mound
Land so free, with ice run so deep
In veins and blood, rich in culture they keep
Ten drops of drink, fun for free
Iceland in wink, pun marvels with glee
extraordinary
authentic - makes you humble ~
experiences
clean hydropower
iceland scenic waterfall ~
colorful rainbow
Let us drink to this
Ancient windswept stone, the pearl
Of Atlantic sea
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Messi hits the wall
Iceland Argentina draw-
rock the Viking clap
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
Today i went to Iceland
The supermarket not the place
Trying to find a short queue
Turns into a race
Elderly lady at the back
Tries to jump the queue
Those further forward voice their anger
“Hey, we were here before you”
The lady shrugs her shoulders
With two trifles in her hand
Standing ages just for that
Wasn’t what she had planned
Trolley at the front of the queue
Contains enough food to feed an army
Woman says “Most of it will get thrown away”
Queue looks at her as if she’s barmy
Small boy in a pushchair
Clamouring for his sweets
His mother says he'll have to wait
They're under the cooked meats
Man with a tray of lager
Legs buckling under the weight
He says they're for his party
From seven tonight until late
Someone gets tired of waiting
Puts her goods back on the shelf
She mumbles she's going to Asda
Where she can serve herself
Girl in the queue decides
She'll use her phone to pay her bill
The checkout girl says into her mike
“Can you open another till?”
Lager man gets restless
Drops his tray of cans on the floor
Pushes his way to the front of the queue
And dashes out through the door
The small boy thinks he’s waited
Long enough for his sweets
So he reaches out to the check-out
And helps himself to treats
The mother sees what he has done
And snatches back the loot
So the small boy retaliates
With a kick from his right foot
The queue is getting longer
And tempers start to tray
I put my basket on the floor
I’ll go back another day
An eruption burst suddenly in Iceland.
Billowing smoke lingers in the air.
Chaos has now increased on the earth,
Destroying the paths before us.
Everywhere, there is dust and ash.
Flaming, hot, lava bubbles constantly,
Gasping for new openings.
Heavy breathing and clogged pores now
Interrupt our daily flight patterns.
Jesters of nature playing their tricks,
Killing our spontaneity.
Lonely travelers wait for announcements.
Mountains of luggage pile up on runways,
Not knowing if they will ever arrive.
Obsidion shards fly through the sky, falling on
Plants suffocating under the pressure.
Quickly, we search for answers, wanting solutions, but
Rescued only by mother nature when she is ready.
Sensations of loss and captivity hold us ransom.
Trusting no one to tell us the truth, we
Understand very little.
Volumous, smelly, clouds engulf us.
Willful displays only frustrate our existence.
Xenophobic fears dissipate as we are all affected.
Yesterday, we knew what time it was, and today, this
Zenith in the sky has cancelled all our plans.
On Emigrating To Iceland After Iraq
Consider first the Alabama heat.
Consider next the toad
still as a turd on this rural bridge
rupture slung across a stream
where offal floats,
where clumps are belching.
Note the toad, the reeks
that genie up beside it.
Then remember Iceland
and the freshets of its Spring.
Iceland had no toads,
no reeks to genie up beside them.
Donal Mahoney
Musa's nose for goal
Super Eagles soaring high-
Iceland is melting
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
A one-dimensional photo cannot capture the beauty of Aurora Borealis
Mere ordinary everyday words could never explain these feelings.
I stare into God’s Iceland oasis sf blues, greens and purples
My heart and soul want to draw or write of it,
My muse knows better, she is too intimidated to get started
We both understand that there is only one entity who is
capable of drawing or painting it.
I put down my pen and lie back to enjoy
this ultimate gorgeous sky which can never be lived or felt
in the best of poetry, music, artwork or song.
Aurora Borealis, the work of the Master Artist.
I am hiding in my bedroom, scared to death because my pajamas are not new.
I dare not put down my soup bowl because Bowl Licker will grab it up for stew.
I can feel him hiding under my bed, ready to grab it so I keep it beside me.
Christmas is scary, for I expect to see Christmas Cat under the tree.
Father Christmases, I say, in my most apologetic voice, hoping they all hear.
I can feel your presence, and apologize I could not get new pajamas this year.
I can hear Sausage-Swiper in the rafters, and he is free to eat all of my meat.
But keep Gryla away from us if you could, for I have had naughty little feet.
I can hear Stubby and Spoon Licker in the kitchen, slurping on our food.
They are teasing and laughing, truly in a funny Icelandic hilarious mood.
Gluggagaegir is at the window, peeping at me to open it up; he has a pup.
I dive under grandma’s homemade quilt, and cover my whole body up.
Christmas in other places might be happy, exciting, and a little bit tame.
In Iceland, we have thirteen Yule lads. Each has his own specialty fame.
If we are good, we can get candy from Skyr-Gobbler and his brothers.
But if we are bad, we can get boiled alive by Gryla. Just ask our mothers.
An overnight flight, I couldn't sleep if I tried
Too excited to see what awaited outside
We stepped off the plane to be covered in rain
For an Icelandic adventure and memories to gain
In a motorhome we went travelling around
Selfoss roaring, geysir erupting from the ground
On golden circle, we stood in two places at once
No time to see it all, we'd have been there for months
Now some whale watching, so we hopped on a boat
A playful humpback was out, so close to our float
So majestic and huge, you'd believe it to see him
Especially after the visiting their phallological museum
An amazing place full of tucked away hotsprings
A small "hot tub" in the mountains, of all things
Cheers with an Einstock and the viking thunderclap
I'll be back one day, but for now, that's a wrap.
Meet Iceland's purple majesty
Feel the truth of Aurora Borealis
Her sky imploded explosion
A gift from the sweetest and kindest angels
Her emerald ribbons
Her aquamarine braids
Iceland's evergreens marvel at her glory
Iceland's treasure shared with the world.
Smiling onto her people
Sharing her truths and innocence willingly.
Optimistic and proud
Feelings beyond mere words or song lyrics.
Soak in her colors
Soak in her delight
Soak in her universal love
Soak in her joy. Admire her awe.
Stjornarfoss Falls is a cold fat white spider
clutching an enormous boulder of rocks
An intimidating landmark near Geirland farm
Southern Iceland, and there is a walking trail
She captivates you off the path, putting you in harm’s way
You do not mean to meander, but you do, thinking you are safe
She smirks as you get closer, knowing you will soon
Be fully entangled and captivated in her beautiful web
In Iceland we settled down in a comfortable downy bed.
My man’s arm was a comfy spot for me to rest my head.
It’s a light show that you will see only once in your life.
I loved hearing his voice, knowing he now called me wife.
This honeymoon was a dream I did not think possible at all.
Yet, my husband made it come true; he is certainly a doll.
When he showed me the tickets I loved him a tiny bit more
Which is unbelievable for he I truly a hundred percent adore.
The light show began about nine p.m. Iceland time.
The photos do Northern Lights no justice, they prance in a rhyme.
I watched with fascination as they showed off their magic in the sky.
I know I will never have a better honeymoon, thanks to my sweet guy