this winter is bitter
with temperatures sub zero
and wild howling winds
snow gathering in drifts
snow my only view
bare trees creak, groan
squirrels run searching, searching
birds are hidden, silent
people dress like eskimos
skin can quickly freeze
hands and feet protected
wrapped in hats, scarfs
yet, some go skating
and some go skiing
me, I light fireplace
cuddling with my cat
Categories:
eskimos, winter,
Form: Verse
How shall we get there? Mr. Snowman asked his wife.
She knew everything; she had not led a sheltered life.
We shall find a candy cane, it will take us to him she said.
They finally found one that was willing, all white and red.
Hop aboard! Invited the willing candy cane taxi cab.
She held still for them on a pinecone cement slab.
Santa’s Village please, Mrs. Snowman told their Uber ride.
She whisked them up and away in a swoop and a glide.
They passed igloos and the Eskimos came out and waved.
They passed a polar bear who had been deliciously caved.
They arrived at Santa Village in record time.
It’s Christmas said their Uber. She would not take a dime.
Categories:
eskimos, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
I have a unique talent everyone knows
I can balance cheerios on my middle toes
On both feet, and sometimes off of my nose
If I dunk them in chocolate and one of them glows.
Thousands want this secret from the Eskimos
Does it start with butterfly kisses, do you suppose?
The rumors run in circles tight like my garden hose
Here is the first part, you have to wear orange clothes
Secondly, you have to know two cousins, both Joes.
I cannot tell you the next two parts, said my Uncle Mose.
I rolled my eyes at his silliness, he wears pantyhose.
His stories are crazy, and blow as the wind blows.
Categories:
eskimos, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
*Image of Quebec City by LNEWS.
Hawaiian Eskimos
Quacking lone duckling on a crystal lake,
Queerly hops a loon, faux pas not a mistake,
Quebec, dad's trunk roads for sightseers,
Quaint scene, an edgy dad seeks volunteers,
Qualifying mountie, Hawaiians, he indulges,
Quality time, the whole of Canada, he divulges.
2022 July 26
Categories:
eskimos, travel, vacation,
Form: Couplet
I just remembered the Eskimos,
Strangely not wanting where The Sun glows:
Cruel winters not making them less bold;
To snows their answer an overcoat…
One would think the Eskimos long sold
In some trade to Territorial Cold
Blocks of Snow to yield their Igloos
That the beast limits like Doors of Zoos…
The Eskimo who in knowledge grows
In languages trainable and he flows
I, a linguist, can try their Yupik
But in the end might buy a toothpick!
The Eskimo who everyone loves
Could infected hands shake without gloves:
In far-off Alaska, most, hiding,
With their lives also touched Biden…
Without inhalers No Eskimos
Prednisolones, first, before I go.
Categories:
eskimos, absence, america, change, community,
Form: Rhyme
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 rapidly inform and entice.
Do Eskimos have any kind of ridiculous vice?
He smiles as he serves me salmon on rice.
Categories:
eskimos, travel,
Form: Monorhyme
Nip my nose! Pound at my core!
I’ll frame a warm blanket ‘round thighs and toes.
Decorate with icicles door-to-door!
My darling and me, nuzzling like eskimos.
Together we can take anything that Winter throws.
Throw a softball of snow my way
and I will merrily call in the snowmen brigade.
They come armed with carrots and stones…olé!
Dear Winter, who will come to your aid?
I shiver! I’m afraid!
Forget about that, I’ll take a nice sleigh ride
down a glistening hill,
with my honey-bear by my side.
With speed bumps, it’s quite a thrill.
Please Winter, don’t set out to kill.
Bitty flakes on my lashes, shoulders; I shake.
My sweetheart will take off my scarf, coat and boots.
So warm by the hearth, we’ll not soon awake.
Before that…we drink cocoa, eat cake with dried fruits.
We will dream of you, Old Man Winter and your pursuits.
12/14/2021
Categories:
eskimos, winter,
Form: Quintain (English)
Common cold
When I was a seafarer No one got the cold or the flu
on long voyages, it was only when the ship birthed
and official people came onboard we all went down
with cold/flu.
When this current pandemic pans out, we who have
been sitting in for weeks will be susceptible to other
illnesses that come along
our immune system has been weakened and we will
catch anything so hard we may die from a public cold.
Eskimos died by the hundred when the white man
came to safe them for Christianity.
Categories:
eskimos, absence, africa, business,
Form: Blank verse
Winter weaves a magic all its own,
After the snowfall the spruce and pines are touched with snow.
The roof tops filled with snow,
Santa and the reindeer could have landed.
Cross country skiers enjoying the day,
The crisp fresh air, where you could see your breath.
The pine cones hugging the branches of the evergreen,
Tipped with snow, looks exquisite.
Skaters gliding to and fro,
Making complex patterns on the ice.
With their beautiful costumes and elegant stance,
Mesmerized by the moves and music.
The snow king and snow queen ruling their kingdom with excellence,
The ice Sculptures created by the talented sculptors.
The igloos of the north, created by the eskimos,
The snowman and snow lady, Frosty and Crystal.
The skiers enjoying their winter paradise,
Dressed in fashionable ski wear.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Categories:
eskimos, adventure, appreciation, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Free verse
One Hundred And Fifty Eskimos.
.
A hundred and fifty Eskimos in town
It’s freezing cold and throwing it down
Hands in pockets heads down to the ground
The cars rush by with a slushing sound
.
The river is flowing a mucky brown
The tide is high
As trillions of tears
Fall from the sky
.
Oh boy
I’m getting wet through
And I’ve got so much shopping to do
While the Eskimos gather supplies
I’m wiping raindrops from my eyes
.
Little ponds grown
With ripples the naughty wind has blown
Get your Khak’s ready
And your wet suit
And your wader boots
.
It’s Friday it’s five to five
I’m so thankful
I’m still alive.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Categories:
eskimos, rain, weather,
Form: I do not know?
It's the same truth in the dark,
willows, wallows and parks...
Determining for our destiny those wild cracks in the fading parts...
Yes we know time but also this warnings hold upon an anxious orange desire.
Fightfully it is neigh an arrogance or Shepard,
fruitiously though,
when avoiding any other companionship-
its evolution itself.
Rotation of Eskimos in the north,
Banshee riders east and a hundred years...
And you,
simple, but still a single-
and that face never grows or awaits the metered escape...
Categories:
eskimos, books, dance, dark, daughter,
Form: Free verse
Search all Scandinavian rocky fiords,
Explore the Niagara Falls,
On back the Mongolian hardy horse
Gallop to the Great Chinese wall
Suffer of thirst and choking of dust,
Wear clothing to the holes,
Dip in Siberian forest at last
Explore both terrestrial poles
Not giving up any hopes and faith,
Each sound catching in silence,
Browse sorely every place
Of Southern Ocean islands
The wilderness Africa's valleys.
Igloos were the Eskimos dwells.
*
In vain! All koalas -Australians.
You not find them anywhere else !
Categories:
eskimos, animal,
Form: Verse
Where Are My Winter Jackets?
It's freezing cold here,
Where are my winter jackets?
It's snowing out there,
Where are my winter jackets?
The golden sun is gone on a leave,
Where are my winter jackets?
The walk paths are narrowly paved,
Where are my winter jackets?
The leafy plants are heaped with ice,
Where are my winter jackets?
The village well is frozen,
Where are my winter jackets?
The pond at the farm stead is glaced with blocks,
Where are my winter jackets?
The cacti are barely seen,
Where are my winter jackets?
Ants and hovering insects are gone out of sight,
Where are my winter jackets?
Flying birds cuddle in thicker nests,
Where are my winter jackets?
Eskimos peep out of their igloos with wide grins,
Where are my winter jackets?
Penguins parade on the sea shores,
Where are my winter jackets?
In a friendly city,Shoreview,Minnesota,in cottages,residents hide,
Where are my winter jackets?
On the busy streets of Queens,New York,buying et selling,mild,
Where are my winter jackets?
And clearly, I see winter is here,
Where are my winter jackets?
Categories:
eskimos, weather, winter,
Form: Rhyme Royal
Up in the northern hemisphere,
Eskimos inhabit.
There,a certain Eskimo is.
Fair and thick-skinned,
particularly short- heightened.
Agile,brave and enterprising.
Clad in a flurry jacket,
this Eskimo dashes out into the snow
through a route he plies daily,
whistling, la,la,la....la,la,la!
Soon,he returns with a trolley,
a trolley filled with fishes gasping for breath.
Right behind his igloo,
la,la,la.....la,la,la! ,this Eskimo whistles,
as one in a high spirit,
whisking one egg and then,another.
La,la,la...la,la,la!
This Eskimo whistles
as he fries his fish sausages.
La,la,la....la,la,la!
This Eskimo hares into the streets,
parading the lanes,
knocking at one door to another.
La,la,la.....la,la,la!
"Come buy my hot sausages",he sings.
Categories:
eskimos, motivation,
Form: Narrative
Who is behind all the trouble?
Is it the blacks, the whites. the Asians, Native Americans or the Eskimos ?
IS it the Jews, the Christians, the Moslems, the Buddhists, the Humanists?
Let me let you in on a little secret
THEY ALL ARE!
If you are paranoid you will find that your fears may well be justified
The trouble is about to arrive
So prepare yourself
Hold onto your place in the galaxy
For there are meteors and comets
of all descriptions
which may strike you down
Paranoid vistas
Something to ponder
While you await deep winter
Which always comes after the warmth dies
Categories:
eskimos, cool, emotions, fear,
Form: Free verse
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