Late Springtime Hiku 18
late springtime glaciers
drifting in Southern O ~c ~e ~a ~n
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“What is the use of a house if you haven`t got a tolerable planet to putt it on.”
Henry David Thoreau
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Global Warming
what have we done
for glaciers to melt so fast
for forest fires to flare so often
for tornadoes to rage so strongly
for droughts to occur oft and anon
for flash floods to recur time and again
In the stillness of frost, the glacier rests,
Bound by the law of inertia’s quest.
Silent and steady, it clings to the land,
Until gravity whispers its gentle command.
A force unseen begins the glide,
Massive and ancient, it cannot hide.
For Newton spoke: F = ma,
And so the glacier carves its way.
Downward it presses, a relentless might,
Through valleys and time, both day and night.
The ice grinds rock in a cold embrace,
Shaping the earth, leaving its trace.
But action meets reaction's call,
As the glacier leans, the earth stands tall.
The ground pushes back with an equal refrain,
And meltwater flows where the ice once reigned.
From towering peaks to rivers below,
The laws of motion direct the flow.
A timeless tale of ice and stone,
Where Newton’s wisdom is clearly shown.
down the mountain side
glaciers calving in meltdown ~
sweltering planet
I feel the great dog approaching,
playing his rhythm on the usual sway
of the deck, a counterpart celebrating
the sky and water that holds us.
Beau, tongue lolling in tune
with temperature’s wand, has come
to lounge after his morning swim.
Settling next to me, he shakes
Damariscotta water on me, wedding
us to the rocks that enriched it
when this place was taking on form
that men would map and build upon
when the glaciers went their way.
My poem was about innocent hearts
not purloined, perfumed farts
'Twas about forever lingering kisses
not everlasting, beer-induced pisses
Verses extoling glaciers' sheer grandeur
no excretions of gooses or ganders
Lines conjuring up treasured memories
nothing about S&M or pederasty
'Course, publishers rejected it out of hand
~ nothing to stimulate readers' trash glands
what’s our breaking point
when tested under pressure
if egocentric
18-October-2021
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of brilliant blue,
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites-
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.
These huge shapes of water 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.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
majestic glaciers
the hottest day on record—
Antarctic meltdown
From time to time aye
Heavy glaciers crush us so
Refining our souls
February 1, 2020
5am PST
English Haiku
Glacial hills rise elevating fervid sights
Mesmerizing desires adorned turquoise blue
Arousing cobalt passions in sapphire heights
Floating cotton balls on melting cyan hue.
Above your scenic view gloats the sunlit sky
Lifting eager vibes upon hearing my sigh
Urging the frozen glaciers to woo romance
Embracing zealous emotions held in trance.
October 18, 2018
Rhyme: abab ccdd. Eight lines, 11 syllables each
Placed 3rd:Mid March 2019 contest by Brian Strand
stranded glaciers
tear drops stranded glaciers
rolling stone balls from my eyes
bat drippings
in
the
cave
canyons
have
all
run dry
i
am
but
an
thimble
setting
on your
thumb
take
me
on
an
ride
hide
me
from the sun
my poems
are like
an
buck it
eight
seconds for an ride
shouldn't take you that long
to see we are but a waste
of
time
under
manned
fear facers
stranded glaciers
?
stone glaciers
it dont mean
nothing
nothingness means me
questions
of
what
have we
what have we
transparancy murkier
what closet
doors
knob
"try to set the night on fire"
blazes follow
echoes through brokenness
which flame am i
answer the lunacy
answer the me end
answer him not at all
be sheetless
with me stains
rose bush faced
pedals merely
missing
kissing me
through you
kiss me again
and again
lets do it
again
stop it
leave me
alone faker
you have
stone glaciers
?
Glaciers
Gargantuan ice walls
Glassily reflecting
Glistening, churning seas
Grasping the edge of frost
Gripping softened sea beds
Growling in disbelief
Grimly accepting fate.
12/2/2016
submitted to – Pleiades G – Poetry Contest
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
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