Igloo, art thou frozen?
Take heed before the night.
Sun is sinking? Yet again?
Rage, red run the right!
Anger, ice is on thy wings?
Beat them furiously!
Bee and hornet, thy gift stings!
Poison, plight, and plea!
Time enough tomorrow?
That song is getting old.
Sin, thy light! Suffer sorrow?
Golem, let's! Our gold!
Wit, comprise a stratagem!
Sizzle in each mind!
If they make it our problem?
Fizzle as you're fined.
Pain, thy chain. Let me explain?
Waiting for the rain?
O my armies, cross the main!
Blossom, O my bane!
Counted, scout? Without a doubt!
Will and woof, rise! Rout!
Remember to go without?
What's it all about?
Temper-fount, now to explode!
Best to share the load!
Squashed on highway, O my toad?
Get out of the road!
Deadly is the dawn? Sac pawn!
Hear me, Kingdom Gone!
Mow the grass on every lawn!
Carrion crow caw'n!
Reckless is the prisoner!
Breaking free at once!
Dotard, how ? Thy vision? Blur...
Gaze upon the nonce...
Bluebird, if you only knew
How deeply lie fond thoughts of you
And though there's not much I can do
A glimpse you've had, a small preview
Of different ways I have to show,
To tell you, and that you would know
The only place I want to go
Is home to you to make it snow
Wearing thick garments against summer blaze
we huddle with joy* to smite freezing raze
amidst absence of snow
since such fact we all know
while virtually shut inside igloo's glaze.
Romans 15:13 - "Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost."
August 3, 2023
4th place, "A Bawdy or Funny Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/17/2023
Ice on my igloo
roads frosted over
Cursed, cutting cadaverous cold
deathly chill from Calais to Dover
Thought it was nippy
but my fingers are numb
Arctic algidity all around
winds whistle, envelop my town
Why must we endure
gelid, glacial Siberian air
Is warmth only comprehended
when to harrowing cold it's compared
One Winter
David J Walker
It is a drifter
Named winter
Who never
Keeps promises
One winter
I moved into an igloo
In the front yard
But only for an afternoon until
Mother called us in for hot cocoa
I loved to sled
I loved to stand at the window pain
And watch freezing rain turn to snow
Making me think of sledding
And when I might go
One winter
There was no winter
Only gray days that made you feel cold hateful
There was no snow there was no winter
If I were an igloos I would be different than the others,
more flamboyant.
Painted in rainbow colors,
I would play hip hop music, and I would wear
a colorful, feathered boa, sprinkled with glitter.
There would be loudness,
And frenzied dancing, possibly screaming,
Especially after the polar bears begin
Stalking my inhabitants
which would be pretty easy to find
in the whiteness of Alaska,
Thanks to the loudness of my songs
And my rainbow colors,
And my enormously wonderful
feathered boa, with the glitter shining.
I would have rapid changeover,
trading family after family,
Possibly switching to jazz or bluegrass,
but keeping the boa until it finally blows away on its own.
I, I, I, I – indeed!
Inspired, induced,
incorporated Inverted illusions in imaginations.
Ideas inexplicable ingress,
ingrained invisibly intact.
Iridescent Igloo! Impressive!
It is immaculate, ineffable,
icy ink inmost intrude,
inlaid Igloo instantly!
I in interjection,
inflicted infancy influx,
innocent interpretations,
inviting Igloo! insistently, in situ.
I ...... increasingly inflated in intend, interestingly.
Its’ interiors’ in incise,
imply invincibility.
Imperial Igloo! I imbue!
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry - Igloo
Love is beauty.
Love is careful.
Love is poetry.
Love is mindful.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Villanelle: Brand not a nation as Satan’s igloo
Brand not a nation as Satan’s igloo
All nations on their own play Satan’s role
If S/He created you, then Satan too
It’s the Satan in you brands other too
For the Satan in the other’s calls roll
Brand not a nation as Satan’s igloo
If Satan you think freezes in igloo
Tell me who made the Satan His equal
If S/He created you, then Satan too
Those who make nations also make igloo
For sure as Hell, nations will melt in thrall
Brand not a nation as Satan’s igloo
Nations are fine for boosting their ego
At World Cup trials where balls get to roll
If S/He created you, then Satan too
Sink oceans, level mountains, customs too
And the Satans will be caught shivering all
Brand not a nation as Satan’s igloo
If S/He created you, then the Satan too.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
These giant glass panelings
impressively thick and tinted
protecting and protective
of this impeccably efficient
industrial fortress for ages
my desert igloo for wages
I peer beyond the dusty swirls outside
losing count of my lost decades inside
Shielded from the noontime glare
I survey Saudi sands a-seething
for mirages mesmerizing
and, at sundown, for shadows
of oases palms hurriedly ascending
to the skies slowly descending
Time no longer stretches my patience thin
Friend, seems to me I've just checked in!
.
Snow over a foot deep
Thrown into a big heap
A pile we will make
If not for the kids sake
For an igloo they will undertake
Through the hole I will creep
Not a word I shall peep
Lying here trying to sleep
As I begin to shake
And my back begins to ache
I think it's time for a house break
I'll crawl out like a sheep
And it's off to the house to get some sleep
Igloo of ice gives
Light from warm fire, Aurora
Borealis out
Through giant glass panelings
impressively thick and tinted,
protecting and protective
of this impeccably efficient
industrial fortress, for ages
my desert igloo, for wages,
I peer beyond the dusty swirls outside,
losing count of lost decades inside.
Shielded from the noontime glare,
I survey saudi sands a-seething
for mirages mesmerizing
and, at sundown, for shadows
of oases hurriedly ascending
to the skies slowly descending.
Time no longer stretches my patience thin.
Friend, seems to me I've just checked in!
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