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Polar Bear's Snowball in Hell
there's ten polar bears sitting on an iceberg
a few hundred years from now
their big brave eyes scared, resigned
conspicuously looking out at the horizon
proud once, now sad
the setting sun quickly vanishing, ominous
their lasting sun shine, darkening
their days numbered
with condemned walls closing in
the writing sad
coming to fruition
ice rotten
life is in the balance
teetering, hopelessly
the ten polar bear's noses sniff the air
like the once proud captain of the titanic
the dots connected
doom
reality sinking in, we're sinking
the iceberg keeps floating
ten hearts beating out of control
like the wayward passengers of the titanic
all around the rising sea
the iceberg, like a tomb, like the titanic
species of fish, seals, walruses, penguins
belly up on the surface
eyes looking straight up to the skies, dead
lips miming as if to ask why
the ten polar's bears heart pound harder
tears welling in their eyes
the iceberg quickly melting
the last clutches of their indigenous lands
now a snowball in hell
their kingdom gone
the gates to the other side creaking in
two million years or so of polar bear's evolution
wiped out, soon
giving way to man's ignorance
the effects of global warming
the Antarctica a once vast wonderland
for not
for the impending death of the ten polar bears
and a species
... die in vain
11/20/17
POLAR BEARS - Poetry Contest
This Congratulative Poem is dedicated to Ahmseg Concepts on her 20th Years Anniversary.
It's an honour to stand on this podium,
to recite my poem in front of dad 'n' mum,
brother and sister, friend 'n' lover in this hall,
hence, happiness covers my face like a coverall.
Now, listen to my intriguing lines and rhythm,
that smells like rose and chrysanthemum.
Ahmseg Concepts is like a garden of eden,
like a wellspring— creativity flows under it now and then,
like a brobdingnagian mountain it stands taller than bremen,
into Europe, Africa, Asia, Americas, Antarctica you burgeon.
Ahmseg Concepts you're indeed a prophet in creativity's field,
your preaches cease not circulating; among human it's unconcealed;
intelligentsias, ignoramuses and fools—you have healed.
many companies have faded like morning stars— yet you never yield.
Ahmseg Concepts, can you please tell me your shield?!
Today we aren't just celebrating an anniversary,
but rather a day to harvest the fruit of our patience and bravery,
in times of the scorching suns, the heavy rains, the tempest and our worry.
hence, let's wine and dine to give gratitude to God for this history.
But, before I leave this podium, can you permit me please?,
to greet my boss for his endurance whilst his committees,
for the success of this great event and also the dignitaries,
for their presence in our 20th year anniversary,
may Allah guide you all to your abodes as you join one of our beautiful memories.
Yisa Qudus Olamilekan
Qoys, Noble Versifier.
Ain't it rather ironic that "global warmists" got marooned in the ice!
Their Russian ship was held fer days as firm as a carpenter's vise!
A couple of other ships came to their rescue and also got stuck!
Sans the aid of the good ol' US of A, they'd a-been outta luck!
Egg-head perfessors keep sayin' that Antarctica is rapidly thawin'!
I ain't so sure 'bout that and I git mighty tired of their incessant jawin'!
Seems there's more ice than ever fer the hordes of penguins to savor.
Perhaps "warmists" could find more productive things to do, doing us all a favor!
Can't blame the big freeze on cows fer their emission of methane flatulation!
Wonder how Al Gore is gonna spin this awkward situation?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
I was in the company of my
siblings
Enjoying the comforts of my
sisters,
When they came at me
Armed with axes and machetes
determined to grind their oxen
They struck blows upon blows, cuts upon
cuts.
My limbs first, then my trunk came tumbling
down.
I shouted and cried all to no avail, none
came to help me;
Subdued,
I submitted to my fate like
Others
Gone before me.
Then calamity for our maltreatment
began;
Like a curse in due season.
My muffled cry earlier stripped of a voice
began to be heard.....
As temperatures increased by
one degree,
As appointed seasons altered
their course.
Floods and droughts became
synonyms.
The snow banks of the Arctic and
Antarctica,
Began to reach out in protest, not
unmindful of the depravations' of
the Polar bears and its ilk's.
Ozone, grumbling about the partitioning
due to the unholy alliances with Carbon,
Hurting the harmony that once kept them
in bonds.
But now some kind hearted kindred's have
given voice to my,
Cry.
They have taken note and are beginning to
act to save my other siblings.
(I hope it is not too late to save our forests, to
reduce global warming and preserve our earth.)
Written on the 4th November, 2015
moonlight falls
silent on snow
frozen towering wild turns its face to ancient sea
the ocean, brooding, darkly gazes back
waves crash on rock
ink upon the shore
beneath the endless starry surface
a world of light and wonder
fall and float among the luminescence
down
down
the kingdom of giants wide awake
among deep time and eons
majestic sirens of the fathoms
call to their kin across the stars
Titan, Ceres, Europa, Earth
sisters, cetaceans, sing
Antarctic abyss keeps its secrets
hidden since creation
epoch after epoch
as it was in the beginning
is now
and ever shall be... until
we meet amongst the midnight
in distant days ahead
Life in the depths of Antarctica
Discovery, walk, and walk in this cristal… cold world a fantastic
Amazing snow fields, wonderful landscapes, ice cliffs, feelings
Crunch of snow, music of this land, oh clean air, breath is lives
Penguins, seals, eyewitnesses of the real and ancient nature
A stunning fairytale land, ice fields, ice mountains, and visions
Invisible ice souls are dancing, living dreams, oh cold demons
Walk, walk into the land of ice, alone, oh, so nice, hearty place
From mine. Hmm, yes I am cold. Ask the ladies. But it’s so right
Right and nice to live in the cold unknown world of the real soul.
Antarctica is a clean place, my heart’s love, and living mind, I am in
Inside the supermind, wandering there in the top gift from the top life
Oh, thanks for this opportunity! dear life, I want the deepness of the life
Just walk, everything is snow, step in the snow, walk, walk, and walk.
It is an amazing snowy field, just walk and walk in. In my life, get it on in.
In this life, life is just a winning if you forget the human life. Come in far.
Walk, walk, just walk, into life, the ancient existence, crystal field life.
Walk, walk, just walk. The land is sprawling. Open space. Love of icy heart.
Walk, walk, oh, there is a deep space, get closer, there is a deep cavity
to down. We are in the underworld. Unknown world, an icy super love world.
Interesting halls in the deep world. Ice world. I am alone. Empty spaces on.
Again alone? No. – Who are you? – asks an ice demon. Looks me worried.
A human. – I answered. – From the world.
– Then go back. – said the ice demon.
– Why? – I asked.
– Because this is not a human home. – He answered.
An ice lady is coming.
Hello! – She greetings.
Hi. – I said.
Look – she says –, this is our world, not a human life
Icy world, but stay, dear handsome, now is icy your hair
Just stay. – she said. – And be a member with your heart.
With your heart. Colder soul of your life place. – She said.
– Okay, I understand. – I said. – But this is also a life; living
– Yes, this is a living life. You are right. Look around. Icy lives.
– She said.
I saw here a fantastic world. The living icy life, the clean life.
I want to stay here. This is the pure life. Back to the nature
– Yes, this is right. – Says a demon. – Look at this icy dream
Kangaroos bounce lower
for tis the season
some roo laze on their backs
smoke electric cigarettes
Green moments
are discovered in Antarctica
Give your thanks America
give us your huddled elves
your heaving tinsel mountains
sprinkle all our glary nights
Wild-eyed are the rug-rats
they expect a baby-born
one bearing gifts from Toyland
alas alack the three wise guys
took a wrong left in the sand
and found themselves Outback
they waltz now around the billabongs
seeking the vapor trails of large marsupials
and they, the Aussie big boppers
the hoppers, are just chilling
unwilling to face more festive day's
nor shovel up or scoop
yet more reindeer poop
You can take an agency tour
Or a cruise to somewhere exotic.
You can cram onto buses and trains
Or sway on a camel hypnotic.
You can stand on your toes in a group
And try to see o’er the crowd,
To possibly glimpse Mona Lisa
Or hear, though the noise is so loud.
Instead of coming home tired
And set for a week in your bed
Travel the way that’s relaxing
And see more and hear more instead.
I’ve traveled the high Himalayas,
Seen mountains and valleys galore
Trudged with the yaks and porters-
No frostbite, no blizzards, no sores.
From ocean to ocean I’ve wandered
Seen whales and dolphins at play,
Walked in Australia’s Red Center
Without face nets to keep flies away.
I’ve learned much about native people,
Their customs, their habits and lore.
I’ve even been south to Antarctica
And oh, to so many sites more.
And all of this time I was sitting
In my living room lounging chair,
Dressed in pajamas and bathrobe
With books piled around in my lair.
My armchair’s a magical carpet
That whisks me wherever I wish
No planes or lines of security
Just a turn of a page and –whish!
Something's coming
Something's already here
It's been around for billions of years
In the far reaches of Antarctica
Something dormant has been found
Like humans always do, we will prod to see if it will make a sound!!!!!!!!
See the clock face, watch the second hand
We think that we control time in all our lands!
Soon time will have no meaning; the seconds will not stop the bleeding
You see,
Something's coming because we've pushed too far
Something's grumbling because we lit the darkest part
Something's angry because we interfered with its place in time
One step too many could erase humankind
Prince of Arctic and Queen of Antarctica
The prince of the north region and the queen of the south region
They have had enemies for ages and ages, and now, oh always
This hatred is antagonistic, a killer mental war. Who is the power?
Who is the owner of the ice worlds? There is only one. But who is it?
There are two ice worlds. But these two are one. North, south. One
And there are two rulers. Prince of Arctic and Queen of Antarctica. Oh hell!
They can’t meet, because there are the temperate, Mediterranean, and
tropical zones
So the hate is eternal. But this is a long story, penguins said it to me
Hate, and love together. Prince of Arctic the Peace of Love, real cold style
Queen of Antarctica the power of the war. A story on. It will be written.
Man peace
The fate is war
Love comes
End of the war
Man and woman
Together the one
One is two,
but the one.