Long Artic Poems
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Frozen and still..
Artic cold winds blow rapidly..
Strong winds whistling..
Loudly..
The wind cries..
As it strength roars in fury..
Blown away from the intense force..
To run for cover..
Escape the wrath of the winds
Frozen and wind blown from the forces of Mother Nature..
I found my shelter..
As I feel warmth and security..
Though frozen I still am..
I remain in a state of melancholy..
The cries of the wind matches the tones of my cries..
My eyes sting painfully
As if a bee sting had stung them
Tear drops roll slowly down my cheeks..
Eyes blurry..
I dry my tears..
The winds no longer cry..
I no longer cry..
In my somber moment there is complete silence..
So peaceful and quiet..
To reverse my state of frozen inertia..
Followed by my sorrows..
I am in prayer mode..
I pray...
As I surrender ..
I feel a warm loving breeze..
Surrounded me in divine love..
Though I no longer cry tears of pain..
I now cry tears of joy..
As I am held..
In the loving arms of the divine light..
Abridged Alaska along the freezing Arctic edge
lives the ivory Polar Bear, a vigorous carnivore.
They enjoy eating the tough walrus, beluga
whales and seals. They can sniff out a seal’s den
up to a mile away. They only hunt and eat prey
every four to five days at a time.
Polar Bears are marine mammals spending time
on the ice, with thicker fur than any other bear.
The have layers of black blubber keeping them warm,
because those frigid temperatures can be rough!
When the snowy days begin to swarm, there’s
nothing colder than that Artic atmosphere.
Their flat feet are like oars for swimming and can
swim up to two hundred miles from land. They
have been known to swim up to six miles per hour
at any given time.
When they’re born they only weigh about one
pound and approximately twelve inches in length.
One of the tiniest mammals on earth, so intriguing
yet hard to comprehend.
Adult Polar Bears can grow almost ten feet from
nose to tail and weigh up to one thousand seven
hundred pounds.
Females can produce up to five litters in a lifetime;
the lowest of any mammal alive.
Mating season is late March through May, but sadly,
not all the cubs born can survive the climate.
These lazy bears rest up to twenty hours a day
for strength, yet do not hibernate like other bear species.
Polar bears are kindhearted yet persevere to survive.
They cool off by rolling around in the snow or
taking a dip in frigid waters. These adoring creatures
have no natural enemies, and have a soft and
delightful temperament.
Except females taking care of their cubs, Polar Bears
are mostly solitary mammals, enjoying daily life
by themselves.
Their lifespan can reach up to twenty-five years,
but they are still on the endangered species list.
How can we save the Polar Bears?
Polar Bears would benefit from reductions of
greenhouse gas emissions. Helping to reduce
climate change would help immensely. There are
only about twenty-five thousand Polar Bears left
in the world today.
May we all take care of the environment to
ensure the quality and quantity of these beautiful
animals.
Polar Bears Contest
December 4, 2017
when summer delight is over
and on the ground the leaves lay
and nothing is green for it has turned color
oh, watch the leaves in their swirling, twirling
dance of tumbling and trembling
and the trees are wearing crimson and gold
oh, come down a forest path with me
where all around us nature is changing magically
then too soon, a cold wind is rattling my windows
while under blankets I snuggle warm and cozy
and my garden flowers will bloom no more
as they have gone to sleep
yet, still the birds sing for me each morn'
and the trees are bare and brittle swaying
just waiting for their gowns of pure white
and a fireplace flickering gives me true peace
as a wild artic wind howls
beyond my window
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June 3, 2021
Poetry/Verse/beyond my window
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1360-893-03
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, All Yours (Jun 4)
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Genesis 1:16 Context
13And the evening and the morning were the third day. 14And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years: 15And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth: and it was so. 16And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also. 17And God set them in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth, 18And to rule over the day and over the night, and to divide the light from the darkness: and God saw that it was good. 19And the evening and the morning were the fourth day.
Out on the porch at faint light
Cool air surrounds the poet
It transports to a quieter time
Don't you just know it
Silver sliver moon
Nestles rough scars, dark side....
Star of the morning
Surrounded by artic blue sky
Brush stroked with streaks of light gray
As doves softly sing their morning song
A magenta sun warms.
Tips of silhouetted forest pines
Seen through spider web catching swarms
The sunbeam light fills closer trees
Its brighter light reduces
Star of the morning to a dot.
Clouds moving across confuses
The beam of the sun reaches out
Gives the writer improved light
Reveals all her mistakes
Clouds turning magenta delight
What a way to start the morning
Enjoying cool given
God in His mercy grants this time
These moments create a haven
I know this is a duke's mixture/probably plenty of grammatical mistakes, etc.
black and white landscape
a colony of penguins ~
standing and waddling
in the oceans depth
lives a black and white giant~
orca killer whale
seal on an ice flow
oblivious to danger ~
head butting whale strikes
egg laid by female
emperor penguin stands guard~
female goes hunting
not in Africa
elephant and leopard seals~
sea is their jungle
hourglass dolphins
smaller than a bottlenose~
keen bow wave riders
home is in the air
the wandering albatross~
a ten foot wingspan
in the frozen south
a species of royal bird~
the emperor penguin
the antarctic terns
fly over a silver dish~
krill is on the menu
thick and warm white coat
a camouflaged artic fox~
unseen in the snow
top of the food chain
carnivorous white giant~
fearsome polar bear
Dirty, matted fur, with clumps missing
Black fur, but looks brown form mud
This stray cat has had a hard life
Thrown out by it owners
Abandoned on the streets
Lost more fights then she can count
This stray cat has had a hard life
No place to call home
No food to satisfy her huger
No water to quench her thirst
This stray cat has had a hard life
One day this black cat
Meets a white, a white cat
The most beautiful cat she had ever seen
This stray cat wants nothing more than to fit in
The black cat wishes to change
She wants to be like the white cat
She jumps into a bucket of white paint
This stray cat wants nothing more than to fit in
Now with fur white as snow
Fur sticking up on all sides
With the stench of paint
This stray cat wants nothing more than to fit in
The white cat approaches
With her eyes flooded with concern
She gesture for the black cat to follow her
This stray cat wants nothing more than to fit in
The white cat takes her to a pond
The black cat is nervous
She thinks without the paint she is ugly
This stray cat wants nothing more than to fit in
The white cat looks her in her eyes
And says "you are perfect just the way you are"
The black cat gets in the pond
Her fun now black again
The white looks the black cat in the eye
And says confidently
"your fur is black as night"
"our eyes are like artic pool"
"they sparkle like a diamond"
"and they shine like the moon"
"you are beautiful on the inside"
"and that is all that matter"
"i see your inner beauty"
"and if they can't see it"
"then they are blind"
This stray cat has had a hard life
But still she smiles like she nothing happened
This stray cat used to want nothing more than to fit in
This stay cat does not care what you think
So don't even try
This stray cat is perfect just the way they are
And if you can't your blind
Arctic front just a little seems to much
A tolerance to something with no passion or no desire
To be that frozen bird on the wire
Burning purpose Burning reason
reason to plant the greatest ideas
A non-touch society bleeding out slowly
As they shape our mold
To be a force or be a commune
Starving the less prepared
Now their army they call us the metronome
Building their power forgetting humanity's moral disaster
Ambiguous though they left us no escape held hostage
Corporations traps us always fighting for food.
Panic it's out of their control
We the people
Hold all the cards
Watching the economy teeple
Expecting only handfuls to be still driving cars
I have been stuck in a black hole
searching for ammo for my soul
Searching for camo
Before gravity takes it's toll
Now it's 2066
They think home will be hit by some close encounter
Some near Earth object is eyeing annihilation
Apophis at 3.4km on 2029 sounds pretty close
Apophis Just go away we don't want you back
Writing writing on the wall
I see the future
Soon to call
What's to come
Will surely pass
I'm not afraid
For it won't last
The sun will rise
And it will set
What's Meant to be
Hasn't happened,
Yet!
But it will
I have no doubt
While I'm here
Or after I'm out
So many possibilities
For me to think about
Will it come
In rain of fire
Freezing cold
An artic Myer
Dropped like bombs
In World War 3
It is coming
When will that be?
Somethings brewing
Before my eyes
I hear the warnings,
Know the lies
They try to confuse
The truth in a disguise
My heart can feel
The dark black cloud
Above my head
It's thunders loud
I'm awake
Unlike the dreaming
That we are safe
While the world
Is scheming
There will be
Nowhere to run
Deaths at my door
I'll fight
Til it's done
But this war
Cannot be won
They have the power
And we are out gunned
Sheeple people
Line up to fall
The plan from the beginning
Is to kill us all
I cried my heart out
For i am hurting, but no one pays attention
Ozone depletion my signature symptom
But they wouldn't let go
I cried out until until my tears caused floods and stirred storms
My piercing cry caused droughts
I changed the times and seasons
To let you know that I was tired
I needed rest all along, but they would let me be
Trees fell like spent match sticks in a bin
Smoking chimneys like the dragons of old
I cried the more yet no one heard me
Then 2019 came calling Corona virus,
Wuhan set the place and the tone
Then they heard my cry and shut down the factories and the cities and the tanking cars.
The burning gas ceased, the place of consumption slowed the pace.
Ozone's healing in place suddenly
Nature's respite claimed.
The air smelled better,
The rain fall a reminder of the yonder years.
The Artic and Antarctica rejoicing
Temperatures going South
The rainbow and the sunshine
My convalescing signature
Natures circle is turned full cycle.
Covid-19 a blessing in disguise.
(Written on the 14th May, 2020)