Long Greenland Poems
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"In the Arctic Ocean, the echoes of loneliness are silenced by the stunning beauty of its icy waters, a living testament to nature's delicate balance between isolation and vitality." by Jami Patterson
"No, the Arctic does not yield its secret for the price of a ship’s ticket. You must live through the long night... You must have gazed on the deadness of all things to grasp their livingness." — Christiane Ritter, A Woman in the Polar Night
Arctic Depths
A sorrow sinks into the deep abyss
The crushing cold, a heavy, marble shroud
Where the faint sun forgets to ever creep
And whispers are not meant to be aloud
The water tastes of ancient iron, old
A bitter, sharp tang upon the tongue
As the deep secrets wait, forever cold
The immense weight of pressure, sharply flung
The narwhal glides in velvet, endless black
Its ivory spear, a purely ghostly gleam
Along the deep sea trench's lonely track
A silent, solitary actor in a dream
The ringed seals exhale a vapor white
Their large, dark eyes reflect the fading gray
A fleeting warmth against the endless night
Before the heavy darkness pulls away
A mournful silence fills the aching ear
A sensory, profound, and deep despair
For every sturdy creature dwelling here
Breathes in the ice-cold, heavy, chilling air
The mighty Greenland shark moves slow
A cold-blooded phantom, old and vast
Observing everything below
A living relic from the past
Its body is a dense and frozen thing
Moving through the current's icy sweep
No joyful sounds the deep can ever bring
Just endless, chilling slumber while they sleep
The Ocean floor, a vast, pale sheet
Where slow-motion currents gently flow
A rhythmic, cold, and soundless beat
The profound, dark truth the deep must know
Written By: D. Collins 5/7/25
Mr. President, you have a bitcoin run by your family.
Wouldn’t that be the definition of selling prestige?
You went at Hunter Biden claiming that’s what he did.
But you’re putting dollars in the pockets of all your kids?
You want Canada and Greenland to be your accomplishment.
Yet, rundown and deport those not of Caucasian descent.
The World has color which shines so beautifully bright.
That means this country will never again be Lilly White.
Mr. President, are you there? Are you hearing me out?
This ain’t about red states down in the Dirty South.
I step to you because of my bewilderment.
As to why I pay more for drinking Heineken.
Echography
On a bed attached to many wires, my body was prodded
by female hands, at my age, it was not everyday people touch me.
My heart sounded like an old steam-ship battling the waves off Greenland
seeking calmer water; as for my pacemaker, it sounded like
a pump in need of repair.
I fell asleep, which caused laughter from the staff; it is not often
happen to a patient.
Then it was over. I thanked the staff, the finding if any, will be delivered
by my doctor next week, she can also take a look at the lump
In the middle of the chest, the last time I was operated
for this, it was called cancer.
They come with polished shoes and clipped smiles,
a delegation of two parties, two chambers,
chasing headlines across the sea,
while the ice beneath our feet has no such illusions.
“Do not worry,” they say,
as if reassurance can purchase sovereignty,
as if Greenland were a chess piece
on the board of tweets and tariffs.
We nod politely, pour the coffee,
watch them measure fjords with their eyes,
thinking in votes and press releases,
while we measure time in centuries of ice.
Takeovers may glitter in their imaginations,
but here, the land remembers—
it remembers treaties,
it remembers patience,
and it laughs quietly under the aurora.
So go back, legislators,
to your chambers and your cameras,
we will remain:
not a prize, not a footnote,
but Greenland,
with glaciers that do not bend to ambition.
Restless Summer heat
It is odd how we forget we live on a restless planet
the talk of the melting ice cap is true enough; it melted
before when Greenland was a hot house for plants
In Spain and Portugal, the impression is of two lands
are burning tragedy we blame people for
but we overlook that there was a serious fire in 1823
so nothing is new on the planet
Flooding in Pakistan has happened for a long time
where people work on land, that is the path of
flooding and avalanches, not every inch of land
is suitable for mankind; we are on borrowed time
Earth will shake us off like a louse on a dog's fur
A POETESS’ MURDERED LIFE
This is for Renee Nicole Macklin Good!
-Poets of the World
The gunshots of ICE (Trump's anti-immigrant serial killers)
Rumble in the air of Minneapolis, Minnesota (USA)
Filling people with panic, terror, and fear.
They have witnessed the death
Of a precious poet, a writer, wife, mother, and aspiring guitarist.
Winner of the prestigious award from
The Academy of American Poets for her poem titled:
"On Learning to Dissect Pig Fetuses"
She died from two precise shots.
Death that the mad evangelical
Criminal and fascist Capitol Hill man
Applauds with the hands of all his henchmen
Who venerate and worship his wealthy cock
With two balls that he wants to resemble, no doubt
Those of the Mongol warrior
And conqueror Genghis Khan
Who unified the nomadic tribes
Of this ethnic group from northern Asia
Founder and first Great Khan of the Mongol Empire
Whose Nicole’s death the republicans applaud and cheer
Swallowing all the lies they tell about her death.
Perhaps because she was a woman and a poetess
A fighter for the dignity and freedom of her community
The madman of the Capitol Hill has raised his neck
To take part, without being present
Dancing his “dance of the disabled”
For the death of an innocent, beautiful woman
A defender of human rights.
The “madman of the Capitol Hill” is afraid
Because he thinks that
She and her people will take away his empire
Leaving him dethroned and a mere pittance.
Perhaps, also, because of her extraordinary poem
Awarded in its day well deserved
That the whole country now recites
And will recite forever
Remembering her
So that the poem and she
Will not fall into oblivion.
Now, this madman in the Capitol
Deafening the ears of the people
With: War! War! Or: Peace! Peace!
Death to immigrants and adversaries!
He won't light a candle
On the makeshift altar dedicated to her
But instead wants to march to Greenland
To screw over the Vikings or whoever
By dropping the atomic bomb on them
Or buying their rare earth elements
With money acquired through slavery
As he himself boasts
Dancing his repeated dance of a disabled person
Which, like a dense fog
Dispels his murderous and criminal eyes.
Wake up O Inhabitants of this Earth
Wake up O, inhabitants of this earth
The darling children of Almighty God
You may be living in any region, country or state
In any land, Buildings, farm house or on a river bank
On hill tops, on plateaus, in plains or in deserts without rains
Or you may be living in the remains of a green valley
On in any of human’s most dear concrete jungle homes
Or may be in the icy Greenland
Wake up O, the inhabitants of this earth
O’ darling children of Almighty God
We are in the process of eliminating
Our four billion years old dwelling venue
In around four hundred years only
The Earth was built and filled by Nature
By the labor and patience of many million years
What great miracles we have done on Earth
In just four hundred years only
We have stolen the God given treasures of Earth
And have destroyed the most precious among the gems
Its peace, quietness and tranquility
Replaced by wars, explosions, noises, unrest and anxiety
And have damaged beyond immediate repairs
The priceless God given shield of Ozone
Which hangs much above the earth in the sky
And has protected us as a Savior like God
But destroyed by humans like
fools destroying its own Paradise
But what humans have done to our most beloved Earth
In the last one hundred years is the real threat
To all the darling children of Mother Nature
Dear to us as Air, Water and Earth
They are in the danger of global warming
Which is the result of the misuse of knowledge
And blindly exploiting the Air and Water and Earth
To meet our never ending needs, luxuries and whims
...to be concluded
Ravindra
Kanpur India 9th December 2009
*Jheels ( A Hindi word means Lakes)
*A singing bird of India like Nightingale
As the September of my days befall me it crosses my mind
soon my Autumn shall pass and Winter beckons me
Are you prepared dear mortal to accept death
face it, can you look death in the eye and smile
The Greenland shark can live to five hundred years
mysterious creatures of the seas
I catch myself remembering the birth of Spring
it fades softly and slips away
My Summer years full, brass and young
too much fun for life is endless in youth.
Now body worn, showing time with aches and pains
everything falling apart held together by medical wonders
Family and friends fade from life one by one
and you always get that senior citizen discount automatically now
When you outlive your pet Macaw you know time is escaping
faith important again, finding renew meaning is frost ensues
A false belief of immortality only a child's heart can see
in the eternal youth of Spring. Winter approaches
Do you prepare everything for others to ease their life
when you are gone or do nothing for it is easier than facing
Mortality.
Silently awaken to the beating of the heart
Suddenly my tummy dances butterflies
Thoughts accompany the silent night.
My body burns with passion and sadness
Anguish and guilt laugh at me
My frozen heart has been warmed
Couldn't hold back even though I knew that you were trouble
Your arms assured me safety
The few minutes spent by your side, I felt like a chick that has learned to fly
Dearly beloved, why did you come when yet you couldn't stay
You woke something in me, that makes my heart limp at your sight.
My ignorance of the "L.O.V.E" world has been wrecked
I had been a lost penguin in the Sub-Sahara
A camel in the Greenland.
I hid away from looking into your eyes afraid to never be able to erase the glad eye
I pretend not to care,like nothing happened but my heart bleeds.
It's worth a minutes' dream but divisible reality.
In a split second you were gone and my fingers felt cold without your cuddle.
The white wall
To begin a new cycle is hard not much happens around here, the street is the same as yesterday Rui, the English, is still working the till at the local supermarket, smiles, speaks upper-class English, And carries a secret, I would like to know about
I think he is from a wealthy family, but a scandal broke out, he made the housemaid pregnant, and in his circle, it was seen as the apogee of horror, or he was involved in financial fraud and had to leave, hide, and change his name to Rui
At lunch, in the café on the first floor of our building, the old couple sat. The man, who is in love with my wife came over for a chat, and his wife smiled she knows her husband was useless, as for me. How can I be jealous of a man who is older than me?
Nothing else happened that day except for Trump, who wanted The Panama Canal and Greenland too, this pathetic, old President with his blond hair trying to look young, but he is not fooling us, this idiot trying to buy Gaza and move the population to Egypt
Then it was late afternoon and time for a nap