Long Permafrost Poems
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Phoenix Defrosted
Given by the Sun God the good of the moon and some lucky stars
he sits full of fortune love and still in miraculous amazement under
the bright rays of southern soil soaking unbelievable kindness and
mutual compassion granted by soul searching and Higher Power
Love had been made before from a different fabric and the colours had
quietly faded to screaming silence frozen into glaciers’ clefts of darkness
Chances lead the way and permafrost was not forever when the mask
came off with all its distortions mangled ice melting into novel beginnings
It took him searching of feeling thought desire and some meeting of minds
revisiting gently rigorously what had appeared to be the only prospect
one of soundless demise and shattering unfeasible stagnant arrest in the
prison of domination wilted marred marriage depression and torment
Agony struck and it however ignited a passion unknown a mating and union
conjoined at hips and above for always and in all ways a heartfelt dance with
the Universe high and below inside and within a mango grooved delta of
Venus hot soothing lava engulfing new lovers’ poetic trees in poetry’s motion
Considering failure in cause and success in effect of landslides misfortune
bad luck and bad choices he is fortuitously graced now to thank destiny
constellation of karma kismet pure hard worked for chances where one thing
leads to another when the ashes are reshuffled and second fire is sublime
06th September 2016
ashes to ground ashes
dust to biting dust
birth to surrender
no phoenix
just crumbled trenches
no cross on the grave
blink of an eye
kissed amulet
steel for the battle
until last drop of blood
he held onto a prayer
clutched his weapon
when they broke his dog tag into two pieces
before snowfall covered his belligerent tracks
two halves conversed and confirmed the fact
that he should only live ‘until death do us part’
permafrost unforgiving
cold wars heating up
same message same fate
in the name of Father Son and Russian winter
an Unholy Spirit had taken charge of the battle
Stalingrad ... a footnote of history and tank chains
when spring came the steppe emerged unchanged
21st May 2020
out of the blue you arrived
not just the usual winter blues
more like permafrost with icicles
piercing all colour out of me
until everything was black
the dogs on my shoulder
a pack of wild hounds
haunting me down
growling chewing digesting
before there was no more prey
to be sucked out of my life
one of them in particular
showed no mercy but wore
the face of my ex a terrier
and I was the rat in my nightmare
a silent movie paused on its reel
clockwork arrested in agony
but death refused the call for
endless loops would not retreat
out of nowhere a petite woman arrived
in an aquamarine dress with whistles
and bells on her outfit
she led me to a cerulean sofa
took off my charcoal garments
undressed what was to become
she blew kisses and smiles
onto my naked skin and painted
flowers of hope in magenta and crimson
with honeydew stems and forest green shoots
the hole changed to whole in split seconds
of passion kindness compassion and love
lust for life if you want and hollowed depression
out of the blue morphed from beneath our moans
a young soulmate with a dolphin earring
who also bore some tattoos on her skin
but she calls it cinnamon bark
now we howl with the wolves
in tune with stellar composure
more than once in a blue moon
23th May 2020
The chill in my bones is familiar
Like the icicles grasping my skin
I learned I was cold blooded at five
When the universe told me my sin
The first thing to gather is paint
To aurify your skin with each stroke
When gilded they'll think you're just metal
So they won't be surprised when you're cold
The second task is the boiling pot
Learn to cook yourself over the flame
(If you boil the chill our of your soul
Are you sure it is you that remains?)
When that doesn't work you need to scream
Loud enough to get Their attention
When They all tell you there is no curse
Consider your ice with clear tension
Your permafrost sealed your inner chill
Yet hardened against all sharp objects
I'm sorry you boiled bruised battered bones
But definement rallies through progress
You decided that today your weren’t returning
I find it very sad and concerning
This is not the way it should go
Although it’s something that must undergo
This isn’t the solution
To find the resolution
A process being demanded
And leaves hearts and minds further stranded
It’s disheartening to know
That the professionals don’t show
Kindness courtesy or compassion
In any chat or conversation
It anger me to see your struggle
Stress on your face has doubled
It hurts my heart to see your pain
Helpless and hard to contain
Everyday that goes by
Could be another day closer to goodbye
Every moment wasted in there
Is another moment we don’t share
My heart breaks without you here
As every moment is filled with worry and fear
As a may never see you the same again
Everything changes in a day when
Those people don’t listen or care
Or treat you decent or fair
Completely helpless and alone
Life and thoughts are over thrown
A piece of my soul is lost
Locked in an icy chamber of permafrost
I am the tundra barren cold and numb
A frozen wasteland where no light can reach
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
In icy silence where no whimpers humb
My thoughts like glaciers grind, erode, and breach
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
The Amazon within once vital thrumb
Of life and hope now withers out of reach
Between these poles my insatiate self-succumbs.
Anxiety a howling blizzard's sumb
Entombs me deep a creature bleached of speech.
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
Depression creeps permafrost of my slumb
While echoes of lost joy my soul beseech
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
Yet in this waste, where all seems overcome
A seed of strength cracks ice defies the leech
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
The somber sky falls flustered,
wrecks the crown of bejeweled night.
The sickle moon slices its glow,
dissolving at the brink of blue.
In the depth of opaque onyx
ground hears the footfall of stillness.
Glacial sense of chilled passion congeals
the exposure of lonesome secrecy.
The broken wings painfully curled,
can’t fly in the lacerating chill of winter,
enfold the frosted psyche,
fervent warmth freezes unfelt.
Frail emotive candle flame flickers,
the wind of cold abandon blows it out.
Morose mist enwraps the winter nights
within desolate distress innately framed.
The sky of longing falls frozen
on the permafrost of arctic silence,
with the icy torrent of the forlorn heart,
buried deep in the gelid blue of seclusion.
The sky never complains about the storms,
but homes clusters of things we’ve lost~
to form a canopy of comfort,
amidst electric threads, suffocating in silence.
When cold is the air ~ tender and crisp,
cradling the gold within jinxed jasmines,
aching for a rosier rise of the sun,
as clouds sigh reveries, tinged with tears,
wreathed in memories,
of how love was once an orchid in summer,
now this heart trembles, frozen in numbness,
like a vine breathing in winter,
seeking tendrils of truth from soils of promises~
a quiet verse in a permafrost sonnet,
sealed with thistles ~ settling into nothingness,
but will the snow moon,
ever taste the hope within solitude,
that rests upon my tongue?
Or am I to remain a paradox of petals,
floating through flurry lakes of space and time?
Togetherness
Have you ever seen those beautiful sky paintings known as Fire rainbows?
You are one of them sparkling my life.
Have you ever seen those halos known as Ice crystal in the clouds?
You are one of them chilling my life.
Have you ever seen the spinning column of flames?
You are one of them when we often fight.
Have you ever seen those cute penitents?
You are one of them when I see you every day.
Have you ever seen Pele’s hair?
You are of them when we wake up together.
Have you ever seen the Blood Falls?
It is when we stop talking even for a minute.
Have you ever seen the desert roses?
You are one of them who blossomed my life.
Have you heard about giant permafrost explosions?
You are one of them when you get angry.
You are my rainbow eucalyptus and waterspouts.
You are clonal tree groves and eternal flame falls.
You are the spotted Lake and Nacreous Clouds.
You are my Green sand beach and starling murmuration of black sun.
Ice Ages Come With Colder Days
By February March moves on to centuries
Still the sky comes laden with atmospheric vapor
As light as ice, clouds abundance falls to the ground
As thaw fails to gather life’s potential
If nature could take her pulse it would be cold
As it turns whiter in the depths of endless frost
It moves much slower
Birds fall from trees, snow dusted cotton balls
Frozen, wrapped in winter gowns
Ice laden, as thermometers grow longer
To accommodate the permafrost engaged
Temperatures plunge next to zero
Stretched, bound to solid rocks
But why bother with the calculus
When the net effect is O
Where can barometers go but down
Where zeros abound out numbered
Devices known to man stop time
Unwind realities effects on climate
Blizzards lay out the land with no regrets
With blinding wind and white theatricals
Lost directions and compasses offer no hope
No protection in the endless snow
Where are the strawberries this year?
Why do blueberries not come to crop?
Dropped out of boundaries is Spring
Colored butterflies fly off the wing
Adopted by Winter it would seem
Frozen leaves hold on to cold
As on the trees they cling to memories
Fall spinning into muddied puddles
Turned to ice by dim moonlight
Reflecting lake’s late midnight
Sounds so quiet, so serene, as if not audible
Make their way to invisibility, silent in the air
Drift silky into mysteries of crystal ice
To nowhere special, collecting what air has to offer
Which is somewhere around but where
Words can not describe the inside outs of Winter
Ice ages are unforgiving, lasting for centuries on
For eons, music is unheard where it once abounded
Unearthed to be recovered in melodies un-listened to
Songs remain unsung however without the living
A world has yet to be discovered colder than our own
No one sings a song with no one there to sing along