Long Polar Poems
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it was her normal state of affairs
she smelled the cacophony of blindness
touched an overflow of drought
listened to audible brightness
tasted a crescendo of palpations
until she was so out of tune
with everyone else’s senses
that fragmented perception was joined
her friend uncovered shrieking silence
saw lush tastes in his mind
heard prisms of lightning
touched fragrances in his ears
felt anaesthetic pain an
tuned in to her ‘misperceptions’
together they would conquer
shadows mirages crescendos
refrains of a common chorus
combined healthy madness
illusions delusions
and untold stories of
tranquil unrest
stagnant motion
anosmia’s scents
hysterical blindness
unspeakable conversations
serious laughter
mosaics of beauty
squared circles
and ellipsoid parallels
when they mixed their blood
a tattoo went up into smoke
only to ascend a slope
of two rocks growing moss
with Sisyphus in reverse
the label of ‘other’
vanished into open closure
periphery became their bi-polar centre
surreal distortion gathered clear contours
and the silhouette of bedlam
granted them freedom
beyond any restrictions
she felt his voice
saw his speech
listened to his aura
while he smelt the touch
of her skin before they
made love once more
in total composure
and ecstatic foundations
upright they fell into each other’s arms
knowing that neuro-diverse means special
and gifted was a fine quality to share
10th September 2021
At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow,
Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show?
As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face,
The long-awaited walk soon becomes a shambles of a race.
Hands morph to splintered wood, eyebrows deftly freeze,
And yet the brochure promised we’d do this trek with ease.
Soldier on, embrace the frigid grind,
Pray aloud that inner fortitude to find,
Not a sound outside our laden breath,
Every move made with fractured hapless stealth.
But coupled to the cold a streaming sweat,
A larger wager would I not have surely bet,
That a saunter on the glistening Arctic Tundra
Would at most develop the art of soothing Mantra.
Then a booming voice disturbs this quiet introspection,
As the guide engages in frantic group inspection,
His walkie talkie comes suddenly to life,
Stern commands soon wailing shrill with strife.
Bears ahead with teenage cubs in tow,
Keep down, stay low,
Curb the chatter, pretend you’re but a stone,
Form a line, don’t venture out alone;
Rifle’s cocked, don't turn around,
Polar bears don't run - they bound.
Now move backwards, avoid their steely gaze,
Take full advantage of this soaring Polar haze.
Maybe minutes, but seemingly an age,
As we shuffle blindly stage by stumbling stage;
Our Dunkirk - the waiting rubber boats,
Ecstatic for anything that somehow runs and floats.
Back to the ship, sodden and quite sore,
Not to mention frozen to the epicenter of our core,
We huddle around cups of steaming tea,
Sharing stories of all we had to fear and see.
You may well ask, was this the fateful end,
Did we to natures will forlornly yield and bend?
It's true the thought did rather cross our minds,
Fearful of more unscripted scrapes and woeful binds,
However, a good sleep and liquid strength galore,
Did somewhat mollify that sorry shameful score.
For as dawn broke early the next day,
To a person did we in seeming chorus say:
Off we trudge as more adventure waits,
To experience all that Nature's majesty creates,
Our only thought one of craving more,
And so we went, still frozen to our core.
What is the future of the Human race
The USA’ is no leader today
Wrecking the natural world -a disgrace
Netanyahu is a war thug forevermore
The mid east war -total insanity
Humans act horrible I do deplore
What is the karma of Humanity ?
Two polar fates for Humans I embrace
Green party politics can save the day
Non Green politics we are dead -I say
What is the future of the Human race ?
Biden listens not to peace activists
Biden’s Vietnam -college protests I relay
The peace activists are not anarchists
The USA’ is no leader today
Humans greed will destroy us I decry
We ruin old growth woods without a trace
Read Bucky Fullers writings I reply
Wrecking the natural world -a disgrace
he grew up like anyone else
he was just the same
except
he was blest
to know the name
of the black and white seabird
with the blubber layer
and when that bird went down
he said a prayer
there was no sound
none
that anyone could hear
but
he felt the Secret Penguin's presence near
it's true
that waddling wonder was never found
that polar pirate
had gone underground
not to swim with the whales, sharks and fishes
but to continue to fulfill
children's wishes
those who had expected to see the last of him
had been reduced to so much
chum
smarter
than any other kind of waterfowl
he was wiser
than a great horned owl
the world
would see his vengeance reign
the Secret Penguin
was back again
Born broken into a world that isn't whole. Taking the remedies that are supposed to "glue your sanity", to your God forsaken soul. Went through groups to find comfort within, but the tools that were taught eventually were used towards your own destruction. Gaining new insights about yourself. Slowly coming to the delusion everything is OK, so just put the crazy on the shelf. That cycle has clearly not been treating you so well. You seem to be manifesting the childhood trauma you placed on that shelf. All of the setting aside is seeping and creating your own personal hell, one for only you to reside and dwell. I hope this time you can find a good seat, so you can take the time and make friends with your childhood misery. Encourage healing for your mind. Stop sticking things in places that one day you eventually find. Deal with the pain that's brewing inside. Your little girl will thank you and future you will smile from ear to ear.
I will not let my tears flow
In the face of all adversity
Pleasure I will gladly forego
if it means the end of perfidy.
We the people have little power
Like putty, we're manipulated
News is grim the mood is sour
Miasma of greed calculated.
Climate change, long denied
Escalates with alarming speed
Polar ice melting cannot deride
Obvious to all, please intercede.
Amazon needing conservation
Forest depletion is a crime
Deforestation and ruination
It's on the clock let's all call time.
Then Covid reared its ugly head
It took the world by storm
Populations sadly misled
Endless tears mourning the dead.
We cannot help our weeping grief
Pulling together we'll make this right
Challenges to face are beyond belief
Time to be brave as we all unite.
This or That
Poetry Contest
Sponsor
Edward Ibeh
Written 31/07/2021
I'm not a wild flower
I'm not a hillside meadow,
I'm nothing more than
dormant grass hiding
in a rocky mountain's shadow.
Lifeless at the edges,
Evergreen turned brown,
stepped upon by footsteps
from the villian of the town.
The summer is too long
The summer is too dry,
Where is the green keeper
Where are the grazing pastures
Where is the early red flamed sky?
Come to me
Sweet first October rain
Come to me
with spuming bubbles of champagne,
Sprinkle softly against my ear,
every lettter of your name.
Come to me,
Give me back the sparkle,
Cover me with glitter,
Do not let me die!
Do not let me wither!
Bring me back to life,
Wash me over with your
musky and earthy smell,
Wrap me in a blanket
of fluffed polar silver pearl.
Come to me
Sweet first October rain,
Let me bathe in gentle waters,
Let me soak,let me grow stronger,
in the outpour of your claim.
I'm not a wild flower
I'm not a hillside meadow
I am nothing more
than dormant grass hiding
in a mountain's shadow.
Come to me
Sweet first October rain,
Splash me green and greener,
Drizzle fresh drops on my pain.
Come to me
Sweet first October rain
Come to me
with spuming bubbles of champagne,
Sprinkle softly against my ear
every letter of my name.
The Northern Lights have always been associated
with myths - fairy tale - mystery and legends
One of these is that the Northern Lights
are light that dances in the sky
together with the goblins and trolls
A dance of the polar sky
In Northern Norway you can experience
Northern Lights from ringside seat
The Northern Lights consists of geomagnetic activity
It is also called winter heaven light organ
Nature's most magnificent phenomena
A party in many different beautiful colors
03.08.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four cafes, all in sync as they awaken from daytime hibernation to begin an evening ritual of turning on lights, welcoming thirsty patrons, discouraging lost polar bears, trying to survive.
Light bulbs hang in lazy swags, dripping evenly from the edge of each identical awning. Predictably, their glow travels as fast as the light itself creating a sudden and uninvited interruption of the Arctic desert landscape.
Sitting apart on their respective corners below, the cafes squeeze into a single pane near the bottom of my window. Leaning closer, I blow a hot and intoxicated breath onto the glass in defiance or retaliation, an attempt at immolation perhaps. Instead, my unused air lies wasted across the cafes on the other side of the window, in an irregular oval of futility.
I use a balled-up fist to wipe away the misty scene before it has a chance to evaporate and leave me alone, a desperate and inevitable disappearing act in the face of my curated isolation.
“just imagine a magnetic energy loop splitting form vertically
teleporting us to a deeper reality within, magically!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fact
stranger
than fiction,
as is oft said,
yet just imagine,
in real time, cognition
of pranic grid lines within,
through which bliss electricity
vibrates, moving of its own accord,
vivifying form with heightened rapture.
Imagine not, oh hermit! Know the truth
by feeling it deep within our bones.
Our form is split into two halves,
left side female and right male;
perfect polar balance,
as Ardhnarishwar!
Scriptures tell us,
this deep truth.
To know,
feel!
20-January-2021
‘Can you imagine’ poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France