Polar Poems - Poems about Polar

Perception is the potion where pudding holds the proof The details get bedeviled Martini’s all Vermouth A good girl or a bad girl the wind can blow both ways Looking right or looking left the truth — not on display (The New Room: May, 2025) ...

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Yesterday it was nearly eighty in Kansas City Today our high will be possible snow flurries Up down, up down, the weather is bi-polar She cannot be outguessed Get on board Or get out of her way She always wins...

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polar bears hunt too much swimming not enough ice ...

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Blubber Treats Polar Bears Break Holes Fur Seals Are Meals ...

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The sky is a cloudless crystal blue with a breeze to chap your lips I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red sailors take warning It’s going to get feisty cold, I’m told about the time we go back to school. A polar-bear vortex with all its features will spread its icy paws What jumps out at me first is...

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Polar bear chased Joe into a cave Already there was a princess and knave They waited until the big gal went to sleep Then stealthily stole away with nary a peep polar bear here polar bear there she gave us a scare, she gave us a scare Polar bear slumbered cozily away As they climbed out of her cave that day Hibernating now, the three...

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Pushing hard against the words the order disarrayed The ultimate guest the consummate stranger so close — so far away (The New Room: December, 2024) ...

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Polar Bear White on white, barely seen, Its senses aroused and keen. The legs move cautiously, And paws touch snow softly; The chionophile mills, then stills. And breathes intermittently, While its heart beats slowly, With black nose sniffing, And brown eyes squinting; Ears prick forward, listening. Something tells the bear, Something is out there! A scent in the breeze Or a sound echoing, That piques its curiosity. Early spring and darkness...

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Another leap year and politics roll on, and craziness has become the law of the land. Could geodynamo* caused by polar shifting cause brains to short-circuit, because it's all electrical don't you know? *Earth's magnetic field is created by the movement of molten metal—primarily iron—in the outer core, which produces electricity. This mechanism is referred to as the...

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The idea of Christmas snow in Michigan is replaced with fog Hot breath exhaled to cold lollipop trees My blurry life-sized polar bear salutes through the front window To me Staring back from the couch He is sweating out there in his winter coat House fills with noisy nightly ghosts Filling empty beds left from the grown kids Creaks I suppose from the...

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What do polar bears eat for Christmas as a treat? Lollipops, sugar plums, red hots and other things sweet? Let’s find one and ask I said to my cousin Ned. Unfortunately, after we did that, one of us ended up dead. Which one? My grandchildren asked, amazed and ready to know. I was flabbergasted at this logic; were they truly...

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Feelings are born of choice You follow the inner voice and decide Or not Which is also a decision in and of itself The easiest way to describe it is Bi Thinking of the cartoon trope Listening to the horns or the wings between ur ears To choose which opinion on ur shoulders you want to hear To be...

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I have seen pictures of friends on Alaska cruise, The Denali landscape looked so stark, no hues. No frozen or floating icebergs, no polar bears catching the fish, The caribou stood alone, in the waning forest, a solemn wish. I used my pixel phone, live translate to talk, To the lonely mature bear, we took a thoughtful walk. He understood my...

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I am the polar bear who loves to eat sweets. You can have hams, chickens and other meets. I like peppermint, chocolate and gingerbread. Especially those men baked by my cousin Ed. I am the polar bear who loves to taste icing every day. Frosting makes my pancakes taste a particularly wonderful way. You can have barbequed pork, hamburgers, steaks and...

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When I loose control, All hell is inside, Taken to the edge, A slave taken to ride, Brewed to let go, Explode into play, Bursting rainbow of colour, Sensitivity breeds decay. Keep the euphoria, Under lock and key, Bottle it up, A stored fantasy, Too little or too much Scared of running wild, Gentle human being, Needy attention seeking child....

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