Polar Poems

An Arctic Story

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

Poles Apart

Polar bear at the north pole,
floating on a lone ice floe,
thinks to himself,
'What happened to my world,
where did all the ice go?'

If to the south pole he did depart,
penguins to compare,
would he then be,
a well-traveled
bipolar bear?

Polar Lies

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)

weather if bi polar

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

Blubber Treats

Blubber Treats

Polar 
Bears
Break
Holes

Fur
Seals
Are
Meals

eye on the storm

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

Polar Bear Tale

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

Polar Winds

Pushing hard
against the words
the order
disarrayed
The ultimate guest
the consummate stranger
so close
— so far away

(The New Room: December, 2024)

Polar Bear

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

Polar Shift

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

Christmas Wishes from the Parents

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

A Polar Bear Story

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

Polar

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

Miracle

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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