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I sensed eyes on me but saw nothing but Arctic white
The sun was high, and the frozen crystals were sparkly bright.
My snowshoes stopped in the middle of the ice, as I looked around
I finally spotted an Arctic wolf pack, sitting quietly next to solid ground.
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Ottava rima
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What icy wind has brought this darkened day
it hearkens to the depth of it's bowel
from this day hence,until the month of May
like the lonely wolf mates, deep throaty howl
to breathe is almost like a winter fray
as so dost the Arctic Polar Bear scowl
My heart yearns for the budding in April
Thus will quell this winters foreboding shrill
Tough style!
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Fibonacci
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a
lone
grey wolf
banished from
the pack; an outcast
roaming the vast Arctic tundra
in search of prey and another pack to belong to.
encountering polar bears; it's a struggle for survival in the harsh elements.
Writing Challenge - O words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme of choice: Outcast
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 03/25/2023
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Free verse
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bringing mysticism into vogue
arctic lights are more flamboyant than rainbows
there is a stillness that inspires reverence
heaven surely can get no closer to earth
I want to run with the sky to the source
a wolf howls in the distance
toasty warm I stare at the horizon
magic oozes into my spirit, reviving my soul
as I watch the sky goddesses and gods dance
knowing I will remember this every day of my life
they will probably follow me through the veil
I figure this is what the road to heaven looks like
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Personification
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In majestic beauty I stand alone
My lifetime mate included
Together on land we build our home
Preferably secluded
My five foot wingspan is solid white
Hunting is done in the light
Fish, rabbits, rodents and birds are nice
Lemmings are a daily delight
With yellow eyes and beard of black
I rule my frozen domain
Neither fox nor wolf would dare attack
Even eagles are aware of my fame
The ghost like snowy male owl am I
With razor sharp talons to die for
Arctic tundra is where I prowl up high
Where snow peaks are just the ground floor.
Feb 6 2016 an original poem by Daniel Turner
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Rhyme
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Greed overtakes any prospector looking for gold.
Here I am above the Arctic Circle braving the cold.
The bitter freezing is enough to kill anyone young or old.
The river flows under a very thick sheet of ice.
Temperatures at fifty degrees below zero are not nice.
It is late morning, and the sky is a crepuscular gray.
That golden orb called the “sun” has gone away.
I won’t see it again for weeks as it is below the horizon.
That big husky dog with me is much like his timber wolf cousin.
To keep warm, chewing tobacco is of no use.
Anyone can grow a beard from frozen tobacco juice.
It is unlikely the subzero temperatures will get any higher.
Until I get back to camp, I will just have to build a fire.
Based on the short story “To Build a Fire” by the late Jack London
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Free verse
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The beautiful young woman’s accent was unusual.
Was she Romanian? Ukrainian?
Geoffrey could not place it, but he enjoyed hearing it.
Her soft voice sounded European.
Are you from the other side of the world? He asked her.
She smiled at him, giving nothing away.
Could you give me one more clue? Geoffrey asked.
Without hesitation, she threw back her head and howled.
Nothing faux about her howl, it was a bonafide wolf howl.
Long, furious, keening. Wolves in the forest answered.
Geoffrey was intrigued; this made her more genuine.
“You were raised by wolves,” he guessed.
“What kind of wolves?” the young beauty asked him.
His gaze melted into her ice blue eyes.
Arctic wolves?
She thought this was hilarious.
She was raised by amber-eyed wolves in Germany’s Black Forest.
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Dramatic Verse
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The missing link of their humanity
got replaced by Neolithic bonds,
uncivilized howls of cruelty
Crucifixion affliction in iron lung demand;
release the wolf, kill the Lamb
Many Stone Age hearts
numbed by the touch of their Ice Age hand
Shrill vocal vote count,
Pliocene election in rudimentary action
Selection process yield feral satisfaction,
innocent blood amount
Such hollow compassion,
an enamel mirage
Arctic fox visage
smiles in frozen fashion
Spiritual dementia!
Void choice cast with null gravity,
causes grey matter to serpentine tongue wither
from Paradise entropy
Moral absentia,
such a soulless endeavor, verily
Golgotha roll call was a Leviathan ballot slither:
Double helix cross of savagery
The most ungodly deed
recorded in history —
Ancient voices on an apocalyptic trajectory
The stench of Praetorium sin,
echoed by those
who primordial breathe
7-4-21
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Haiku
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HAIKU
the land rises
an earthquake moves a mountain
barren waste
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man-made pollution
the sixth mass extinction
new life evolves
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boiling oceans
arctic wastelands melting
troubled polar bears
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new life evolving
will mars be resurrected
dreamland visited
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super nova
kills silently
vaporisation
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golden meadows
wind whispers
country dancing
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seasonal singing
oceans raging… surfers surf
the lone wolf howls
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whales blowing
albatross glide forever
natural happenings
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smoke inhaled
wrapped in paper
slow death
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hunger moon
torturous February
deep snow
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painted ladies
a wonder… a butterfly
beauty on parade
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toad
in the hole
yummy
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life
biological
diversity
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confounded
every way but which way
nature lost
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bright red frogs
natures warning… danger
eat… you will croak too
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Blank verse
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News and lies
I read about a new type of grass keeping the reindeer
happy and fat, this news is as far away as the military action can be, by Israel who are not willing to accept anyone else, on the turf of people who didn't have the
legal right to occupy the ground
In the meantime, the polar bear insignificant in the scheme of life, has lost its healthy fur lives on garbage, and hates those who walk on two legs, but this doesn't include the arctic fox that has learned to dance
to survive.
The howling wolf so feared in folk tales has been lobotomized has smaller ears and helps the farmer keep human thieves from slaughtering sheep and stealing chicken eggs
they have won the prestigious prize given first seat when elks swim in pristine lakes pretending to be mermaids
The good news is, or perhaps not, the woke brigade has painted off fat white men smoking cigars
removed, the picture was replaced with a nice Disney drawing of cute bunnies dancing with dusky Snowwhites in a clearing in the forest.
While somewhere out there, in the woods of New Zealand, the Tasmanian struggle to survive if only in old romantic men's fantasy, seeing themselves as the last breed as they slowly fade out to the left
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Narrative
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Oh that I could speak with the Northern Lights,
And commune with the Spirits therein.
Or dance to the tunes of the Arctic wastes,
Return to a life - sanguine.
Oh that I might commune with Wolf and Bear,
And hear of the tales they could tell!
To share their life in the cold barren North
Which Southerners think of as Hell!
Oh to swim neath the ice of the Arctic seas,
And fish with the leopard seal:
To cavort with Orca the Killer Whale,
On a hunt for his daily meal!
Oh that I could bask in the Midnight Sun,
With a Walrus taking its ease:
Or soar with an Eagle through ice blue skies,
On a flight to wherever it please!
Oh that I could run with the Caribou,
Or watch the Musk Oxen grazing.
That stoically stand with backs to the storm,
And show patience most amazing!
Oh that I could play with Sea Otter pups,
Or feast on the flesh of a clam.
Or watch a litter of Arctic Fox cubs,
Play close by their vigilant dam.
Oh that I could see flocks of Geese and Ducks
That feed on the lush Arctic grass.
Or to quench my thirst from waters cold,
That flow from an icy crevasse!
Oh that I could return to that pristine land,
Which my anguished heart calls home
To the land where I was born and raised,
That calls to wherever I roam!
Oh ‘tis true, my travels of far and wide
Have shown me worldly delights,
But the Arctic is where I’d rather be,
Under the glow of the Northern Lights!
Rhymer.
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Narrative
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As a young boy
I watch with interest the small man
Wolf Hunter - a wise father of the hunt
He begins an old ritual
coating his knife blade
rich animal blood and tallow fat
freeze
Wolf Hunter adds another blood-tallow layer
freeze
and another – freeze
A frozen tallow-blood knife
Wolf Hunter knowing the wolf
fixes his knife in ground
blade up
prays and leaves . . .
Grey wolf sniffs air and begins to run
blood is on the wind
he licks, tasting the delicious blood-tallow
He howls into the night and licks faster
a blood lust building
lapping the blade until the sharp edge bites
Feverishly now, faster and harder
Grey wolf licks the blade in the arctic night
great is his craving for blood
The insatiable blood-thirst
now being satisfied by his own warm blood
the naked blade biting his tongue
his carnivorous appetite devouring
In the pale morning light
Wolf Hunter finds Grey Wolf
dead in the snow
stooping down he picks up his knife
I stand . . . frozen – sicken by the sight
Wolf Hunter looking at me says
. . . to be consumed by your own desire
is a dangerous and deadly foe
Years later
staring at the bottle
hands shaking -- eyes filled with lust
a vison: a grey wolf consumed . . . dead
the howl of the wolf-wind beseeching
To be consumed by your own desire is a dangerous and deadly foe
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David Meade
12-12-2014
Live Generously
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Romanticism
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“Good Morning Mr Wolf”
What an inopportune time
to fall in love
with a
new conceptual dream
of wrapping my body
up in blue skies
viral love robotic
you're somewhere
lost in the machine
cyber eyes
undressing
words hypnotic
that fly off my page
to you
soft as silk lingerie
another velvet Winter night
drowning
in the elemental you
desire closes in
around my naked skin
under covers of arctic fur
alone in a King’s bed
the monarch missing
lack luster luxury
you, the one
who was once weary
awake now
and it’s another
mourning howling
start to a long Summer’s day...
a lone wolf prowling
masked city streets
still breathing
hungry
for words
and the salt of satin skin
following that unknown
silk trail, the savage
forever beckoning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Good Morning Mr Wolf” / Patrick Watson
https://youtu.be/c5ORy8jyDpc
“Love Songs for Robots/ Patrick Watson
https://youtu.be/TgpRVGDfvxg
"Aren't you getting tired of wrapping the sugar around your ears
Cause all the flashy people putting the candy in their eyes
And all I wanna do
Is lay there next to you
Instead of staring at the black mirror all night long..."
"Day by day
watched you wandering through the streets
smiling through the window shield
How you doin' today?
Are you sittin' in the mad man's hands again?
I want you to know
you ain't alone."
“Good Morning Mr Wolf” / Patrick Watson – LYRICS
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/patrickwatson/goodmorningmrwolf.html
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Footle
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WHITE
Show : White White ink: White wolf:
money. Funny. Loony.
White bear : White rays : Job : White
Polar. Solar. Collar.
White day: White blooms : White horse:
Serene. Jasmine. Pristine.
White teeth White page Ant white:
to bite. to write. Termite..
White snow Snow White White dove
to glow. Princess. for peace.
White milk White curd, Bright white
to drink. Yogurt. silver.
White cloud White cranes White owl :
in sky. to fly. Arctic.
Pale white White lightning: Blank white
dry grass. Bright flash. canvas.
White rock : White foam : White wire:
Marble. Bubble. Cable,
White dress : White sheet : 'White hair :
Wedding. Bedding. ''Shedding.
05/26/23
A Brian Strand Premiere no. 1220
Second Place
Contest by Brian Strand
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An Arctic fox casts a shadowed glance
Sideways on the frozen glassy lake, slipping
Pigeon like, gingerly, through fractured light
Images of a swollen moon swallows up the night
Wanderlust for blood will keep him tracking
Hunger pain is cryptic in the savage beast
Frigid ice that slices through the birthright
Wild storms bring shivering numbing cold
Pain is cryptic as a scrimshaw man in ivory
Carving out a living after the sea gives up its own
Whale remains become an etching post for patterns
Frost bit hands work the blade inside the bone
Cracked open long and wide like a spine or smile
Under the treeless forest of stretching flat lands white
Screaming winds will stop at nothing to fill in zeros frozen
A wolf howls but thunder is louder under the pillowed clouds
Muffled hollow, drowned in the secrets found
Whispered outside where survival holds wolf to his fur
Somehow tempest gales grow angrier in the fractured arctic
Unpleasant voices are never heard again in winter sounds
About the hour of midnight around the ice house
Carved out of snow, rounded all about
A humble mother with child hide inside the dome
Covered in leather, camouflaged in white
Eskimos stay safe and warm away from trouble
Bitter cold never grows old on glaciers
Fear not the tumbleweed or desert fire
Tropical seas are only a dream of better weather
Here on the badlands life is measured in ice
Not in pounds of gold or silver snow fox
A sliver of light from a lost sun is peeking
Nights last forever under moon’s tutelage
Under the working blade confused by day
Cutting away summer from winter is a man
Carving out an igloo or whale bone tooth
Etching a future where fingers go numb
Light becomes a figment of the imagination
As a diminishing sun, a distant star fades away
Mother prepares Eskimo blubber pie for supper
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The arctic poppy
stretched into existence
rooted on a rock
surrounded by ice
it unfurled
its lemon cream petals
in an open embrace
with the sun
the small meek flower
filled with warmth
and smiled
A scorpionfly
buzzed by
and declared,
“How tedious it must be
to spend one’s day
staring at a ball of light.
Instead
tantalize your eyes
with the earthly
fun, glory, and excitement
around you!
Animals
intertwine their limbs and horns,
rivers
frolic and dance, and
mountains
lengthen
to show off
their fine
dress
layered with a
multitude of
colors and textures.”
But, the quiet flower
gazed only at the sun.
A wolf spider
dropped by
and persuaded,
“Poor child,
snow completely
surrounds you.
Ice even grows
from your stem and hairs.
It’s okay
to surrender
for a moment.
Droop your head
curl in your petals
and rest your eyes.
But, the yellow bloom
only turned more golden
as it kept its eyes steady
upon the fiery globe above
A grey wolf
its eyes always darting
padded quietly up to our hero
and whispered,
“This is a dangerous land
and you are much too sweet.
Of course,
you’re safe from me.
However,
there’s a reindeer nearby
and I am afraid
to it
you are prey.
Quick!
Duck!
Hide!
Be safe!
But, the poppy resolutely
stood more erect
while its sight
never wavered
from the great light in the sky
A grizzly bear
although seemingly in a hurry
looked down down down
upon the humble poppy
and growled,
“Don’t you know
that winter is coming?
There’s far too much
to be done
for one to take time
to stare at the sun!
Be intelligent
and focus
only
on the tasks
of the world.
Heed my word
or perish
little one.”
But, the arctic poppy
chose
to keep its sights
on celestial heights
And the seasons changed
And the snow piled high
And the faithful flower was buried
And the seasons changed
And the snow melted
And the devoted flower returned
For you see
this plant
had learned from
centuries old memories
of One
who perfectly
kept His sight
upon The Light
was buried
and rose again
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Do we dare decide to come to the aid of the big bad wolf?
Once upon a time wolves thrived from the Arctic Tundra to Mexico.
Nevertheless, this species became nearly eradicated because of man.
‘The systematic slaughtering of animals begets grave consequences.
By the early 1900s, wolf populations were perilously shrinking.
Extinction would surely ensue if “The Law” did not intervene.
Although a hundred pound snarling wolf is definitely frightful,
Fear needed to be overcome for these beautiful animals to survive.
Rocky mountain wolf populations specifically required relief.
At alarming rates, these intriguing creatures were disappearing.
In 1973 Canis lupis was put on the Endangered Species List.
Decidedly, designated recovery areas were determined.
Obviously, habitat loss and extermination programs had over killed.
Fortunately, Yellowstone National Park participated in recovery.
There at Yellowstone, amazing benefits to all life became apparent.
Helping the wolves ultimately balanced co-existing animal species.
Evidently, God knew what He was doing when he created Canis lupis.
By reintroducing wolves, man learned; the trophic cascade improved.
Instinctual predation surprisingly increased other wildlife populations.
Grasslands, which had been over grazed, began regenerating.
Banks of the river became more stable due to reforestation.
And the ecosystem transformed, as did physical attributes of the land.
Dams were built by beavers offering niches for small animals.
Wolves had indirectly changed the behavior of the rivers.
Overwhelmingly, the reintroduction of wolves into the park was positive.
Let us all dare to overcome fears and take steps to replenish God’s creatures.
For in doing so, Earth becomes a Garden of Eden for all to enjoy.
Copyright March 18, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Canis Lupus the
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/member_contest_details.aspx?ContestID=6211
REFERENCES:
1. Wolves in Yellowstone National Park http://www.nps.gov/yell/learn/nature/wolves.htm
2. How Wolves Change Rivers. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysa5OBhXz-Q
3. Beautiful pphotgraphs of wolves https://www.google.com/search?q=wolves+yellowstone+national+park&rlz=1C2VFKB_enUS606US606&biw=991&bih=874&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=eSEJVf2YJYa5ggSjh4LQCA&sqi=2&ved=0CDsQsAQ&dpr=1
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