Short Igloos Poems

snow balls icicles 
angel man ice igloos
rains of white droplets...

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When will it rain?
Rush to the river
Igloos forming
Throughout summer
Enter the main stage
Remain there and reminisce...

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Their igloos were short on insulation
  Causing the Inuit consternation ~ 
    Since the tops were all bare
    They covered them with hair ~
  Aha! Their 'Wigloos' were a sensation...

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Winter in Canada was once a joyous time
Back then, it signaled igloos and snowsuits divine
So cute and cuddly
Faces all ruddy
A joy to live in the north no matter the clime...

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Awesome beauty chilled, 
Definite effort forgives, 
Generating hourly igloos, 
Just kidding lovely maker, 
Nor'easter operating possible quiet rightful snow, 
Thoughtfully underneath, 
Very wonderful,
X-cited young zealot

Russell Sivey

Entrant into yasmin khan's "SNOW ABC" contest

3/10/2012...

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...At the Shore, zoneyed
hyperspantechnic aerobes
seek treasurefiner-

metal detectives,
hopefilled, as high-tech fishmen
at Igloos of beer

ponder the dearth?, Nay!
of paille tressed, bespectacled
easy-easelers

at hungry palettes
and the sketchmasters who're
ignobly absent!

                                         ....

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snow ball icicles 
angel man tunnel igloos
rains turn white droplets

snowy fluffy powder
pearls ivory frosty flakes 
artists white canvas 

cold frozen chairs
frigid chilled air nipping ears
hockey fans warm cheer

snow sums summits
cold air vapors fog mist
below zero temps

ice frost windowsill
snowy ivory chalk mounds
cast blank white canvas...

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How do you bore that fishing hole in the ice?
I study an Intuit who is pretty nice.
He tosses me a salmon, not once, but thrice.
There is a faint smell like Daddy’s Old Spice.

Do ice igloos ever have any rabbits or mice?
His answer are great; they rapidly inform and entice. 
Do Eskimos have any kind of ridiculous vice?
He smiles as he serves me salmon on rice....

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so wily and smooth, he boasts
   he can make huge profits
      among Sahara Bedouins
         selling them mounds of sand;

so shrewd and suave, he brags
   he can convince Eskimos
      right in their igloos to buy 
         from him expensive tons of snow;

now so quiet and cold, he still
   touches those he outsmarted,
      even in his grave, in the ground,
         with the sand, 'neath the snow....

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A snowflake falls on pristine bare ground

Leaves a coat without a heard sound

Filling every crack and every seam 

A blanket of white snow for a dream

Watery vapor that turned solid from cold

A ball made from the hand to have and hold

With a spade you linger and it takes its toll

A man created with eyes of coal 

With sled and ski you easily glide

Igloos built for a home or to hide

Angels made every time we play

Just the sun needed for it all to melt away...

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