They come with polished shoes and clipped smiles,
a delegation of two parties, two chambers,
chasing headlines across the sea,
while the ice beneath our feet has no such illusions.
“Do not worry,” they say,
as if reassurance can purchase sovereignty,
as if Greenland were a chess piece
on the board of tweets and tariffs.
We nod politely, pour the coffee,
watch them measure fjords with their eyes,
thinking in votes and press releases,
while we measure time in centuries of ice.
Takeovers may glitter in their imaginations,
but here, the land remembers—
it remembers treaties,
it remembers patience,
and it laughs quietly under the aurora.
So go back, legislators,
to your chambers and your cameras,
we will remain:
not a prize, not a footnote,
but Greenland,
with glaciers that do not bend to ambition.
Unity is such a powerful force
~ Togetherness stays the course
I am an Indian, yet, of Steve Rogers, I have heard,
Though what I've heard, like fountain-pen writings timely blurred;
On legends, many talk, write and enact stories many,
Tough, of Steve Rogers, I had not heard thrill-tales any;
Until, once, I desired to visit the United State,
And know of places and people, that, by birth and deed, great...!
He was young energetic magnificent enlistee,
Rejected, owing his stature; he looked like a little bee;
It's, hence, his transformation into a super soldier,
Dubbing and duping in colors and shapes he grew bolder;
Became symbol of American justice and freedom,
His moral code resembled hard, yet, nourishing Edam...!
Buddha I remember; Jesus! Confucius has his place,
Muhammad or Nanak... each, in their times, remained true Ace;
Thinkers, theologians, scientists, sages and saints,
All have contributed and have been doing so till date,
I might place Captain America midst greatest of these,
As he offered his self turning this world a place of peace...!
26 May 2022
Captain America Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Community or Camp
A line drawn or cast
Collecting wins or skins
Savages...
More civilized than this.
*just one maple leaf flapping in the breeze
no offence please
United state of Africa
The urge is within few
While many are busy
With shadows
Africa unite
We can be strong once
Again
And shake the hands
Of God
Once more
We've been there
Close to his presence
No wonder the sun
Is our friend
No wonder the earth
Always bless the lands
Were ever we settle
No wonder we could feed the
World
Despite they slap us with
Shame and atrocities right
Back to our face
Still we can stand and smile
Cos we are the only people
Made in this world
To restore back humanity
Back to mankind
If not we won't have been
This far
So let unite oh Africans
And shake the hands
Of the world strong again
With our destiny fill filled
In unity and love
PORTRAIT
Three, Rather' Four.
Disabled or 'the UNITED STATE of disrepair?
Despondant, but definately dejected
Degenerating ,yet daringly dysfunctional
Paths ,Line of Sight, Swords ; Secure.
The welcomed Blessing on; support on support,
Through the blinking blinkered middling winter eye.
d.john jan 07' Twenty-10
This poem is inspired and birthed after an early morning conversation with A Fox and
England. Written on a day of cricketing importance SA v ENG final day of new years Test
match , is reflected and cross referenced in the opening line.
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