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except that you have
attached your parfumed,
par~col~odored exhalations
into our shared airs,
with uniqued fumes,

   thy airy
essences
to thine own chosen words,
in combines never before
seen or heard,
but worn by you,
draped from chains abound your neck,
dripping from thy tongue,
dropping from thine eyes,
leaking from your pores,
from fingers in rose gold
adorning rings bright shining

so more, so unique,
impossible to misidentify
as anything anybody any anything,
but
yours, yours…yours,
     but not belabor this
fact basic,

disguise your name,
hide your fame,
make your locale,
somewhere in the unreachable,
unreal,
multiverse,
none the less,
and allthemore,
cannot escape,
the ultimate reality,
when first you press that
keyed
SEND,
you have parted, done with,
an immeasurable
small but grandeured piece of
your unique self,

if that makes you anxious,
here my eyes crinkle sympathetically,
am please to blurt
this major alert:

u have nothing to fear,
too late, too late,
you are now made,
part and particle,
past participle
futured history in
the partculared,
longest continuum
on this tiny, tiny
planet

oh well,
just thought you'd
like to know,
despite your guises,
your are now
100 per cent,
immutable ^
^ immutable.
What does it mean to be immutable?
adjective.
Something that is immutable will never change or cannot be changed. [formal] ...the eternal and immutable principles of right and wrong and being unique
Em MacKenzie Sep 18
You hate my printed tees and high top shoes,
you disapprove that I still wear my toque in June.
Always saying that I ruin the plot too soon.
You don’t know your worth, you are my Earth
my sun and my moon.

It’s how you get my smile to touch my cheek,
and the way you get my knees feeling weak.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are outnumbered by the things you’re loving.

You hate my shark shorts even though they’re cozy,
you can look past it because you’re the only one who truly knows me.
I’m tripping on words, the ones you prefer
because you know I’m clumsy.
You say I’m too loud, or my head in a cloud,
but the way that I feel I’m always showing.

It’s the way that you look me right in my eyes,
and how you still manage to give me butterflies.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are outshined by the things you’re seeing.

You hate when my hair gets too long,
and when my cologne smells too strong.
You hate when I exaggerate during fights
and when I snore during late nights.

Just the way that our fingers interlace,
and how you get that look on your face.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are just quirks, you’re making it work,
as you still get to know me.
A quickie for my girl who I drive nuts.
"With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow@With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about
today until tomorrow
"

lyric, Mr Tambourine Man,
Bob Dylan
<>

Rebel troubadour, always resrless, asking the obvious,
with answers readily apparent,
yet no one knows them out loud

Here we are,
two old Jews,
crossing paths at our shared six point star,
we aware, we know, that the
questions will likely be there tomorrow,'for they
have always there come the morn,

so we do not raise our voices anymore,
indeed,
the questions grow up best when asked softly softly,
and the answers,
blowing in the wind,
are clearest, sharpest obvious when
whispered,

So,
~forget about today till tomorrow,
until tomorrow comes no more~

And is this an only love poem?
To be sure,
Be sure.

For only love is the bridge between yesterday,
Today, and Tomorrow,
No matter what!
This poem eats its own tail,
a serpent made of sentences,
its scales glinting like verbs
you haven’t conjugated yet.

It starts where it ends,
or it never starts at all—
just hovers,
a balloon tied to the wrist
of a stranger you dreamt.

Its metaphors bloom like sideways petals,
teeth glinting beneath their velvet edges,
biting the air until it tastes electric.

It clings to ozone,
that split-second before lightning remembers
it’s a blade meant to cut.

Each metaphor is a double-jointed bone,
bending past reason, snapping backward
into a shape that means nothing—
or everything, I mean everything.

It keeps its secrets folded
into origami shapes that collapse
when you try to unfold them.
A crane? A dagger? A heart?
All of them, none of them—
it depends on the angle of your longing.

This poem is yours only in the pause
between breaths,
mine only in the breath itself.
It ends when you stop reading.
It resurrects the moment I exhale my last.

Each line is a trapdoor,
a loaded chamber spinning,
blanks carved from silence.
You keep reading like the next word
might hold the trigger—
it’s always the one after.

It scratches itself raw
just to prove it can bleed,
then paints over the scars
in words you’ve heard before,
but never in this order.

This poem wants nothing from you,
except everything—
your eyes, your breath,
the parts of you
you didn’t know could rot so stunningly.

It will devour itself,
edges sharp with longing.
While you starve,
your breath will catch—
a witness to the teeth
that hollowed you.
sarah shahzad Aug 2024
Slow sleek steps,

Pounces on its paws,

Snow-clad fur,

Brushes off impatiently,


Ears perk up,

When squeals and squeaks are heard,

Steady and slowly,

Merges with the blanket beneath,


Almost at ease,

Confidently it please,

Lowers into its position,

Ready to strike,


Pounces on its paws,

Announces in its jaws,

Mouse struck beneath its claws,

Ounces in vigilant strides as it withdraws.

https://poemtheart.com/artic-hunter/
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024
The poem begins by describing the Arctic fox’s graceful and stealthy movements through the snow. The “slow sleek steps” and “pounces on its paws” emphasize its agility and precision. The “snow-clad fur” signifies its adaptation to its environment, while “brushes off impatiently” suggests the fox’s alertness and readiness to act.

The “ears perk up” at the sounds of potential prey, indicating its sharp senses. The fox’s ability to “merge with the blanket beneath” illustrates its camouflage and stealth, blending seamlessly with the snowy landscape.


In third stanza, the fox is depicted as being “almost at ease,” showing its confidence and patience as it prepares to hunt. It “lowers into its position,” readying itself for the perfect moment to pounce on its prey.

The final stanza captures the successful hunt. The fox “pounces on its paws,” and with the prey “announces in its jaws,” signifying its capture. The mouse “struck beneath its claws” represents the culmination of its stealth and precision. The fox then “ounces in vigilant strides as it withdraws,” indicating its cautious yet assured retreat with its catch.

Overall, “Arctic Hunter” paints a vivid picture of an Arctic fox’s hunting prowess, showcasing its agility, stealth, and confidence in its natural habitat.

Arctic:
The Arctic is a polar region located at the northernmost part of the Earth, characterized by extreme conditions, including low temperatures, ice-covered landscapes, and limited sunlight for much of the year. It encompasses the Arctic Ocean, adjacent seas, and parts of Canada, Greenland, Russia, the United States (Alaska), Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Iceland. Here are some key aspects of the Arctic:

Climate:
The Arctic has a polar climate with long, harsh winters and short, cool summers.

Winter temperatures can plummet to below -30°C (-22°F), while summer temperatures may rise to just above freezing.


The region experiences phenomena such as the Midnight Sun (continuous daylight during summer) and Polar Night (continuous darkness during winter).

Flora and Fauna:
Despite its harsh climate, the Arctic supports a variety of life. Vegetation primarily includes tundra species such as mosses, lichens, and small shrubs.

Wildlife includes polar bears, Arctic foxes, reindeer, seals, walruses, and various bird species. Marine life is abundant, with species like narwhals, belugas, and bowhead whales.

Human Presence:
Indigenous peoples, such as the Inuit, Sámi, and Nenets, have lived in the Arctic for thousands of years, adapting to the extreme conditions with unique cultures and lifestyles.

Modern settlements and research stations are also present, focusing on scientific study and resource extraction.

Environmental Concerns:
Climate change significantly impacts the Arctic, with rising temperatures causing ice melt, habitat loss, and shifts in wildlife populations.

Melting ice also affects global sea levels and weather patterns, making the Arctic a crucial area for climate research.

Arctic Fox:
The Arctic fox (Vulpes lag opus) is a small mammal well-adapted to the extreme conditions of the Arctic. Here are some detailed features and facts about the Arctic hunter:

Physical Adaptations:
The Arctic fox has a thick, multi-layered coat that changes color with the seasons—white in winter to blend with the snow and brown or gray in summer to match the tundra.

Its compact body, short legs, and small ears minimize heat loss.


Fur-covered feet provide insulation and traction on ice and snow.

Diet:
Arctic foxes are omnivorous and opportunistic feeders. Their diet primarily consists of small mammals like lemmings and voles, birds, eggs, insects, and carrion.

They are known to follow polar bears and scavenge leftover prey.

Behavior and Reproduction:
Arctic foxes are solitary hunters but can form pairs or small groups during the breeding season.

They build dens in the ground or snowbanks, providing shelter and a safe place to raise their young.

Females give birth to litters of up to 14 pups in spring, and both parents care for the young.

Survival Strategies:
These foxes are highly resilient, capable of enduring extreme cold and scarcity of food.

In lean times, they can reduce their metabolic rate and live off stored body fat.

They have excellent hearing, allowing them to locate prey under the snow.

Conservation Status:
While the Arctic fox is not currently endangered, certain populations face threats from climate change and competition with the red fox, which is expanding its range northward.

Conservation efforts focus on preserving their habitat and mitigating the impacts of global warming.


Understanding the Arctic and the Arctic fox highlights the remarkable adaptations of life in one of the planet’s most challenging environments and underscores the importance of conservation efforts in these fragile ecosystems.

Artic Hunter
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2023
Life is not about money or material things
It's about love and the joy it brings
I live by this mantra
basil Aug 2021
maybe if i could show people
the poems i wrote about them
i wouldn't need to write them at all
08.25.2021
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2021
Nothing there anymore
Everything good thrown out
Did not try to stop it
What is there to talk about?
We have already discussed our problems a hundred different ways
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2021
I cannot express how wonderful it feels
For the first time in so long
I sit down to write a poem
In which your name does not belong

Finally
Somebody else
Drifts in and out of my thoughts each day
I didn't know it was possible
Although your face is still here to stay

I don't even remember what it is like
To daydream of someone other than you
You've occupied my brain so many years
It feels strange to make room for him too

I wish he could replace you
Instead of only serve as a distraction
Though to him I am drawn
For you doesn't waver my attraction

It seems no feelings will ever be strong enough
To stomp out the ones you left in my heart
But that I have them for anyone else in the first place
In and of itself is a pretty good start

Before I couldn't even look at another
Without my stomach turning sick
Now I am hanging out with someone new
Used my Polaroid camera to take a pic

You may have moved on faster
But I am slowly losing the fear
That I will never fall in love again
Though it'll never be like when you were here

I have accepted I will never be as happy again
As I was when I was with you
But I don't need to duplicate those emotions
Not-quite-as-happy will certainly do

I admit that the first time he kissed me
"He's not as good as you"
Repeated in my head
But now I realize that you are not better
I was just craving familiar instead

After spending so much of our lives together
I don't know how to be with anyone else
But I know comparing everything
To the past can't possibly help

I understand you could never be replaced
Unconditional love for you I hold in my soul
I am not searching for my new soulmate
Finding someone who makes me smile is my goal

There may never come a day
Where he has as much of me as you
But I don't need him to travel to my depths
Only to give me an equal piece too

You never let your walls down for me
Though I bared my most vulnerable parts inside
I don't care if he tells me all his secrets
As long as he shows some sections he hides

And is willing to chisel away the armor
Your mistakes have left around my skin
I don't expect him to understand me
But you wouldn't even begin

So many memories we've shared
Things we've done
Places we went
Now I have to start all over
But that time was still well spent

I don't think he will ever coax out
The level of ecstasy you did with your fingers
But his hands give me butterflies
And a chill that lingers

When you walked out the door you took my hope
Left me with an inability to feel
But it has returned along with the sense
Wounds you inflicted will someday heal

If I am patient in the future I'll awaken
With his name on my mind first
And find comfort knowing that even if he breaks my heart
You've already put me through the worst
This poem is pretty ironic but hey small steps
Garrett Johnson Feb 2021
Felt through the turquoise left in bloom.

Specialty repeat of your notebook.
Like sad lips.
Sad chairs.
Maybe... just maybe sad.
Not only blankets covering my head.
Your head.
Perhaps.
Maybe once like on the lawn in Kauai.



Garrett Johnson.
Hmmm, yeah I think so.
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