Best Ascent Poems

……Somewhere a lone survivor of a plane crash

A man of sound and reason 
   standing tall and proud. 
But a voice of lies and madness 
   whispering words of doubt. 
His mind a fortress sturdy 
   no shadows in...

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They left every stone unturned
Every rose untouched 
In the rubble of a shrine 
Of those who once had loved
They lie quietly
Faces upturned
Towards the sun
Their tears vaporize
To ascend
To become 
A story that will never end
Life begins at the turn 
Of a long winding way
Journeyed in a...

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 “on an as is where is basis we choose
descent of consciousness into the gross
then we rise again following heart’s muse
higher than where stood, bearing love’s cross” Unseeking Seeker  

I am a silent cypress,
facing the silver of serpentine stars,
strewn in parallel lines
across the cynical...

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ascent of virtue
  its ardor lasts a lifetime
source-pulse-point perfume
  sweet honesty seduction
 sensation of married flesh...

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Round and round, they twist and rise;
Without a sound, towards heaven’s skies.
Pure energy, it cannot die, despite a skeptics protest;
It brings a soul to new heights; there, it has its rest.

When the light, it does appear, an all-consuming fire;
Life renews; becomes dear as we transcend...

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It’s a long slow trip into misery
It starts by putting that bad feeling aside


By narrowing your expectations
And removing all of your pride
 

And as you make you humble
You actually cripple as well
 

You reach so far to have someone else
That it actually puts you in...

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“on an as is where is basis we choose
descent of consciousness into the gross
then we rise again following heart’s muse
higher than where stood, bearing love’s cross”- unseeking seeker

Few have been my conscious acts
of very high or low.
More have been the trials that
have disrupted...

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wholly
utterly
completely
devoting
dedicating
committing
striving
exerting
straining
victory 
triumph
conquest
smiling
grinning
beaming
gratitude
appreciation
acknowledgment
modesty
humility
prayer...

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On an as is where is basis, we fell—
down the elevator shaft of the day,
into the buzz of a fluorescent hum, the smell
of reheated takeout in cracked Styrofoam trays.

The descent began when the train doors jammed,
and I was stuck staring at my own reflection—
the stale...

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       tectonic defense
                 contemplative reflection
                  ...

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Ascent into love, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Subida al amor

(The first poem in Bousono’s first collection of the same name, written before he was 22,
sounds very much like being his declaration of « love » with life or rather his « testament »...

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I fall a raindrop from stratus to stratum
birthed from clouds pregnant with thunder
a lion’s roar —a pride in the sky— fierce!
armed with lightning’s rip and slit
the scythe of claw and tooth finds its prey
knifing sunset’s skin  desecrating cranberry rays
it’s red demise fills my see-through-eyes...

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I Know you from a distant dream.

     For splendid shapes that soften senses,
     capped peaks that tempt a caressing glance,
     to you, clambering, this cold heart doth dash.

     My...

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Almighty God, the supreme Father above
assures me, through Scriptures’ precepts, His divine affection
affirming His marvelous vibrant love’s abundance
always at work to grant pardon absolutely
and assuage my guilt-caused anguish*
as I confess my iniquities, spiritually atrocious…
along my heart’s repentant acquiescence.

Asserting  His grace, at all times amazing
Author...

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Mountain 

No sherpa, rope
Or faithful steed
In stocking feet
I do proceed 

Each day I climb
Relentless slope
To rest my weary head
And hope 

That once the peak
Of my desire
To elevated place
Aspire 

Concludes. 

No flag or 
Selfie pose will take
No Instagram.
No front page stake. 

Just me.
To hear the lost...

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