Best Crevasse Poems
My affirmation deceitfully severed
forever robbed by selfishness
Left to tackle life alone
Tumbling in the wake of my dad's mess
He left when I was three
The crevasse has increased for 33 years
Traded his life with us
For another woman and a couple of beers
He wasn't there to pick me up
When I fell off of my bike
To teach me how to fish
Or enjoy a nature hike
Now I'm a father to my son
Hoping not to make the same mistake
Living day to day on this lake of life
My son in tow through my own wake
It's been nine years and we're going strong
Six more years with my son
That's more with him than I had with mine
My son I guard in a web I've spun
A web of love, discipline, and nurture
Full of "I love you's" and "see ya in the morning"
A kiss before school and one before bed
Lots of playing, talking, reading, and singing
My son doesn't know the pain I feel
To not know my dad in intimate ways
No hands to comfort me or words to heal
No dad in sight for 12,045 days.............................(and counting)
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My son and I have a great relationship and for this I am thankful......
"User name" and "password"
That's all you need to know.
Type them in , press "enter"
Then you’re fine to go.
Sounds quite simple really,
Till your memory starts to wane,
You trawl the deepest caverns
Of your tired and aging brain.
You thump the keyboard harder
As your temper starts to fray,
And curse the screen before you
With its "road block" in the way.
No pet, place or loved one’s name
Will give you access rights,
When you cannot remember
Those all important bytes.
Defeated, crazed you finally press
"Forgot your password?" key
But can't answer all the questions
To get you through security
To release your rescue e-mail
From this digital dictator,
Requires you reacquaint yourself
With your "administrator" ?
So how do you escape
From this technical morasse?
Caught with no ropes or crampons
In this digital crevasse ?
Well this is my solution
When you face the software snub,
Pull out the plug, put on your coat
And "log off" down the Pub !
How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?
Dulling the truth to grow the census,
Merchants and cowards comfort the carnal ear.
Marketing Christ’s love without his conviction,
Left willful in sin with nothing to fear.
In half doctrines and custom alter calls,
Prostituting the truth with all forms of prosperity.
Akin to seeding hookers in the chambers of Heaven.
Deceived to death twice by hand and blasphemy.
Feeding wolves from among your own flocks.
In the banquets of ancient mystics and bride Blavatsky,
Word of Faith gorging on their mammon,
Left choking in an insatiable eternity.
A culture’s blue concessions are gone,
Giving more choices leaving Paul’s letters unread.
No church discipline or discernment left,
Testaments of burning flesh that once bled.
Refusing to submit to be broken.
Fading old blessings from past obedience.
Confusing favor with common grace,
Hypocrisy’s retribution birthed decadence.
Millions claiming the found life of the few,
In every eulogy and requiem,
Lukewarm afterthoughts of the Son,
Losing everything by never knowing him.
Despising the light of the living truth,
Lobotomizing guilt with the scalpel of ignorance.
Finding solace in the darkness of mystery.
Death marches infectious rainbows of tolerance.
Redefining roles and covenants in hemorrhaging lies
Under the pretense of the modern states,
Illusions of enlightenment killing somatic slaves.
Relativism’s heart courting the things he hates.
Enticed by the delusions of utopias,
Bound in the fables of autonomy.
Throats upon The two-edged sword,
In this American tragedy
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12.04.14
This poem attempts to capture the Fundamentalist view on certain issues with other movements within Christianity. Also, the man in the crevasse, chose a different kind of faith than you may have assumed.
A solo pilot, lost in snow,
in a jagged mountain pass.
His eyes are trained upon each tree,
and the shape of each crevasse…
In an open-cockpit time machine,
the winter wind does howl,
but a mighty fire’s burning bright,
inside the engine cowl.
The fog and flurry blinding him,
he searches for a trail,
running late, and miles behind,
he’s employed to fly the mail.
He looks for clues to lead him back,
like ancient, sunken wagon tracks.
A mumbled cuss, then shouts out loud,
he’s heard that mountains hide in clouds…
Now’s the time to pay the toll,
for conversations with his soul.
One way in, and one way out,
it’s true that mountains hide in clouds.
Copyright © 2013
Mother Earth bearded with trees,
Blanketed with skin of sod,
Her stony organs composed
of caves, caverns and caches,
Banking precious minerals and gems.
Sustained by the Solar system surrounding her,
and nourished from relished rescources within.
Her ferocious fiery heart
Pumps high pressured molten blood
Through vast veins of ledge,
Bleeding it from mountain pores,
Crater wounds and fissures
on her ocean floors,
Causing salty Tsunami tears
to ripple across her cheeky shores.
Her face wrinkled with the majesty of mountains,
Dimpled with canyons and crevasse,
Stained with grasslands and Savannahs,
and spotted with veneer of velveteen moss.
Pimpled by hills leaking with raging rivers,
bathed in cascading waterfall showers,
and crystal blue water lakes.
Animated by nature,.. her soul, ..her DNA
She adorns her antiquity
with shocking arrays of multicolored wildflowers,
Delicious fruit, a vital ensemble of vegetables,
Herbs, artifacts of energy and natural wonders;
Creating an electrifying, atomic, atmosphere
to stage her exotic creatures and precious beings.
Adorned by a circling celestial priceless pearl,
An exquisite orb as ancient as She.
She, this blue planet,
Center of her spatial stage,
Unabashed, pirouetting, posing,
Tilting and lilting her charms,
to a universal audience of retreating astral beings.
She, spotlighted by an extravaganza of stellar luminaries.
She, Earth, so powerful, energized, extraordinary,
Mesmerizing, distinguished, mysterious,
Thought by many to be the godess,
Star of the Show...
And yet...
and yet ..she herself..
and All of nature..
has been ..
CREATED.
There are mountains I have traveled
where the roaring streams of life
have caught me in their torrents
down below the murky strife.
My feet denied a stony crevasse
in the deep canyons of desire;
now, once more I crest the summit,
absorbing sunlight's cleansing fire.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, June 12, 2014
My eyes wide through window stand
Sun rising compel thoughts of black or white or the grayest gray
Discernment from reality which is left or right hand
In a hundred lifetimes could I sway
The one answer from your lips grace
Becloud evergreens at the peak of the chill air
Heavens movement playing chase and enlaced
Cathedral veils amidst angels' illusion glory there
Your vision of crevasse darken ash in its place
Can two opposite narratives about something be errorless?
Nature melts souls unlike each other through gracious airs
Adding spice and passion to ignite one needs and desires
Of the flesh; yearning unfulfilled sweet and sour affairs
2/16/2017
One flower almost gray
but visibly not
Brushed by a breeze on
concrete wet
Emerged from a crevasse
along the corner
Forced to hold on to its
limited yellow
Open to suggestion
More than several
shapes take hold
On a distant wall of
wind emerged tornadoes
Spun in favor of the
days rotation
Coming in from the west
At a 90 degree
declination
Turns to be determined
left or right
Angles perpendicular to
the east
The eye wall wobbling
uncertain to reason
As gray turns to black
Rises with barometric
pressure
Collapsed on the
moments fragile flight
Palm trees hang
suspended, then animate
Fall like paragraphs
pinned down by wind
News wires bent on
facts lean in to learn
There to understand it
Hurricane begins,
uproots humanity
Removes them like tooth
decay
Electric lines freak
out, burn on orange red desires
Dangle in the wind in
pain without a smile
Touch puddles as
children walk by
Inclement weather does
strange things
Impacts
the storm track still intact
Leaves nothing behind
or to the imagination
Including its name
which is forgotten
Roads clear and are not
there
Traffic, trees,
people... Poof!..all gone
Storm warnings move on,
hunger for warmth
Looking for a tropical
paradise to wrong
Desert Tears
Vast reservoirs of desert particles
Desert tears are sand grains lifted on the wind
They cry out to fill dunes to capacity
Pyramids of tears paying homage to the dead
The ghost white bones of old stand alone on the land
Sand fills every crevasse of their souls
Bleached white in sun light
No one is there to cry for the lost and gone
No one is there
The desert void saw to that with emptiness
Helped by an indifferent sun, its only friend
They dry the land together, gather up their dead
Count every bone down to the soul
Stretch them out along the miles
Sand pours out tears like rain
Stings the eyes that cry
Cuts like sharp particles on the skin
Lost in storms along the way
Heads down, dejected
And with the wind, sojourners disappear like magic
Lifted to infinity and out of sight, never seen again
Desert tears mimic nature flowing out
Pretend to be rivers of real water to get it right
In disguise as a mirage, under the soulless quiet sun
A mote of dust travels through the air
blown this way and that across the lands.
Finally after many miles it is entrapped
in a rocky crevasse where it joins others.
In time the wind blows in many more motes
and something wondrous starts happening.
These motes give birth to little plants
that struggle at first then bind the land.
Encouraging new birth all around and
flowers that vibrantly wave in the breeze.
Young saplings shoot out deep tap roots
that anchor them in place where they flourish.
In time a mighty forest springs to life
harbouring a wealth of flora and fauna.
All of this came to pass due to just one,
one solitary mote of well travelled dust.
written 11/18/2014
contest Gathering Dust
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.
Silently waiting amidst the full moon's sink'd smile,
Farfetch’d upon the grazing winds of steeping mountains,
Seemingly dead eyes, tear’d and wash’d and wash’d,
Flow of glaciers and broken crevasse - a sacred fig, lost?
No. yellow clouds; damn’d of darkness and stemm’d from beyond,
Of ye ol’ doubts and fears - so they say.
L’air is picking up - sails liberated from infinite prisons,
Ships began their ascension, ascension to the fault, to the abyss,
Stocks made up, rum thrown over,over,over.
Sheaths made dull, wanting for shine…
Damn’d after damnation,
Waves still as they are, tides unpleasant as always.
To change; changing; changed.
Deafening, defiling, defining silence.
Light of sight simply without its might.
Files of ‘smiles’ just piles.
Ships set sail…
The precious cargo along with them,
Skimm’d across the silver fishes,
Port’s empty now. Quiet. Desolate. Barren.
Left stranded have we been,
However with riches of the Brunei King,
Yet - oil need not be of laughter,
Gold need not be embracement if neither warmth,
Lost? My boy? Follow the Southern Wind.
Puppetry at hand. obedient.
Don’t linger too long here mon ami.
Ils sont déjà partis…the ships have set their bearings.
Alors, look cross past the laden horizon,
A new sun - new day - new life,
Prospectors alike seen this,
A half-turn, and panoramic views,
I’ve left of my memories and thoughts - no more, no less.
And look, a new sun, a new day, a new life.
Form:
When our human nature, in conflict, asks us to look beyond
the visible, the believable ,the impossible
I look to my soul for guidance, solace and reassurance
To understand the Omnipotent , praise it and know it
…And then the sun danced
Opening my mind to recognise without doubt where You exist.
Knowing that You inhabit even the smallest crevasse of the highest mountains
and the shell strewn ocean floor teeming with unseen beauty in the perpetual dusk.
The heavens alight above as well as in splendid darkness
….And then the sun danced
You are manifest in every miracle of life You ever called into existence and we the custodians.
In every unexpected smile from a child, that lights even the most hardened heart.
When we sing and see in the listeners eyes a connection to a deeper sentiment
and acknowledge Him for talents bestowed, however great or small…
…..And then the sun danced
I hear You….. in the silence of every thought that wanders, yet always returns to you.
I feel You……. as you touch my soul filling it with appreciation for those precious to me.
I sense You.....in the wisdom granted to know right from wrong.
I know You……. by the value you place on me and gratitude overwhelms me
allowing me to rejoice in all of this..
………. And then the sun danced
When the sun is shining its bright rays,
so too I feel its warmth heating me.
As the sun enwraps me close,
once more I blossom as it kisses me.
I feel it flooding within me
filling up each and every crevasse.
Days ago I still lived in darkness
hidden and locked away.
Now I gladly step up to your sun
which has brought me back.
Dark so sober now has no fear
as I lay basking in your arms.
You came into my life softly
together we have grown
completing what was missing
Making Us as One against All.
Love crept in, neither of us
were yet aware of the future.
That a bolt of lightning
would strike us both.
Sending us rushing
head long in love.
Now the future is ours
with love we storm the world.
May your sun always be by my side
as together we journey on.
Let us share our love with all
so they can bask in love's warmth.
Come my darling into my arms
hold me oh so very close.
I am your lady you are my man
from now to eternity we are bound.
Heartbeat ringing in my ears
Wondering why I am here
Eldritch quest of many years
Farewell, love to you always, my dear
To the alabaster summit I longingly stare
Somehow certain I will find the answer there
Fervent question that drives my every care
New ridges on my neck and wide eyes that stare
The expedition is going slowly awry
Silently, yet reflected in their eyes
Though I would not drive them to die
Not whether or not, but I must know the why
A little of me drains into each dark crevasse
Air grows ever thinner as the miles pass
Further up, I find they’ve left me en masse
Black mouth I find at the trail’s impasse.
Down a tunnel I find the answers I have wished
City filled with my cousins, the man-fish!
An ancient design, my transmuting flesh
It is the home for which I have always wished!
Ia! Ia! Chtulhu Fhthagn!
5/20/16
© by the Author
For contest: At the Mountains of Madness
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