Best Mountain Pass Poems

Four friends and I, one Sunday, take a ride.
our church still closed just short of one full year.
We drive, white almond blooms on either side,
instead. Their branches wave as if to cheer,
“Prepare the way! Prepare the way for God!”
Each blade of mountain grass we see...

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It’s said that God bestows on us, each and every soul,
A special gift just meant for us, to make our lifetime whole.
How often I have thought about what gift was to be mine.
I waited for His one bequest to make my earth years shine.
 
I've...

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The trodden pathway of brown pebble stones and grass 
Leads to a hidden meadow below a mountain pass
Where soft gentle winds flow endless from blue skies
Whispering secrets to agile dragonflies 
That frolic in sunshine amongst daffodils  
Wings with touches of gold dip low just...

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Ah Frontiera, here we are at your last, you've thrown a rod, your life lies black
on oily ground - all this snow and you're a mobile no longer; so I must walk.

It's cold, and now I think of it, that cold that exists in enormous...

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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...

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The pre-dawn stillness was temporarily broken by the sound of crunching gravel as boots meet rock like an orchestra of timpani drums,  beating in unison as the wearers make their way to the iron steeds, sitting dormant in the chill of morning dew. ...

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Make a wish then live that way
Me, I don’t know what to say

Since one and one equal two
I simply do what I must do

The hardest choice I now make
I prefer my icing on top the cake

My taste is set I will never roam
In your heart,...

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I broke my ties at seventeen,trying to find myself a life:
Sold my bike for sixty-five dollars,bought a ticket for a ride.
I was headed out to Oregon,on that crisp and frosty day.
I was living free..... I'm on my way!

We hit weather back in Idaho,the roads were...

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Matsuo Basho New Haiku Translations

Air ballet:
twin butterflies, twice white,
meet, match & mate
—Matsuo Basho, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 

Denied transformation
into a butterfly,
autumn worsens for the worm
—Matsuo Basho, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 

Dusk-gliding swallow,
please spare my small friends
flitting among the flowers!
—Matsuo Basho, loose...

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While I was waiting by the peaceful stream
I was lost in contemplation and dream
I looked up northward toward the mountain pass
Suddenly a cloud appeared, boiling mass
Quickly dark clouds tumbled with windy throw
Purple sky and thunder crash pushing snow
While I watched the snarling sky wind began
Oh...

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49 years past; a puppy was bought, picked up out of his pen on a pet shop floor;
he had honey brown eyes & an inquisitive way. He grew to be so loyal and true, how can I say, with just one blaze of white upon...

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There are traces of the sun
In your smile
Sparkle of the stars
In your eyes

Intriguing hint 
Of foxy guile
That makes me pause
And realize

That your tears are like 
Springtime rain
Walnut brown eyes wide
As Montana skies

Your breath the zephyr
Of the mountain pass 
Breast a nest for hummingbirds
And cold Heart...

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One never knows where a winding 
road will lead
A winding road can lead you 
up a mountain pass
Or a hill road winding pass
A winding road can lead to
a stream or river bank
Or lead you on a dirt road 
that leads to a farmer's field
A winding...

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I can hear Thermopylae beckoning me upon my return
Leonidas’ voice calls me forward to battle with hardened pride

Time’s grains shifting bellowing out the past I have lived
And I am of that past…I can touch the echoes of who I was

I remember the summers heat as...

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blowing wind sings songs
thru valley and mountain pass
pierced by man's echo...

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