Best Mountaintop Poems
My dreary life shunned, a chance to escape;
atop glacial peak, glorious vision.
Oasis amongst the frigid landscape;
found sanctuary, almost Elysian.
Colorful fish dart, despite intrusion,
in clear blue water of idyllic lake.
Grand oaks' enclosure heightens seclusion,
if this be a dream, no wish to awake.
Surmount gnarly trunk, in bosom I nest,
relax for a spell, savour treetop view.
Ponder existence, I truly am blessed;
alas, paradise, soon time to eschew.
'fore starting descent, 'fore limbs are unfurled,
shut eyes and breathe deep, absorb nature's sounds.
This close to Heaven, at top of the world,
touch of Creator supremely resounds.
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(C) 12th May 2017
ABAB-CDCD-EFEF-GHGH rhyme scheme
10 syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com - but had to remove apostrophes in fourth stanza as it was mis-counting)
For Brenda Chiri's Mountaintop Lake contest.
(3rd Place)
Used the following word(s):
#1 treetop view
#2 colorful fish
#3 clear blue water
#4 nature's sounds / sounds of nature
the swinging swings
of the ups and downs
of the unbalanced scales
of justice now hang stilled
and suspended in bigoted air
anchored by the selfish weight
of the 5th amendment privilege
that remains a death sentence
choice for the defending
underprivileged innocent…
brutalized innocent mortals
whose spiritual morality abhors
death penalty finalization but
whose same moralistic
spiritualization upholds the
thy shall not kill commandment
must likewise demand the unwritten
beatitude of justice for the forgiving
meek consistently brutalized by acts
of non-good samaritan atrocities
chiseled in abject crucifixion on zion
mountains of molded injustices...
today’s waiting and being
of good courage has become
the teasing test of waning time
tic-toting life’s hours of redemptive
realities caged in the belly bowels
of a seemingly abandoned noah-like
arch sailing a treacherous sea of hell
with sour flowing tears from bitter eyes
stayed on the prize of promised equality
we still sing sweet amazing grace songs
applauding the coming resurrection
of our declared redemptive liberation
for like those of moses out of africa
we are the new exodus people sojourning
the shadowed valley of death with undying
faith in the promise of that beautiful morning
when time breaks up in eternity setting god’s
beloved hued children free at last…
On The High Mountaintop I See Glowing Stars
On the high mountaintop I see glowing stars
they wait for me shining so brightly there.
Blasting like high beams on speeding cars,
or glowing lanterns at the top of the stairs.
Those night sentinels dearly comfort me
with steadfastness in that galactic realm.
Beckoning, come forth, venture to be free
a ship sailing with you, master at the helm.
Over that horizon Hope awaits its turn
promises unfulfilled sing a melodic tune.
A man with great courage to use and burn
can find them with a leap over the moon.
More lies in abundance a bit farther out
mysteries, loves and great treasure galore.
When I find it, I let out a mighty shout
thank God for creating every distant shore.
Yes my darling, you are dancing there as well
each journey starts with bright twinkle in your eyes.
Your joy and laughter are the starting bell
that sends my nightly ship across the skies.
On the high mountaintop I see glowing stars
they wait for me shining so brightly there.
Blasting like high beams on speeding cars,
or glowing lanterns at the top of the stairs.
****** *******, 02-21-2015
Now entered in Shadow's contest.
On my senior trip,
A town- stretches- over there,
Amidst- the Catskills.
(Several here have encouraged me to post some of my erotica, so here's a start)
My thoughts fly back to you,
and to the facets of your being,
beauty, giving, singing, creating
of safari to adventure, softness
and unique remembering
of images too deep within
to realize as one until my mind
is fused with yours and God's,
exulting in a sweet profanity,
one hallowed time alone.
Close your eyes, and there for us
incarnate lust--
your naked body lying over me
and thrashing with desire,
our mouths inseparable,
and I, your ready prey to succulence,
may know the heat of glory
as your thighs press down
upon my own.
And what of arms, attending
to the precious discipline
of nipples, testes, breasts and bellies
in their quest of paradise?
What of my turgid manhood,
burgeoning with every thrust
into your seething pelvis
now, again, again !
...and it is not enough.
No amazement at
the restlessness of our desire.
The absolute transcendence
of carnality that we are given
suffices now; our questing tongues,
our probing, hot demand
is ruler of the writhing scene
that would consume us
at the moment that
I blast within you
all that I may give--
Pure ecstasy is ours,
for climbing to the heights ,
we find that we have reached
the summit of Olympus and released
the thunder of the gods.
~
Whole night snow fell in the mountains
Surrounding the blue oval lake
Downhill sang the gurgling fountains
In our window mystic snowflake
At morning the coloured fishes
Look at coloured birds on tree tops
Both after their golden wishes
Merry morning in their love drops
Clear blue water in the cool sun
All around the snow laden peaks
Love and peace look from the lemon
Many a word the dimples speaks
The lake perches within the hills
Shadows in a snowy whisper
With pines around us we stand still
Summer flows into the winter
It is the story of our life
The wheel turns from ice to warm sun
And then to cool snow from the strife
Glisten the flakes on your hair bun
Dusk descends on the sun soaked lake
At the end of lyrics of breeze
Our eyes moved to where stars awake
And moon draws shadows of the trees
Then the lake in contemplation
Of apple leaves rustling in air
Inhaling the meditation
We are in a lake like prayer
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18 May 2017
(From My Novel 'Searching For Crazy Horse': Published 2011)
Song From The Mountaintop
Columbia Falls, Montana- September, 2003
The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak
bear tracks visible in the spring thawing snow
Sunlight, spreading its dance upon the land
the Ponderosa Pine and Aspen all in bloom
The glaciers look down smiling the higher you climb
searching for that redemption never offered below
The wolf trails the hare back inside its snowy den
the road to all new entry having now been cleared
Permission never asked for, granted, as the music starts
it’s early May in the Rockies—the January of renewal
In a celebration of new life, flowers wrap the landscape like ribbon,
tying close the promises like good wishes on a Christmas morning
It’s springtime even on the highest peak, and old questions lost of meaning
now seem gone away...
Until reborn in the arrival of yet another desperate beginning,
—holding nothing back
(the story of a destined love) 4/3/13
The castle stood on a mountain so high, that its tips touched the sky
And as she ran across the field, every fiber of her being she could feel.
The excitement building up in her like a thunder storm cloud
Ready to explode “ and her love would begin to unfold.”
Struggling to climb up that steep hill, with just her determination and her will.
Breathlessly she scrambled with her hands and feet
Just to reach that mountainous peak
With her fingertips torn and bruised, “ but this was a fight she would not lose.”
Reaching the top of the mountain the ground leveled off
Her determination the “queen “her heart the “boss”.
She walked towards the castle and the draw bridge came down
And the doors swung open, where thousands of hearts were found.
She walked in amongst clapping and cheers, as her heart melted
And lost any fears.
There in the center of this beautiful chamber stood the man of her desires
Who from a distance had lit up her fires?
They walked towards each other with outstretched arms and gleams in their eyes
Their searches were over as their hearts opened wide.
I wish I could be conventional
I wish I could be like the rest
Social, casual, polite and structural
But then, I cannot resist the pull of my fate
I aspire to climb the highest mountain
And dance on the waters of its inaccessible lake
With the moody hues of my heart, its waters I would stain
So that glancing at such a sight, even God would do a double take!
Yes, I really wish I could fit in
The human side of me yearns for it
That which satisfies the mortal, that which pleases the skin
But then, I can help it not, of the heavenly have I been given a treat
And the mysterious side of myself keeps thirsting for more
Of that which can lift from my gaze the veil of ignorance!
Why, if I manage to climb the Everest and be not so sore
I would, to the tunes of the mystical emanating there, dance!
And grieve, simply for being,
For being on an Earth, shrouded
An Earth, with no meaning
Shrouded, yes, and its Truth, clouded!
But I am weak, and frail and my knees are tired
I shall, instead, sit and contemplate
I shall close my eyes, listen to music, soulfully measured
And fly, beyond the highest mountain's lake, to where, personified is Fate!
Dear Lake, why lob here atop a mountain
when the lowlands are so superior
with more catchment area to fountain
more rain to fill your vast interior.
Alpine aspirations for altitude
are worthy ambitions for rocks and crags.
But not for frigid lake in solitude,
except for the art show reflection brags.
The air is so clear and crisp on calm days
that lake reflection is a masterpiece,
perfectly mirrored portraits it portrays
of rogue mountains smiling, posing, at peace.
Up high, here, nature's sounds are rarefied.
The air is so thin, cold and flatly grim
that any birds flocking here to abide
are stage-struck by silence, the lake's own hymn.
The weather has no foibles and hindrance.
The winds and rain love to shatter and spoil
the reflection galley hung in silence,
wrecking the scene and creating turmoil.
You could climb a tree for a treetop view,
but, way up here, well above the snow line
there are no trees, only meadows for shoe,
so I dive in clear blue water, sublime.
Colorful fish defy the location.
To them, whither the lake is high or low
matters little in this wet world nation
all immune from rain, hail, wind, sleet and snow.
WHAT A REFRESHING SIGHT !
Once, I went to a mountaintop lake
To invigorate my worn out self,
In tranquility, my eyes did take
Lovely pics of the watery shelf;
The colourful fish donned their shimmer
With multihued scales of smooth veneer,
My heart was sated by their glimmer,
As clear blue water mirrored my cheer;
Rejuvenated by the verdure,
I sat drinking in the treetop view,
Never had I seen beauty so pure,
Where everything was blazing anew;
Enthralled, I listened in the silence
To those whispering sounds of nature,
Whistling rustles confirmed God's presence,
His art imprinted on each feature.
06/02/17
The Prussian clear blue water exaggerates my observation,
the reverie lingers with an ebb flow of nature’s sounds-
I feel at ease when gazing at this beautiful God-given creation
of the majestic Mountaintop Lake, its elegance resounds.
The colorful fish wearing pink, yellow and purple hues,
at the shore, the pebbles surface the tide like romance-
Sitting on top of our cabana I get a marvelous treetop view,
my heart sings, as my soul is lifted in dulcet dance.
The top of the mount is blanketed in melting snow,
the altitude is so high it always leaves a slight chill-
As I watch the children playing hide-and-seek below,
I inhale the spring breeze and my heart lays still.
Mother Nature holds such grace when I glare in awe,
she reveals her desire to bring harmony and peace-
When I remember all the years here there’s not one flaw,
And as I grow older my passion for this lake does increase.
May 28, 2017
SEASHORE
sandy, warm
wading, swimming, surfing
shells, driftwood; rocks, fossils
hiking, picnicking, climbing
barren, scenic
MOUNTAINTOP
On mountaintop lake I swam all alone
while the afternoon sweltering sun shone
being 95 degrees out this was a treat
but little did I know who I would meet,
Floating on my back towards some reeds
I felt something tickle me on my feet
looking around I didn't see anything
the water kind of brackish but pretty clean,
Before I knew it the monster grabbed me
his amphibious head and body made me scream
looking like part man and part fish
his mouth puckering opening and closing as if to kiss,
He dragged me mercilessly several feet down
and gasping for air I feared I would drown
so with all my might I kicked him where it hurts
and while he cowered I swam away with a lurch,
Running to shore where I had my belongings
I remembered I had brought a weapon for a warning
the Gill man coming out of the water towards me
I yelled "STOP" or I'm going to zap you positively,
At first he didn't understand me or flee
and like a puppy dog he tilted his head simply
turning around frustrated he went back to the water
diving in he disappeared like a reptilian otter,
Arriving at the police station I replayed the scene
of the gill man in the lake who was the color green
the police just stared at me like I was a loon
and said "lady you must've been watching the creature
from the black lagoon!"
5-15-17
the mountaintop
she will never reach
sundown
Published: The Haiku Foundation, HAIKU DIALOGUE Going for a Walk on top of the world (mountains) long list, 08/07/2024