Best Peak Poems
Gazing into your eyes as you slip between my thighs
Wrapping myself around your joy, I can feel your nature rise.
Our bodies moving in sync, slowly swirling my hips
You caressing my love with your finger tips
Tasting your sweet skin, I feel you throbbing within
In a state of nirvana, were lost in heavenly sin
Dripping in sweat I’m softly kissing your neck
Gently clutching my breast, and I’m so soaking wet
Calling, your name out, the soft erotic sounds
Gratifying moans and groans, they become my silent shouts
Softly biting my lips; I try to quiet the cries
Your Ecstasy playing and swaying, I feel it growing inside
Succumb to my pleasure, lose all self-control
Release the lust you hold inside, just let it all flow
A continuous climax, my composure disappears
A spell that is euphoric, trying to hold back the tears
Climbing ecstasy’s peak, you smoothly taking your time
There’s no need to rush, we have the rest of our lives.
longing in zenith
to consummate with the sky
the sun lingers long
21 June 2021
Fingers of light pierced the clouds caressing the moors
with life giving warmth, purples, browns and greens of
heathers mingled, blended, in a union of beauty. Yellow
of gorse splashed in the sultry, hazy spectre of natures
superb canvas. The dry stone walling lay sporadic, lost,
decaying in time and memory, the hardy moorland sheep
stumbled from blade to blade, in the breeze they used the
walls as shade. Golden plovers dipped and dived the call
of pee weet pee weet echoed in the stillness, the Peregrine
hovered with silent wings and sunlit eye. Those fingers of
light walked the hillside highlighting the chalk outcrops
on craggy reaches as if new laden snow. Black pools of
peaty water dot themselves borne of winters starkness,
it is a beauty that holds both eye and heart, a picture
painted for the soul. A place where all blends and the
crofter wears no watch only the sun and moon to follow
and the footsteps of the rambler sleeps in the fragrance
of the heather.
Little blades of grass touching my naked feet
Oh, the soft pleasant touch, the trodden path
I am treading again; though this is my first
Venture, my maiden hike towards the peak
The great heights of the neighbouring mountains!
Have you ever lost yourself in the benumbing wilderness?
Have you ever heard the silent call of the Titans, metamorphosed
Into rocks? Little nameless flowers swaying their heads
In an enchanted dance; the chill in the air
Gently touching my mortal body, making a grand statement
“If the heaven exists anywhere, it’s here, it’s absolutely here”
The eternal path leads you from crag to crag, from bends to bends
Like a child of nature I play hide and seek with the impish fountains
And waterfalls, oh how majestically they cascade down
On the wings of wild butterflies,
Swiftly hiding
Into impregnable gorges
The hairpin bends
Beckons
Oh, the wider stretch again
Looming, there is before, the endless and bottomless
Gulf of the sky, kissed benevolently by the sunny morning
High and hoary oaks and pines
Standing on both sides like insomniac sentries
The intolerable ache, nearly paralysed feet
One
Step
Forward, another
One
Inflated lungs
Is it the end of the road?
Oh, god, at last, yeah, at last
I am on top
I am looking beneath towards the inviting clouds
My eagle soul outstretches its wings
The sky kisses my forehead like my mother
17.09.2014
Contest: Pinnacle
Once upon a Pike’s Peak dreary,
This witch said her name was Carrie,
Fog so thick couldn’t see nary,
Though her screech was a bit scary!
Suddenly the thick fog lifted,
What I saw was nary gifted,
She stared as on broom she shifted,
Astrid the broom her dress drifted.
I saw her multi colored socks,
Her face was marked with multi pocks,
Ugly wench, as small pile of rocks,
She said, “Aren’t I a beauty’s fox?”
I said, “You are beauty’s least!
On your face, maggots have feasts!
You resemble something deceased!
Beauty’s returned as the beast.”
“Your beauty has been impeached,
Your ugly face has been leeched,
Dried up prune not lovely peach,
Leave me now of thee I beseech.”
Now visit to Pike’s Peak is bleary,
Because of Carrie I’m leery,
Resemblance to exes is eerie,
Place doesn’t fit my game theory!
Up in Colorado, in the forests of Pikes Peak
A cranky critters conference was held just this week
It was led by a mouse, 3 legs, whiskerless & without tail
"Against a common foe!" He said "We must Unite! We must prevail!"
He hobbled out to the edge of the woods & pointed toward a house
In that house, I once lived a good life, a young & healthy mouse
Then one day the rancher's wife decided she'd had enough
I will say she is a worthy adversary, Mercy she was tough!
He looked around at all the critters, weasel, skunk & squirrel
& said "I hate to admit it but I was bested by a girl!"
Its true, I escaped alive but she got her trophies, too
For I left my tail, paws & whiskers stuck there in her glue
The squirrel spoke up in a streetwise Brando voice
I'll accept the challenge! For this mission, I am the best choice!
I know this lady well, having enjoyed seeds & nuts out on her deck
I am not afraid of her & will show her we deserve respect
So the squirrel plotted & waited until the time was right
He saw his chance & took it while in the birds she took delight
He scampered up a pine tree & scurried out on to a branch
While she was distracted with a phone call & a pretty bird, he seized his chance
He took a flying leap, landing square on her blond head
Taking great delight in her squeals of surprise & dread
He then let loose with a torrent of the defecation sort
"That's for all the dead & walking wounded!" was his parting retort
The moral of this story, for one there must be
Is be mindful of avenging squirrels when you sit beneath a tree
The trailhead stands there before me,
after two hour's drive,
a peak with a panorama
that others call sublime.
I have been meaning to climb it,
test my will and my heart,
cannot believe it took this long
just to come out this far.
First half-mile is the hardest,
the legs start feeling strain,
bored by long hours of sitting
now they rebel at pain.
Wonder why I keep doing this,
but still I do not stop,
settle into a standard pace
the pain begins to drop.
Around me is a vast forest,
everything looks alike,
like I'm climbing through a tunnel,
and can't rely on sight.
Cling to a narrow walking path,
where others went before,
nothing but endless trees to see,
I thought there would be more.
Now the sweat starts to flow freely,
and the lungs start to heave,
but the peak just keeps on rising,
getting harder to breathe.
The breaks are coming more often,
count my steps to distract
my mind from asking fair questions,
'Why aren't we turning back?'
To go through so much exertion
just to see rocks and pines?
What are we even doing here?
What do we hope to find?
Counting steps no longer working,
my mood is getting rough,
but then a glint of sunlight comes,
outlines a ridge above.
I push despite muscles aching,
despite my tired feet,
tell myself you must feel some pain
if you're to climb the peak.
Trees are now getting much smaller,
the forest starts to thin,
or vista I'd not imagined
I start to get a glimpse...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Shall Seek On Mountain Peak
Jesus our master who we know is meek,
To find Him have always wanted to seek;
Had occurred,
Heard His word,
From valley low to a tall mountain peak.
Jim Horn
The Peak
Nothing easy in life to achieve
But only failure is achievable stress less
The road to success is full of obstreperous
I latter discovered that
End of a war is the beginning of another
No matter how the hindrance
Termites built their house
No matter how obstacles
They keep destroying their target
As tall a tree may
Squirrel pursuit until it reaches the top
Continue doing your worth
Thee will reach the peak
For thee to get thy want
You must be confident
Shakespeare has became a mirror
Wole Soyinka symbolize Africa
They both encounter challenge
They keep pursuing
Till their names are shining like a daily sun
and like a rounded moon
Here I am again hiking near a mountaintop
as the aroma of hibiscus reminds me
of my charmed youth, of a serenity the winds
cannot contain. As I reach its mid- peak,
my breath spills of gratitude, gently affirmed.
It didn't matter if maple trees were older now
perhaps, rustling hems of boughs
or if the mossy ferns gathered like cracked
thistles on a late afternoon.
I was bathed with soft of light beyond
the ridges inhaling the serene madness
of a nature-pilgrim... as if the moment
stretched into a dance of family trails.
I wander on… and now, my sweet memory retains
a journey of girlhood days: on Mt.Cordillera,
the fullness of my spring lips, my summer cheeks
embrace a rapture I am unable to touch
or cuddle in my arms.
While gazing at how new starlight emit its beauty;
all I know is on this angelic evening’s bliss…
I become a child of eight again.
Mountains Contest Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver
Submitted 8/13/2017
She's been dreaming of
a beyond compare life,
like Mayon volcano's
stunning shape,
but this just sickly sticks
in her bold eyes
while staring at
the fabulous view
that she's been painted
perfectly
for decades, to be the best
yet only turns into a
scary sketch.
No engineer without them
Without them who is footballer
Pilots are born of them
And the youth are from them.
There are no 'his and her' if it was not them
Each employee is born from them
And the our leaders too
Take it to the peak of success.
Who are mother if not them
No father became leaders
He also educated children from them
Without them no one goes everywhere.
O they are nations’ educators
Authors are not born if not them
Thanks should be extended to them
As education is the right direction.
Happy Teachers Day 2015
I love you teacher. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
Kota Kinabalu, 11:49 AM, 15May2015
behind a cloud
a peek a boo moon
hide and seek
~On Pike’s Peak in moonlight as fog lifted,
the maiden of gloom appeared on her broom,
this witch I saw her as her dress drifted,
with multi colored socks and face filled pocks.
~The maiden of gloom appeared on her broom,
she did screech, “Aren’t I a great beauty’s peach?”
With multi colored socks, and face filled pocks,
I impeached gruesome, eerie, ugly, wench .
~She did screech, “Aren’t I a great beauty’s peach?”
I said, “Return to east, you gruesome beast!"
I impeached gruesome, eerie, ugly, wench,
as she wickedly danced the moonlit glen.
~I said, “Return to east, you gruesome beast!”
She hissed and she retorted , “I’m a beauty!”
As she wickedly dance the moonlit glen,
she hissed, she squawked, in the moonlight she mocked.
~She hissed and she retorted, "I'm a beauty!"
This witch I saw her, as her dress drifted,
she hissed, she squawked, in the moonlight she mocked,
on Pike's Peak, in moonlight, as fog lifted.
For and in Honor of Paula Swanson
And Contest: Back to Back
The mount of your grace has stolen my
innocence. Your peak ascends my dignity
as the beauty of the sun setting in the west
calls my name. Your elevation reads like a
verse of mighty vigor. Below the shadows of
a cloud, you carry a bald eagle soaring to
catch his prey. If the distance is too wide,
you shall feel my warmth glazing into your
majestic images. I have been released as I
walk through the valley leading to your
presence. The spirit I catch fills my essence
with pure enlightenment. No valley is too
deep and no river is too shallow. You carry
these natural wonders beneath and in between.
The power of your existence will always remain
in the wonder of Mother Nature’s hands. She
has birthed true elegance which reveals a
passion for the world to comprehend. Your
magnitude showers efficacious desires to climb
and reach the top. May we all strive with
perseverance to attempt to reach the heights
of your elevation. Then maybe...just maybe,
we can settle into the grace of your solemn peak.
Mountains Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Date Written: July 17, 2016