Best Peaks Poems

The sunset tints the mountain's purple peaks,
painting frescos on alabaster snow.
And bleeding scarlet into trickling creeks,
Nature surpasses Michelangelo.

Shadows scurry to merge with silhouettes
as acrobatic bats hunt moths in flight.
And the night gets as quiet as it gets;
when darkness extinguishes the last light.

Ebony gets lit by...

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The ponderous fog lifted early,
now the widening bounteous blue
makes its presence known,
my feet stay on the ground,
but my eyes climb an upward
journey passing slowly in review
and as big as passion itself.

I'm gently carried to another height,
a caressing contentment and quiet period
where the depths of inspiration
seem...

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At Paro of Bhutan I found the clouds
Gathering over the snow white peaks
Over the summit the deep blue shroud
Kept looking on in dazed disbelief

If one takes up my fountain pen
Or snatches my favourite umbrella
Restless naturally are all the grains
Confusion arrives in the sweet tabla

White clouds...

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These mouths of laugh
 these traps of many
these winds as peas,
 they grow;they are tall.

These fools to smiles
 these miserable men of ham;
these slings of love
 they fail;they are frail.

These fair feet;adorned
 these skins of cherubs;rare
these sparks of peace,
 they come;they go.

These rivers of soil
...

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Mountains glow like amber
As being lit by an eternal fire
The sun sets slowly

Andean peaks embedded in clouds
Shadows spread  on ancient sands




Berge glühen wie Bernstein
Wie durch ein ewiges Feuer entfacht
Die Sonne geht langsam unter

Anden Gipfel eingebettet in Wolken
Schatten  ergießen sich auf altem Sand




Las montañas...

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Hidden Lake Resting Between Snowy Peaks 

Cold lake in the clouds soothes his weary soul, 
among towering, silent, mountain peaks. 
Life's troubles have taken a heavy toll, 
sadness rasping in his voice when he speaks. 

He conjured better images of calm sound 
on glistening snow-white...

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Twin Peaks 
My nana used to say don’t go out without your vest
I wish that I had listened, cos I have an infection on my chest…
The dear old Spanish mama’s still in goose fat do believe
They say pack it on - and your chest it...

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I cannot think of mountains
without thinking of mine.
And how nice they are to climb.

Perched on the top
the view is sublime
of that valley of mine.

The Twin Peaks I call them.
Sharp summits on top.
Hold on...don't stop.

So smooth are the sides.
If you let go you might slide
down into...

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Everyone enjoys cruising easy street 
Hits keep playing around the clock
Everything flawlessly falling into place
Puzzle pieces effortlessly interlock

Humming along until hit a speed bump
Your momentum derailed by a detour 
Diverting your good vibes off track 
Unsure if you will be able to endure

Then reminded of...

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I'm always trying to strive for higher peaks
I'd like to think I'm destined for better things
It's like a giant archive but what is it one seeks
When many great expectations it too brings

Still trying I am to get back up that ladder
As I’ve mentioned in countless...

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The wind whispers 

about the still peaks 

of high mountains dressed 

in their white gowns 

as if readying for  

a grand ball where 

a prince would come to meet 

his bride all dressed in white. 


The clouds too linger 

there about the slopes, 

transfixed...

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Cobalt cragged peaks amidst clouds 
Cathedrals they are, proud so tall
Years of erosion now shout loud
My eyes now view in total thrall
Their reflections upon natures pure
Sharing many marvels from her brochure...

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Peaks & Valleys

I take the Silk route of valleys
 
Journeying to quench a thirst for long
 
Droplets of fragrant sweat travel along
 
Necks of passions have guided along
 
Climbing the peaks standing proud
 
Feel the tremble of joy around
 
Moans and Sighs filling the ground
 
Cravings of depth so profound
 
Touches & Kisses...

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Every Sunday, I'd hopscotch
to the top of the hill
behind your house.
Not because it was fun-
but because I knew you
would watch me-
and you watching
made my head dizzy
with laughter
so terrific and shattering
my ears would pop.

You used to tell me to
go pretend wherever I
wanted to pretend;
the world was...

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April 26, 2018 Thursday 9:10 am  A COMING APART OR A COMING TOGETHER


	WHEN WILL I HAVE YOU?	

	I ask
	oh, anything to get you to focus on us
	Think about 
	Talk about us
	but, the bait isn’t taken
	You must forget how much this love seeks 
	to validate
	to commeserate
	to...

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