Best Steeply Poems

Behind our house, below the deck
with its pleasing benches and sylvan view,
the back yard we have descends steeply
to a little stream called Chimacum Creek.

It is September, so the Creek’s waters
are shallow, so shallow that
little music from its ripple and flow
rises to meet our eager, listening...

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Oh how sweet the taste of living, its soothing full; and joy..
This spring..' roll fields of clover, where ride the horse & boy
when wide blue sky is stretching, and forest boughs show green
there sweetly smile the maidens, as farmers feel like kings 
upon the shaded...

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Morality’s general
with an intimidating aura 
and a commanding presence;
this charisma’s description 
is a single lane void of corners
written in a dictionary 
consisting of a single page.
Blamelessness so standardized 
to be empirical
and ruthless to liberalism.
Pragmatism functions but under 
the administration of apt discipline
with no chance for...

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UP   AND   AWAY

Grumbling rumbling ground falls silent
She feels for freedom with delight
And her wing flaps’ gentle movement
Lets her  scale  invisible height

Shining metal sheets  a-polish
Steeply sloping wings now fly
And massive silver flying fish
Great creature hauls up thru the sky

Rising...

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silver beams dancing
gently casting deep shadows
that seduce senses

icy waters plunge
steeply down into the lake 
forming long ripples...

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Our lusty voice was in the tramp of narrow, winding,
     Scree-littered, deep-rutted roads;     
 Ravens, uttering guttural croaks, slow-wheeling above      
   Vast, resonating, steeply plunging gorges;    ...

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for White Sands National Monument

I float through a vast ocean of white sand,
gliding slowly over the dancing dunes,
some rise gently against the purple mountain backdrop,
some tower steeply, ruling the barren waves,
I am called to soar above them...

Quiet,
the air is silent in the evening sun,
as clouds...

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I can see it now even without looking that clear view above the steeply dropping 
rooftops.  That sight is peppered across my childhood memories, the open 
moorland, in all weathers and in all seasons.  Standing at the top of the road on the...

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China Tour Diary Moment #1
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KUNMING THOUGHTS


Sunday morning flight to Kunming city;
East bound to explore vignettes of China;
New vistas to sight, postcard memories;
Feast visual galore on tour agenda.

Yunnan province greets our earthly landing;
Brisk clearance and we find our local guide;
Exchange smiles that meet, then tour bus...

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I walked up the rugged cliff for an overview 
I was benumbed at the spectacular vista
Of the sunset dowsing out the fire 
On the gorges of the grand canyon


I was benumbed at the spectacular vista
That was a delicious treat for my eyes
On the gorges of...

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He's gliding,
Lightly down the hill –
The ancient track, the Hollow Way.

He's hungry,
Searching for a kill:
He must locate a meal today.

Our eyes meet.
His, like two dark pools, 
Impenetrable, golden rimmed.

His wingspan,
At least a metre
Tip to tip; majestic power.

Yet gliding
Seems so effortless –
Master of conserved energy.

Closing speed,
Buzzard...

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The rise of the silent
We have come all the way from the darkness, 
The one wise men call blindness.
With axes, hoes, we are paving the way,
And our hands aren’t down until there is a way.
We aren’t scared of the lions that roar,
We are the fearless...

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We came walking blind bends at dusk, 
An overhanging fig picked fresh.
No pavements, just a nervous trust 
that drivers would skirt our single line.

Hugging the roadside with torches lit, 
Phones swung glowing to the ground 
At each arm's stride, hunger growing. 
Alkina's Taverna above the...

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I heard something on the wireless
As i went about my day,
Some new strain of virus
In some province far away.

I didn’t pay much attention
As it seemed a distant threat.
Well that was my contention
So I didn’t break a sweat

The message, soon transparent,
Warned that death was prowling by,
It...

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TRAM   BELL



Steep streets everywhere you played,
Where your football would roll away forever;
And sawdust spilt out of the butcher’s onto the steep sidewalk 
Among the feet of the tram queue,
All listening keenly to hear the bell sounding 
From the tram which was overdue.
All gazing...

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