Best The Alps Poems
the ribs of falling night
cold flints of a dark path
a dark curtain
creating two rooms
nameless stumps of teeth
melted to the white rock jaw
heavy as the light is frail
the way a black swan`s neck
tubular and serrated;
the pines guard the frost
the tree line has swallowed the sun
a dead story under the forest floor
pushes me along
all light has fled the sky,
apart from the points of dropping stars,
and the distant road into the far.
Masterful!
lordly framed
picturesque rain stain
ing icy cap summit’s height,
vaulting off grassy green
pediplain’s sloping foothills,
impinging azure sky’s obscur
ing clouds.
blazing sunbeam painted
freshet rush to where river-rocks
are the fairest.
rosy-finch, gray-crowned,
bathe cross-winds breeze clink
ing conifers lazing at the frost rich shore,
river flow, embolden splendor.
the poetics surrendered?
ingest’d without disturbance,— by us,
graylings are of abound... thus!
Army of Napoleon Bonaparte,
Was so rhythmically marching,
Gliding across all rough paths
Like condors to conquer the Alps;
A woman aged in experience,
Warns him consequences dire;
For never ever in her lifetime,
Had she seen anyone coming back;
He, overwhelmed by love for her,
Gifts her diamonds vastly valued;
Tells her to spread the great story
Of Napoleon daring to come back;
The army in reluctance rebels,
To move ahead to such hazard;
Telling them it’s a matter trivial,
He enkindles their spirits to soar;
Indeed, they had seen a hill,
And enquired their master about it;
‘Alps Mountain is great’, he said,
Lo, this resembles nothing of it;
They climbed it so simple and easy,
And expected another expedition tough;
Reaching the plains he smilingly said,
The Alps has already been conquered;
Relentless was Napoleon’s ways,
Victory-oriented his daring deeds;
His faith mingled with intelligence,
Charisma combined with confidence;
Motivation merged with military trust,
Handled rarest of rare predicaments…
01 July 2021
I walked outside in the scorching heat moving papers and turning over pages just looking for that one line that goes back to the middle ages. The search was long, the documents were strong and the paragraph sits at the bottom with the exact words about the controversial land. Moses was deceased, Joshua was bequeathed and mimiram joined the crew when her leprosy
came through.
I traveled to Vatican City to view the writing form the thirteenth century there were piles and piles of them standing in a row but I had nowhere to go and I could not move any of them.
I had to view them with a magnifying glass or the whole thing would have fallen apart .I walked along the Vatican city underground and there were museums all around with documents that goes back to the creation of the earth but they were all sealed up in dirt.
Something caught my eyes from the back and I continue to move my eyeball over the lines to see what historical data I could find. I just wanted to fit the pieces together until I could uncover the secrecy, and just when I thought my long search was done a cockroach crawl up from the corner and there it was staring at me, the very line that illustrate my dignity. A thousand cameras pointed at me from every angle, I could not touch or move a thing until the vessel I had memorized the plaintiff hymn.
The Priest kept juggling on the floor and the Roman soldiers keep asking for more, the theater was where it all began with a harp a violin and a harmonica riding on the gondola and singing a song. They were all playing for me as the discovery breaks the bonds of history to uncover an age-old mystery, the authentic crowd docked on the other side while I continue to hold up my pride and the gondola drift.
I try to fit the piece together so I went on a hurricane ride and landed in Peru and made my way to the city of Cuzco to connect the dots and explore the salt mine of maras and when I got what I wanted I made my way to France and visit the Mount Blanc and made a bond with Eifel tower. When the research was over, I clocked in nine hundred million dollars for a Zig Zag line and a marking on a cave that was divine.
And so the evidence was right in front of me to prove the murder in the first degree and a global fraud in the second degree. You must make haste and come and see me.
the mountains call my name
I hear, but am fearful about responding
they come to me in dreams
demanding to be heard
I keep dreaming of them, I complain
you are meant to go, they want you.
is this possible? I turn in for another restless night
the alps are demanding.
I must have lived there in another lifetime.
I always had an affinity for the book Heidi.
Knowing I have to go, I booked the trip.
It was an experience of a lifetime.
I felt like I was finally home.
I have been back six times since.
Cannot get enough of them.
They make me feel beloved.