Crags Poems - Poems about Crags

... From the crag I see the path descend into the valley shrouded in the shadows of doubt, uncertainty, and fear of failure. I see a white pillar cast in regret's cold salt-stone, from which there......

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...Apparitions behind every mottled rock. Shaded countenance surreptitious like shadows. Fractured slivers and fragments boast - On wall, ceiling and floor. Splattered drop cloth - reflective dread.......

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...The Heights of Machu Picchu, Canto VIII by Pablo Neruda translation by Michael R. Burch Ascend with me, my American love! Let’s kiss these mysterious stones together! The Urubamba’s torren......

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... Once, the rivers ran free and bold, Through emerald lands, rich with gold. Mountains whispered to the sky, Under the watchful, sovereign eye. Then came ships with foreign flags, Tongues of s......

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..."free from conditioned belief no agenda on our shelf vibrant as the light of Self life flows on all by itself” - Unseeking Seeker All I wish is to be my genuine self Fre......

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...(“Dark Pool of Light Nebula”, 2011, original oil) The Space of Dreams The space of dreams is a mysterious place. Where exactly is it? Some would quickly say Only within the neural nets......

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... The train fled through forlorn forests Emerging on the stormy steppes It crossed the raging ravine waters Up the rugged crags it crept. I was on that midnight journey Seeking you to join y......

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... Listen to the joy, the melody… silence, peaceful as the forest’s streams, Reassuring the soul of every good thing. Listen to the melancholy, worthy of a tear Falling in the shadows of a dre......

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...My sorrowful spirit rose high above the rainbow, higher yet, until it reached the snowy peaks of the ragged mountain. It was cold there, though above the severe sun blazed hard. Here and there......

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...In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond But the original Helvellyn called... Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled. Of Lake poets, I eagerly read And I ......

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...brilliance bona fide in redolent skies keen red submerging, clementine twilight sunflowers show-offs of the waning sun wedged within burnt orange escarpments swifts of volcanic horizon in desert ......

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...Three sister winds, Ephemeral progeny, Spawned by the sun's relentless But passionless heat, And the earth's inexorable Grinding rotation: Sirocco dances across the vast emptiness of the......

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... The sun, resplendent in its blazing might, Burns fiercely o'er a barren, lifeless waste, A desert dry and vast where earth is scorched By searing radiation, deathly bright. No sign of life bu......

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...Smiles and blooms have crawled away in haste; Cool sweetness and incense of the prime Have receded into the pothole of time With the irritant summer and the rainy waste ; Winter is an epitome of ......

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...In tertiary times, when two continents adrift Titanically collided to tectonically uplift The gasping ocean floor Resurrected up once more Left the water for the land; Five miles high it made it......

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