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 crags
old West crush corralled in surround-hugs
Categories:
escarpments, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Stretched out on wing of weariness,
The total collapse of the flesh.
Arms and legs, limp and pitiless.
The world’s escarpments hurt..enmesh.
Come to me, says the one buried…
Who rose from the grave. Likewise grim,
With heaviness, her soul carried
To the foot of the cross…to Him.
The death bed’s a feather, so white.
Her guardian angel plucked from
her largesse…quintessence takes flight.
To heavy hearted, He says Come.
Decomposing in shallow grave,
But not so the soul…it is brave.
Categories:
escarpments, christian,
Form: Rhyme
I live in rooms
housed in the interior,
some just small
cells cut into bone,
spaces barely big enough
to fit a soul.
Others offer more
with sweeping views
of oceans, mountains, waterfalls
spilling endlessly over
sun drenched escarpments
and long corridors leading
to nowhere and everywhere
with mirrors splitting the mind
into light.
There are rooms groaning
under the weight of books,
learnings spun like sticky webs
that hold me trussed up
like prey. Heavens caught
in words and given wings
to float across time,
monuments brushed
by immortality and symphonies
so moving as to be
a breath away from pain.
Then there are
dark places with no windows
or doors, musty chambers
for the fallen and racks
stretched across nights where
a Grand Inquisitor exacts
confessions and sentences
the condemned to hell.
A lifetime has been spent inside
these rooms of my own making,
looking out onto a world set
by seasons which have
slowly seeped through
and worn away the walls
of my home.
Categories:
escarpments, imagination, seasons, time,
Form: Free verse
That road to the mountain top
slippery and wet it is not as you go
guides need not pull you up and up
someone is at the bottom to push on
That road to the mountain top is hard
escarpments and cliffs beckon you
sharp rocks and soft ones on the way
with care you step on each to destination
Those who reach at the top of destiny
lucky when cold ice and snow greets
fortunate are those that find rest tent to rest
unfortunate are those that meet crater lake
Those who reach the mountain top
bear duty to those who pushed or pulled
when avalanche sweeps them downward
and volcano erupts back they fly to bottom
Climb the mountain wisely and responsibly
Never say good bye to those who lifted you
for one day you will be back in their hands
The way of the world teaches fools wisdom
But the stubborn become fleshly foolish
Categories:
escarpments, inspirational, success,
Form: Free verse
For how long must the world sufferer fallacious arguments,
that war wins the right to rule, scarlet, the stains of blood,
as leaders eviscerate their people, internal organs strew escarpments,
curious vultures bide their time, waiting till the dying die,
to bewilder, plunge innocents into the trenches of war, tantalize
with fallacious promises of wealth and good health, do leaders, they
create a vortex, a black hole scenario, where all human life meets death,
inadvertently, not knowing there will be a winner, Mother Nature,
a new chance for wildlife, the survival of the fittest, to which they all relate,
let peace be the way, reach out to all life, let peace rule with good will I pray!
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06/13/2018
Eight word challenge - 7 Poetry Contest - Sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
escarpments, betrayal, innocence, nature, war,
Form: Free verse
It was spread out all over the living room,
clicked along escarpments and apartments, soon
reaching a station, waiting for master's command,
It left, exuberant, at the touch of a magic wand.
Hornby was sub-standard, Triang was better,
engine would haul along nicely if you let her,
The Golden Arrow went past Harrow, gague narrow,
we leaned out of the window, some arsehole said hello.
The Flying Scotsman rounded a corner, took a turn,
ran into a poetry book, some people never learn,
obstacle removed, twice, journey half as nice,
we know how they run, grown men - not mice.
Finally, going the other way - know what jealousy lacks,
measured decorum on the other side of the tracks.
Categories:
escarpments, 4th grade, imagery, magic,
Form: Prose
I want to climb this mountain top
but the peak is covered with clouds
I can see only the grey things flowing
escarpments are very steep and sharp
whenever I try I glide as baby baboon
on a cut stem of banana plant at home
slopes are homes of lions and cobras
claws and fangs point at me furiously
still I want to go there at whatever costs
my heart pulsates for the mountain top
every sun that rises swells my hope
I am jealous of abilities of the eagles
that find it a walk to reach and perch
I wish I was an angel of the heavens
the top of this mountain I could touch
that day I get an opportunity to rise to it
the sweet triumphant will be engraved
forever on my back and annals of desire
Categories:
escarpments, desire, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Stark barren red island
Rising out of sea like sand
Changing colours reflecting
The heat and sun parched land
The shadows cast by the Olgas
Beneath a rainbow sky
Land eternal revolving
Interchanging wet and dry
Like a speck of sand in time
Are the prints of all of man
Ancient land of cycads
The hot dry breezes fan
A pitiless barren country
Giving birth to evergreen
Ghost gums like sentinels
On solitary escarpments wean
Kakadu and Katherine
And the emblem kangaroo
Solitude, the Dreamtime
And the sacred Uluru
Heart of this my country
Pulsating barren land
Land of “Never Never”
This Northern Wonderland
Categories:
escarpments, places,
Form: Rhyme
Bold escarpments scrape the clear sky,
rake and hoe the clouds day bright,
plant your pointed pinnacle high,
show man the way into the Light.
Reflect upon the fractured form
for all that is human is reborn.
Categories:
escarpments, faith, nature,
Form: Verse
These green and isolate continents,
set apart by oceans slick as glass,
post signs on high escarpments
to warn ships, sailors -- and loves that pass --
of seeming permanence, often met:
though earth seem solid and free from rift,
please beware of continental drift.
Categories:
escarpments, allegory, introspection, life, lost
Form: Rhyme
Seven Post-its,
a constellation not unlike the Big Dipper
guide travelers through a deskscape
of escarpments and promontories.
Out beyond the half eaten sandwich
dotting the horizon
are The Spires of Mountain Dew,
monuments of deadlines never met.
Rumor has it that beneath
a sedimentary strata of folders
and never-read reports
are Fed-X artifacts
and a 1990 desk calendar.
Four Post-its,
yellow green fuchsia and pink
like Burma Shave placards,
line the bookcase less traveled.
“Fix car”
“Pay bills”
“Workout”
“Orlando”
In a screen-saver sky
biplanes aimlessly fly
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth.
Categories:
escarpments, funny
Form: Free verse
With first light mountains begin to fill
the pool where its water´s been quiet all night,
and now where swimming´s climbing through water,
climbing the shining escarpments, over alpine meadows
towards the heights of sleep
-- what still water had held-- until,
while having gone to bed in the darkening valley,
sun splashes the last of its light
on mountains overhead.
Categories:
escarpments, life, nature, mountains,
Form: Classicism