A Night Like Never Before
The moon shone brighter than usual,
casting silver light across the mountains.
The men gathered around a blazing fire,
its dancing sparks making the night even merrier.
A beer tap made its rounds,
each man filling his tumbler with ease.
Little moments of silence crept in,
only to be swept away by loud conversations
and hysterical laughter
that cut through the quiet night air.
Deep within the mountain forest,
where the cruisers stood parked upon the great rocks,
the scene felt almost unreal.
Firelight flickered against faces,
shadows danced among the trees,
and the wilderness seemed to pause
to witness the gathering.
It was a sight to behold,
a night that would linger in memory
long after the fire had faded
and the moon had crossed the sky.
her gentleman friend is not gentleman-like
a fraudulent flimflam man, a shyster named Ike
I would love to tell the cheater to take a hike
but then she would marry him said her Daddy Mike
World’s deadliest hike
Huashan mountain of China
Plank walk in the sky
© Copyright KC. Leake
11th October 2025
All Rights Reserved
Of burning sight, we grow the flora,
From dancing light of my aurora.
A stunted garden, met with showers,
Brought to bloom, bouquet of flowers.
In casting passion, bright the sky,
Of green and blue we share an eye.
The way of stars and trees alike,
Through boreal we join and hike.
The high hills hummed in praise of their Creator,
As we recklessly rushed down all the rough rocks,
Careful not to tumble down the treacherous
Uneven paths that led to the vast valley.
Here and there were fruitful farms, corn growing tall.
Whilst a cacophony of crows, hens and geese
Filled the air contrasting with passeri and larks,
Practicing their mellow melodious songs.
We found a tavern, delicious spicy food
That soon greeted us as we entered and met
The few travellers that revelled in that place
Which was so warm that we ate our fill with grace.
We marked the superb place on our tattered maps,
Sure to visit the homely tavern again.
FICTION (there are no real hills in Malta)
Find Father Farrell and Terrell
when over barrel
while incredible church is imperil
find (call) Father Farrell (Terrell)
Parish which we cherish would scream
when scalded with steam so it did see
when either having been suspectable to sterile
or fond of finding a pleasant parishioner
who has happened to ferociously find
that his friend was feral
which we knew would be infuriating
while humiliatingly absurd we have heard
Interesting. Old
priest in Wichita, KS
was Father Bob Terrell.
Peril lives in free
An injustice made to see
Mangled maple tree
let’s hike up to the druid arch!
i am less than enthusiastic
let’s drive to it I suggest
grandma! you can’t drive there!\
we do a little encyclopedia research
druid arch is one hundred and fifty foot tall
impressive in the middle of nowhere
it is a cedar mesa sandstone reminder
of the Permian period
san dune deposited 245 million years ago
it is located at the head of elephant canyon
in canyonlands national park,
San Juan County, Utah
The hike there is eleven miles out and back
I get out my running shoes and my walker
hoping my granddaughter can push two hundred pounds in the arizona sand
Daylight wipes its face.
I travel through a door
unlocking an attic of mind.
If I had a best pair of pants
I would wear them
but I have only the next to best.
Small unnamed birds
are clambering
over a heaped-up sky.
I may have to climb a little also,
my best boots are old
but they have been to the tops
and the bottoms
and know the distance between.
I have plenty of rope
new rope
rope as silver and sparkly
as the morning dew.
It will do.
Do you ever wish you'd never been born?
Never again?
Do I play a role in your misery?
Or, did our paths cross to confirm inevitable suffering?
I'm weak and addicted.
Mayonnaise brain.
Unfiltered rants that indulge self hate.
Pushing the limits.
I don't want to be what I created.
Seem is adjacent.
No satisfaction.
Coincidence is comfortable in the simile of simplicity.
Just one second and we fall.
Gravity is there. I accepted whatever outcome
Without a breath of consequence.
Never again.
I love returning to the vale;
I feel recharged, hearty, and hale.
It lifts my spirits without fail,
bringing a joy that’s not for sale.
It keeps me lighter on the scale
while still eschewing all that kale.
Missy concurs out on the trail,
takes in the smells, and wags her tail.
A well-packaged joke
Able to ribs poke:
The enclosed in cloak
So thick y’d think Oak…
Bad Dad by Son locked,
Because Son was shocked
Dad never Mum rocked,
Her clean wages docked,
Prayers to Christ blocked,
Dreams of rescue mocked,
Bad guys round her flocked,
Monitoring head cocked,
Russian guns, two, cocked…
Jokes God did not like,
Their cracker Mark Mike:
Now limp hands round mic,
Sure he’d face God’s strike
“For now, avoid bike
And decline a hike.”
on
the palm
turmoil fate
of the next year
as like burning coal
no peace in working hand
backbone is suffering clasps
waiting for the new tragic time
sipping the slaver of dearth panic
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
10/08/2022
I just asked a Cleve Mike
What it might just be like
To fall into a dyke
While riding a fast bike?
A Mike Mc styling,
All day gusto rising,
His showmanship pricing,
His daily cake icing
But Mike was all silence,
My question robbed of sense
Through not planned reticence;
I think A Mike's Patience
But soon from Mike "A hike!"
"Satan's own planned strike"
So, no last violence
To obvious common sense.
Six mile hike
Twelve hundred feet of climb
Viv in a pack
Up on my back
I’d do it anytime
Six mile hike
Left a car at the top
Hiking through lava
Jonesing for java
Didn’t see a shop
Six mile hike
Trek in the painted desert
Slogged through sand
That wasn’t planned
Morning comes, legs gonna hurt
Six mile hike
Granddaughter, daughter and wife
Out in God’s glory
Writing our story
Gratefully living this life
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