Hills Poems

A Triad of Tanka VII: Under The Pale Hills

Under the pale hills,

Enchanting and elusive,

Autumn's jewelled mists

Reminding me, once again,

All things are transitory.
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Half-bathed in mauven...

How compelling the far hills.

Wistful; yet...lovely.

For always these opaque hills

Forever pulling on me.
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Never forgetting;

And on sparkling, misty days,

Lifting on sunshine

I will see your faint outlines

Etched against reflective cloud.
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Dual Simulation Finding Carlo

She is not much outspoken this one
Ever quite mulling over what knows God 
Her effect is she has one always second guessing
Never quite sure if you have the right desired vibe
If you don’t watch her body language she is easily cross
Her nature is intriguing while unsettling in equal measure
I pride myself on my perceptional capabilities

Like Misty Rains on Hills

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Poem for The Black Hills

They bore the winds of time
as they rose from arid lands.
They sun poked past one peak
while my work crew waited
to move to another place on the highway,
and we knew the day would fade.
We knew
highways must always be mended
and the same with our lives.
We spoke in hushed voices
among these hills
made when the earth shifted.
Somewhere beyond rested
a

Far Far Away from the Madding Crowd

Upon green hills where gentle breezes play,
A village wakes to greet the golden light.
No city horns disturb the break of day,
Just birds that sing and skies serenely bright.

The air is crisp, each breath a gift so pure,
With streams that babble secrets as they run.
Life moves in rhythms peaceful and demure,
Unhurried hours beneath the warming sun.

Fields

Enugu, Nigeria, Africa

In Enugu, where coal city dreams rise,
Beneath Nigeria’s sun, under African skies,
Hills whisper tales of Igbo grace,
Ancient spirits dance in this sacred place.  

Palm trees sway, red earth hums low,
Nsukka’s wisdom in breezes flow.
Markets pulse with kola nut’s cheer,
Okpa’s warmth draws loved ones near.  

From Awhum’s falls, where waters sing,
To Udi’s cliffs, where

Perchance To Dream

eds are deadly dangerous
more people die there
no matter young or old
than anywhere
else in the whole wide world
(or so I've been told)
and if it's not too late
someone should legislate
to outlaw
and recall them all
then instead we'll sleep on the floor
so before you go
up the wooden hills to Bedforshire
and wend your weary way
to the land of Nod
if you

Ode to the Hmar Hills

"Ode to the Hmar Hills"

No crowded streets, no city’s glare,  
But Hmar Hills' green slopes and mist-kissed air—  
Where Pherzawl’s rains in whispers fall,  
And Senvon’s breeze outshines them all.  

Oh Damdiei’s hills, so cool, so high,  
Where childhood dreams still paint the sky!  
No Delhi’s heat, no Mumbai’s

Sunrise at Early Morn

"Every sunrise gives you a new beginning and a new ending." Norton Juster
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                                          Sunrise

Daffodils on Rolling Hills

      Daffodils on rolling hills
         Tulips in full bloom
       A rose emerges every hour
         Aroma of peonies in my room

       Dad burn

Windy Hills

The sun does beam
Over many a quick stream
That run into valleys flourishing with floral
Where the wind howls with seemingly no morals
It lashes out it's rage against swaying, tall trees
High doe they stand, and far doe they see
Rain falls light
Unless cursed with the winds' might
But on hot, Summers' eves
Does the wind blow little but leaves
Cooling and

A Miracle in the Spring Hills

               ‘Tale of a Homeless Cat’

What an outstanding sunrise, that eventful day!
But I feared to see the clouds turn steel gray.
Then, the scary sounds of thunder!
It’s been months, since I lost my way…
Rain, tapping the joy of my soul away.

A homeless

I once met a girl from Beverly Hills

I once met a girl from Beverly Hills
who sold a potpourri of mind-bending pills.
I bought one and ate it,
and my entire mind got negated.
It was one of my life's most forgettable thrills.

Today, even the hills seem blue and other painful verses

Today, even the hills seem blue.
Unhappiness is just happiness ~
being torn to shreds by you.
Bartleby:  "I would prefer not to."
Lawyer:  "But Bartleby, you've got to.
Pull yourself together, somehow,
and make a copy for me. Right now.
It's your sad lot to."
Bartleby:  "I would prefer not to."

Someone stomped on my heart with their feet.
There's the

Idanre's Ancient Charm

I venture forth, an explorer true,
Seeking knowledge, with heart anew.
Idanre's hills, a treasure to behold,
Ancient secrets, yet to be unfold.

The people, industrious, with hearts of gold,
Welcomed me, with stories untold.
Their cocoa farms, a lush, green sight,
I harvested with them, under the sun's warm light.

Their water, a natural blessing, pure and fine,
Quenched my thirst, and revived

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