Long Ascents Poems

Sister
Love your brother ALWAYS

If you are older, hold your brother’s hand;
If you’re the same age as he;
Stay within his and God’s plans
Allow him a hand to hold, 
a shoulder to lean on, 
And an ear...

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"Madame Bovary", a novel by French novelist Gustave Flaubert, in 1856. Flaubert reconstructed a conventional story of adultery into a lasting work of heartfelt humanity. Madame Bovary is considered Flaubert’s masterpiece, and, according to some,...

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Towards the Horizon

Sitting in a corner, absorbing the incandescent hue,
A malt for company, awaiting a magical cue,
I often wonder, all these years, where were you?
I reflect upon the days which could have been,
I reminiscent our...

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They fashion stone or wood and in sin
Worship it adorned with silver and gold,
And that it totter not as scarecrows in
A melon patch, they fasten it hold
By hammers with nails; there it will be

With eyes...

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Our window bids good morning 
as sunshine winks her delicate light,
cascading against crimson curves 
as the yearning spoon is stirred
and dawn shines past a moonlight trite
Fingertips caressing,
hips that beckon a lovers moan,
A slow descent of...

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Humanity is punctured with many breaks.
Different eyes through different holes
grasp its identity through different visions.
Openness, honesty and love to a few;
power, greed and domination to others
and to some, faith, faith, faith and just faith.

Love comes...

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I am for peace and am a man of peace,
But when I speak the other men are
For violence and blood; they never cease.
They lay in wait with weapons of war
For the innocent souls of the...

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In the tumult of rays and shadows, I was born and grew,
Upon the altar of existence, self-sacrifices I laid to burn, to sanctify the past,
"But how do you soothe this fragrance of pain?" with wide-open...

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Vers Beaucoup 

The Vers Beaucoup, a poem for created by Curt Mongold, which is French for “many 
rhymes”. Each stanza (you can have as many stanzas as desired as long as they follow the 
rhyming...

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We Are 

Oftentimes my internal oneness saunters, 
     boosting stones wouldst enthuse convictions path ... 
     dawdling tenuous themes, elucidate...

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In the midst of myself I see all a named through a blame of crystal ball garbage self imposed heaps of anarchic monumental fever itches slowly coalescing compost inflaming frolicking one step beyond destitute drowned...

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I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father
With whom he didn’t go farther:
an absolutely Black Papa
Describing not the Diaspora Rappa,
His loudest trumpets for Jomo,
As Barak’s nearly were for The Homo:
Safer A self –reclaiming...

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CRAZY QUILT MADNESS

crazy quilt madness,
sewn onto muslin squares.
nothing square, about these cool croppings.
left over scraps become something unique -
beautiful, with buttons and floral encryptions -
forget me - knots.

crazy quilt madness,
my life’s serene lift of lived-in...

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The dust on the lonely path
Blown by the wasteland wind
Meanders listlessly towards
The shimmering buoyant sea
The sapphire waves roll endlessly
On the golden beach outstretched
Adorning the supine sands
With the pristine pearls of love.

Silver moonbeam lattice makes
Dreams for...

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from alephto tau
       songs ofdegree
       ascents of praise
for David&Solomon

psalm&songs
      in
        ...

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Agile music pouring out gentle quiet,
Furious sighs breaking through the soft shadows,
Beyond the moon, ebbs a beautiful riot.

Stars glistening, prompting the wind to transpose,
Reverse the dancing laughter, breathless pining,
Aching, trembling, quaking as the music slows.

Autumn’s...

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HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME

How can you love someone like me?
A monster who steals all happiness and peace
How can you stand, and look upon such a pitiful being
So pathetic, so hopeless, so lonely

How can you...

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We climbed to Keppel Cove and pitched our tents,
others camped at Grizedale Tarn by the shore.
From either side we agreed to make ascents	 
getting up early on Sunday before 
other hikers would be reaching the...

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Pain come and go
people stay and stroll
death is a must 
so live life 
and take it slow
sleep is a ascents 
so you need to rest them
knowing me i will never do it 
so i trust...

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