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Better Then Romeo &Juliet
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Corrupt me Darlin,
I am your velvet playground
you wandering, endless sea
let us sail into the unknown
when the waves crash us into the rocks
we will decide to fly
You are my sky Capitan
we will venture into the stars
across the universe
we will never come down from the magical high
but should our wings get clipped and we begin to fall
let us catch each other on the way down
we will gently float back to earth
hanging on to the blue crescent moon
but our arms will brace one another
cupid will find our reality
I will steal two of his many arrows
I shall make sure to aim into your heart
and then into mine
I never want to lose you, lose this
our story is epic
much better than Romeo and Juliets
we both live in the end
with a Future brighter than the brightest comet
our forever is etched in stone
and that is worth thousand lifetimes.
Date:7/15/15
Jessica Thompson
Form:
Steve loves mountaineering, he was the first,
Visually impaired person to climb El Capitan,
Solo, and there he met Karen Darke, cyclist,
Who got him into para-cycling ‘cos it had can.
“Climbing is something I really love, so I hope
[I] never have to give it up. I’m certainly going
to make the most of it while I can. I just hope
it helps to inspire [disabled people],” adding,
“to believe that anything is possible if they set
their minds to it. If I can do it, [then] anyone can.”
Steve is a total sportsman, who loves to get
Challenged, and he feels met by the bike klan.
He was born in New Zealand but is a Scot today,
Is from Moray with ailment Retinitus Pigmentosa.
He trains in Manchester with pilot Adam Duggleby,
And went down a bomb at Rio, from others’ faster.
For the Individual Pursuit B he secured the gold,
And likewise in the Road Time Trial B, gold medal,
Outside in the Road Race B he stuck in to hold,
Onto a podium placement giving a bronze pedal.
Right foot into this little dimple that you can toe in on aggressively so it’s opposing the left hand, then you can, like, zag over across to this flat, down-pulling crimp that’s small but you can bite it.
[From Honnold’s climbing notebook.]
For me, the most transcendental feat –
your smeared soles at Freeblast Slabs,
your shoulder jammed into Offwidth
and cardiac-kick at the Boulder
were: Inspirational; unimaginable.
We sit in theatre chairs white-gripping
our armrests and, too often, eyes closed.
Up on El Cap as much as we’ll e’er be,
We twist our bodies in synchrony.
We’ve seen how immeasurable
the possible; the achievable
of the inconceivable. At last,
an image beyond the past; a hero
of no vanquished enemy,
brawling limitless potentiality.
Following your lead, we reimagine
how we might ascend our vallied lives.
Awakened by the loud pistol shot
A battle commenced blood was hot
“Where am I?” Alexzander thought
Noises progressing where the battle fought
Curiosity took hold, he dressed quickly
CRACK! Up above the sound sickening
A voice he heard and recognized instantly
“Reassuring” he said admittedly
Up the stairs sprinted the young lad
Once on deck the vision was sad
Sailors were dead and he was mad
Then tears welled up feelings bad
Something moved to quick to feel
The blade ran through, pain was real
Cold was the sharpened steel
His eyes closed shut, then he kneeled….
As the blade slew through his chest
His eyes caught hold of a man abreast
A shaven man of unknown test
Had regret in mind of his lawful jest
A boy so sickly murdered made the man ill
Took all his fight and spirit still
Then he turned towards the shrill
Of Capitan Red Beards final kill!
Over the planks he stammered over
To the boy with blood filling odor
Then to the man steel now shouldered
Now it’s his time of death to lower.
A swing of a sword severed his head
A feeling of guilt for a child now dead
I shouldn’t have left my bed
His only tear is now being shed
A witch doctor tattooed from eye to foot
Covered the wound with a grainy soot
“A life still breaths in this crook!”
“Quick my magic and my book!”
12 days and 12 nights his magic cast
The wisdom of his darkened past
Healed the boy his color fast
Dreams were plotting a mind so vast
A winding road, up through the trees, finds California gold
The heart will race, and breath escapes, to see this land unfold!
Dad cherished, this, his boyhood home, a wonderland to view
and shared with us the years he grew, into a the man we knew
A home he loved so long ago, but never quite outgrew
Our family albums back at home, held pictures of lost years
When Gramps had been a mountain guide, my heritage is here
When summer came and school was done,..our family couldn't wait
To camp, explore, and marvel ore', this jewel at Heaven's gate
No picture, song, or poetry, prepares astonished eyes
The valley called Yosemite, invites a heart's delight
Hidden in the canyons of Sierra's mountain glade
Immortal is a valley, which was carved by glacier's blade
Winter melts to spring, again to quench the giant trees
Dogwoods lace the forest floor, azaleas scent the breeze
Redwoods dig their roots between the stones that reach the sky
Earth and sky meet hand in hand, where eagles nest and fly
The Bridal falls, the granite faces, we stuttered to describe
The meadows green, the mirrored lakes, Ahwahnee lodge resides..
The Mercy River cools the brow, in awe of what surrounds
Embrace the peace as evening falls, that mummers nature's sounds
El Capitan, and Half Dome seem to reach the stars so high
Reflect upon old stories told of fire in the sky
A fire built upon the cliffs, then sounds of ancient cries
A call from down below would rise,... would echo from above
And rocks would pour a flaming veil, and spill a song of love
The call of love, from tribes that roamed, a hundred years ago
Days long ago, my childhood eyes, were dazzled under stars
We'd sit around the campfire light, he'd sing and play guitar
We looked upon the granite face of Half Dome, overhead
And watch the burning embers fall, and hear a song so sad
A native call still fills the dark, within the heart of me
A place where soft light still cascades, and Daddy sang to me
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A look at Yosemite:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5RQp77uVPA
Ah, the air - so sweet!
Early Spring essences ...
Pine cones, lilacs and cherry blossoms,
With a wispy and not unpleasant hint of wood smoke,
A waft of campfires being carried up the valley,
Mixing with a light moisture from Bridal Veil Falls ...
On such a magnificent day!
Not much wind, per se,
But a gentle breeze nonetheless,
Created by the natural cone of the valley ...
A warm mistral sent north to mix with cooler air.
Gloriously clear and deep sky ...
No timid hues on such a morn,
But rather a deep Nanking Blue,
Making a statement to the sun,
(Still emerging from behind an evergreen horizon),
That it shall not take advantage on such a day!
This was a free-climb unlike any other -
The Salathe of El Capitan ...
A dream come true, and one to cherish, aye!
And now, finally, a positive legacy to leave my children!
Oh, it makes no matter that I didn't finish -
(That a piton lost its stead purchase of the rock),
It is the process that truly counts -
The courage required to have made the first four pitches,
That is something few ever realize!
That is what shall be remembered and talked of with regard!
I am as satisfied as a human can be,
And on a morning as glorious as they come!
A man could do far worse ... FAR worse!
Blessed, am I, to know such a remarkable day,
Immersed in the splendid colors and aromas and sounds of nature,
The sandy gray tones of the rock face sliding by,
The wind whistling a fond farewell in my ears,
And the immaculate crystal heavens dropping away ...
As I soar downward ...
To my end.
Veiled amongst massive granite rock formations of El Capitan and half dome
Lies picturesque valley exhibiting numerous majestic waterfalls’ grand splendor
Thunderous cascades of gushing cold water bouncing happily over rocks
Attract explorers from all around sphere making them flabbergast
Dancing water droplets flickering like glitter in sun rays
Make visitors pause and amazed showing shimmering rainbow waves
Thrilling and exciting experiences of saturating misty trails
Soak audacious hikers casting enchanting shivering spells
Seeping and dribbling streams deviating through giant sequoias and pine forests
Enhance beauty in spectacular ways alongside gorgeous wildflower displays
Perseverance of strenuous hikes to waterfall base
Bring trekkers immense gratification at attainment
Miraculous effects of golden sunset light on mountain range
Illuminate tower of Half Dome in dazzling shades of red and orange
Small heard of deer resting in meadow watching traffic ways
Appear happy and content listening to nature’s tale
Tired visitors returning after long hikes and explorations of trails
Beam with smile filling their hearts with views of backdrops of cliffs and twilight sky pallet
Glimpses of Mother Nature’s many scenic wonders in the valley bring sacredness
To ones who feel her love and affection to the fullest
Illustration Caption: Frederick Law Olmsted,
father of American Landscape Architecture,
at "El Capitan" iconic summit, Yosemite, CA,
in 1865.
Olmsted saw verdant paths of our core.
Urban sprawl separated at a cost
that let us know nature and adore.
Those who wander find awe is not lost.
Wilderness lands surely shape our view,
songs of soil, stone 'n star, none too far.
See what we, as humankind, dare do -
conquer the inner self where we are.
Landscape concerts to which all can go
futures for youth lie beyond the grids;
where one can become their own maestro,
raise up nature's promise for the kids.
Parks and places for all of our people
spaces for worship without a steeple.
14 Lines Sonnet 99 Words
Pen Illustration by G. Gaul
10/1/2022