Long Climb Poems
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~~~"You're Going To Break Your Neck ! " ~~~
I see red and orange amidst the green.
Occasionally faces can be seen
hiding in the branches there,
climbing trees without a care
and I order them down 'cause I'm just mean.
They're up above the ground, oh so high.
Any closer and they could touch the sky.
"Hey you, get your butt down!"
I bellow , with a frown
and they grudgingly climb down with a sigh.
Memories are short and they're up there again.
My nerves are starting to feel the strain.
"Get out of that tree right now!"
I holler like a mad cow.
Acting responsible is just a pain.
The sun is out and the kids are wild.
The poor trees out front are now defiled.
Beneath the tree is now found
broken branches all around,
but at least no broken bones of a child.
~~not 'the end,' I'm sure~~~
I feel your need to romp on twilight's climb
despite the consequences life can claim,
you know my velvet touch can make you pine
I am mystery you know by first name.
Through hours we will groan a sinless prayer
and think of nothing more than primal flesh,
sensing how deeply you think... I am rare
a warm appetite that brings hearts refreshed.
If you accept desire's sweet effect
and choose wild abandon for fire's release,
then plunge with me until grasslands are wrecked
as stripe of innocent love climbs and heaves.
But before we complete our final song,
can't gushing heat douse instant passion's heed?
To covet me... tenderly to prolong
my tigress’ spirit by grace will concede.
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Your First 2014 Poem Contest of PD
By nette onclaud
* Use of few slant/ end rhymes is intentional
The dark night piercing scream
The torch light on the street
The hunt runs through the night
Your duty means no rest tonight!
So many human states of mind
So many fears prey in their lives.
Climb the fence, go through the stream.
Closer to the crime scene!
Ignore the cold, ignore the rain.
Make damn sure the victim’s suffering isn’t in vein. Guard her till the medics come. He won’t get far now he’s on the run!
For they find the teller of the lies, the stealer of the jewels. They stand in front of the killer with the knife, they’d do this for me and you.
Respect the thin blue line, one day or in the fear of your darkest night you may need them by your side.
The city, part awake, part asleep,
part dark, part lit,
strangers all around, repulse me.
I trudge tormented,
hungry and forlorn,
down an unlit cul-de-sac.
Black cats mew,
Unseen dogs bark,
my stomach growls.
Empty dustbins abound,
No smells of food.
Is that a gargoyle in flight?
I duck in fright?
I curse as a piece of paper
flutters to the ground.
The sky too dark,
the angry wind howls,
my soul in agony,
my body weak,
from lack of sustenance.
I lurch into an old abandoned house,
climb up rickety stairs,
hope all would fall upon me,
end my earthly stay.
I see her in a corner
huddled up.
I sit near her,
foul smells mingling.
She stirs,
hands me a piece of stale bread.
Thank God for little things.
the thought-
is giant silent tree
you can take seat under it,
is mountain
you can take seat beneath its feet,
is ocean
you can go more inside of it,
is sun, moon, stars and their lights
you can make friendship with its hive,
is orbital entity
you can search the path of ahead with your contemplated mercy
o you can climb on it,
you can ride,
you can drive,
you can dive
but all through you can remove the dark
yes, o dear your movement of thought
should remove the dark of your inside
if it's unable to devastate the roots of darkness
from your inside eternal soul
then you can note on it
it's not the thought
it's the plot, the trapped plot.......
-September 23, 2019 Chattogram
Allison liked to climb big rocks,
that’s how she spent the weekend days,
with ropes, pitons, and other gear,
felt most at home on a cliff face.
She’d come out to the Sierras,
to a campground with ledges near,
a short walk to the technical climbs,
she would enjoy all her time here.
The first day she’d done a good climb,
but just a warm-up for the rest,
the next day she’d really push it,
and give herself a worthy test.
But that night as she drank some wine,
perched before a big camp fire,
a young man walked by, tall and bronze,
naughty thoughts he did inspire.
Allison called out to the man:
“And here I thought I was alone.
Come on and help me drink this wing,
I can’t finish it on my own.”
A pretty girl offering booze…
What sort of man would turn down that?
She he sat down and took a swig,
then said,”Hello, my name is Max.”
Now Allison, she was no prude,
and was looking for a bit of fun,
both of them soon were nicely buzzed,
went to the tent when it was done.
So began a wild affair
that was to last all of that week,
by day she’d climb the big rock walls,
at night do anything but sleep.
One night she murmured to the man,
“I want to keep seeing you, somehow.”
Max just smiled and held her close,
said,”Let’s just both enjoy the now…”
It was on the last day she had
joined with some others for a climb,
at the bottom, on the scree-slope,
she stumbled upon an odd find.
A white cross painted on a rock,
half-faded by the sun’s harsh glare,
she asked, and a local climber said:
“I think a climber once died there.
“It was a bit before my time,
but now that I stop and think back…
I believe I can recall his name,
it was Mike…or Mick…or Max?”
The minute that she heard the name
she knew that something big was wrong,
Allison rush down to the camp,
but her Max was completely gone...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
I have lived a whole life like I'm blind,
I mean like the sun's in my eyes.
Here's a few words from the wise,
If son don't shine then sun don't shine.
Never worry about me dad I will get mine,
reach another level that you never gon' climb too.
That needle in the haystack you'll never going to find.
This is where you learn about me,
this is where see I'm the MVP of all leagues
From the NBA to the MLB.
This is where you learn about me, yes.
young intelligent beautiful man, yes.
If this was a race you've started too late,
never slipping Im not Nixon, this ain't water gate.
I just just walk the earth like normal
when I know I am the greatest.
every hour even at the same time switching time zones.
Teeter Totter
Up
down.
"Don’t bump your bottom on the ground!"
UP
down.
Inside the curvy tunnel is a dark, spooky space.
WOOPS, I'm sorry Patrick, I couldn't see your face!
A slippery slide we move down fast, Sarah’s arm in a cast!
I love to swing with Lindsey Loo, but swinging too high, she'll lose a
shoe!
Jack likes the tire rope the best, he just won't stop and take a rest!
When he circles 'till he's dizzy, his Irish face turns red and his hair turns
frizzy!
Gertie reaches for each monkey bar, “LOOK at me” she brags.
She thinks she's such a star, even I can climb that far!
It’s finally time for us to go, have ice cream and take a rest.
Our playground time is just the best!
6/21/2021
THE PLAYGROUND
He left me this old wooden ladder...rickety...and patched...
and on it, twisting in the breeze, he left this note attached:
“When you were young you used this ladder to touch the sun
to kiss the clouds creating the snowflakes that fell to Earth in June
and do you remember how you use to smile
when you’d climb this ladder…to the moon?
When you soared with the birds high in the sky…
do you remember all the wonders you could see
as you rode a fire-breathing dragon…
or had a conversation with a tree...’
‘Your imagination is a gift,’ the note went on to say
Feed it, nurse it, nurture it,…‘cherish it everyday’.
I still use that rickety old ladder
And oh what wonders I still see
When I ride that fire-breathing dragon
or have my conversations with the trees...’
When I climb way up to touch the sun
when I kiss the clouds creating snowflakes that fall in June…
and I imagine he is up there smiling…
every time
I climb my ladder to the moon.
Written: December 16, 2023
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I sneak glance at veiled blue.
as swank stars start to shine,
Sleeping, I sensed your love.
as warmth weaves through the heart,
Feeling the night above
I sneak glance at veiled blue.
through days that caught the moon,
with the whim that soon grasps
those who were backing me,
lasting the same long clasp
I sneak glance at veiled blue.
then climb the heights of sky.
zest the bright stars that shine.
Through the twilight impulse.
glimpse that my soul is thine.
I sneak glance at veiled blue.
Oh, divine timeless throne.
Your love has embraced us.
through my path shone a blaze.
freed and borne with life fuss.