Long Climber Poems
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Climber
by Odin Roark
Reality readied its chance
Ascent of an alpine face
Traversing ice and cold
Challenging steel axe and rope
Such was the pulsating vibration
Facing another dawn
That day
Blade and ice danced slow motion
Penetrating deep into resistance
Echoing through layered centuries
Awakening nature to its presence
Breath became reserved
High altitude remained merciless
Snow-blind eyes squinted thankfully
As yards became feet
Became inches
Became respect for the unknown
Frozen feet
Cinched tight inside
Defiant crampons
Numbly impelled their serrated spikes
The blue iced chorus groaned displeasure
Reminding auger-encroachment
Frozen time was forever resilient
Destiny prevailed
Mortality hung suspended
As will over apathy
Courage over defeat
Found fear had been conquered
Life’s architecture
Like da Vinci ’s Vitruvian Man
Became a frozen tapestry
Life’s proportions
Past
Future
Present
Coalesced
Transformed
Became…
Some might say such a tale
Mere envisages
Penned into a journal
To bide some time
This night however…
The mountain-wall’s next attempt
Huddled in a tent weathering sub-zero temperatures
Sipped tea from his father’s battered cup
A legacy found long ago
Floating atop glacial runoff
Through the night
Ink continued flowing
Tin cup foreshadowing remained warm
First light neared
Orange cosmos flowers inside a circle
along with the canna indica flowers;
A big smile of welcome at the front entrance. Followed by Pink, red and yellow ixoras,
the fully bloomed harlequin wonders;
Enthrall butterflies and sun birds
Violet, Red and new comer pink Balsums
are the evergreen shrub
The nonpareil Marvels
Night blooming jasmine flowers
adorn the sideways of the garden;
Meant to engross the moths
The bright yellow alamanda,
the heroine of our garden.
Made us fall in love with yellow
Glittering stars in the morning,
blaze like the diamonds in red and yellow;
The spectacular magic of sun plants
The black night shade plants
bear the inky purple sun berries;
Food for the red vented bulbuls
The Red hibiscus at the corner
attracts everyone's sights
by its innocent grin
The 4'o clock mandharai flowers
unfurl attractive perfumes
and embellish our garden in the evening
Grass green climber braces,
trumpet shaped madevillas,
The small stabs on flowers,
connote attendances of sun birds
Cutest creepers I've ever seen,
amidst the tall green grass;
The metallic blue Verbena
Sometimes our old friends Asian Koels
and our migrating friends Brahminy starlings
visit for their breakfast.
Mynas sing like parrots
and sometimes imitate Koels;
Mimicry Experts they're
Some plants are hostplants
of the common mormons, jezebels,
praying mantis and the signature spiders
Yellow billed blabbers,
the king of our garden;
The faithful defender of our home,
none can step in without their consent.
Squirrels scamper here and there,
and elegant butterflies in the air
proliferate happiness everywhere
Have you ever seen a place like this anywhere?
To embrace glee, you no need to be a Billionare.
Just Visit our garden, you will feel the real bliss, I swear!
I enjoy my gnomes
They live in my garden
Every day I look out
Keeping watch on them
To make sure they're safe
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Each one has a name
Jack the mountain climber
He scales the alps at a slow pace
Never reaches the top
Yet he never gives up
Tom is happy to play soccer
He plays every day
Rain or shine he goes
To join his team mates
On the soccer field
Fred is a magician
He practices all the time
For a show twice a week
It's for the sick children
They enjoy his many talents
These are my gnomes
Each one is special
Doing their own thing
Each enjoy a different role
passing time in my garden
Wispy, you stop it, stop being so cute,
adopter-of-warrior-orphanry spokesKitty.
Little miss adapter to Life on the road
with your beautiful hearted companion,
honorary majestic in your captivity,
of "girls night out, charming the City" and the Firemen.
O "GravyMuppet" kiss of dirty bird, gravy dog tenaciousness, climber of couches,
imp empressor of your mistress.
Artist, drawing of bath water after your drawing
with the feclined matters of scourging,
you laugh in the face of stubborn intestinal closings,
but no blockage in creativity, inn keeping
her on her toes,
or a little piece of you in her hair.
No lack of caring by your mistress through and through, Love persevering, always there for you.
O Cuteness Czar- ina , "oh yes you are",
in the Media Arena, doing your part,
in the filming of Love's Arts, sponsoring hearts.
Captivating, your part~Ropurr".
"Salivating, licking our lips for second meal~Purrina."
P.S.:
With crispy whispy whiskers aligned
with camera light reflection dot pixels-
mirrored in eyes co-signs
co-producer, "GravyMuppet Productions" equals the twinkling star, wink of the Divine, Siriusly an assign,
to those with the heart and shave of a Lion.
Dirty face and pup cupped mop tuft girls, give us more
glossys and blow ups of
tigers chasing courageivity.
Friend images,
may they be destined to join the "gravy-"dog-star" accompanying Orion (the warrior humans who never compromise their heart's integrity, at action time)
, with pink strawberry beret and soul sister-companion, guardian, forever aligned.
I’d love to be a model
Tall and thin like Jerry Hall
But I like fish and chips too much
And I’m only five feet tall
I’d love to be a dancer
With poise, and style, and grace
But I was born with two left feet
And would end up flat on my face
I’d love to be a climber
Scaling mountains in one single bound
But I get dizzy in high heels
So I’d best keep my feet on the ground
I’d love to be an athlete
With medals of gold on my chest
But it takes all my breath, to run a bath
So relaxing at home is best
I’d love to be a painter
And have works of art hanged in great halls,
But the only paint that I can use
Is emulsion you slop onto walls
I’d love to be an actress
Starring on the silver screen
But with my memory, I’d forget the script
“What was I saying?” – see what I mean
I’d love to be an explorer
Through untamed jungles I’d caper
But I love the luxuries of life
Like hot baths, and toilet paper!
I’d love to be a poet
And write my own anthology
But that’s just another pipe dream
So I’ll have to be, just me.
You can travel the four thousand miles of the Nile
to its source and never find it.
You can climb the five highest peaks of the Himalayas
and never recognize it.
You can gaze through the largest telescope
and never see it.
Arthur Sze
To be a part of landscape
From a distance landscape has a
recognizable outline.
A skin mite, grazing fleshy meadows
grotesque microscopic cow,
has no concept of the human form it feeds from.
Just as a mountain in close proximity
is no longer symbolic of its form,
romance and the imagination of it
is reduced to a frozen, physical obstruction
that is a challenge to survival.
The skin mite tumbles, a huge force
has torn it's clawlike hooves from
living apertures, it falls
with flakes of dead turf into a
depthless void, unoticed
by the scratcher,
and the mountain climber sees the
blinding wall of snow that
flashes by him as he falls,
unoticed by the mountain.
Do not mistake me for a Bear.
True, I look like one, but my features
Resemble those of a raccoon.
Unlike the hulking Grizzly Bear,
I'm not an aggressive meat lover.
I couldn't be more peaceful!
I enjoy a plant-based diet.
Give me a bamboo any day!
No, I don't mind berries, fruit, flowers,
Grasses, bark, and small animals.
Never think "Bear" when you see me!
I do not hibernate;
I simply relax and sleep out in the open.
We couldn't look more different!
Bears wear uniform colors:
Brown, black, or white.
I, on the other hand,
Don a black and white coat
With a prominent black eye markings.
I'm one of the rarest and shyest...
Of wild animals; a solitary beast from China.
I live in cold and damp conditions,
But my dense, waterproof coat
Gives me absolute protection.
An extremely agile climber, I escape...
Larger predators with ease.
I'm a glutton that spends
Two-thirds of my waking hours eating.
Here's a bit more about me...
I stand 5' ft erect.
As a female, I'm shorter in stature.
I weigh up to 265 lbs.
As a female, I weigh less.
I give birth to usually one cup.
Did I mention I'm not a Bear?
Date written: 06/12/2023
It is late at night- we three sit alone-
That is my two brothers and me.
We hear sirens- and automatically think-
Let’s play firemen.
We put on our gear and head towards the fire-
It’s cold and windy- the fire is ablaze-
We hear cries mingled with the roar of the wind.
The building is tall- the windows are barred-
The cries touch our hearts-
The ladder climber reaches the very top
The heat is unbearable- but we cannot stop.
The bars plunk down- clattering loudly to the street-
The people saved stand together in a huddle, hugging one another-
A siren shatters the night- but- it will not be needed-
Because, three firemen, have come to the rescue-
Together they make a fine team- today they stand hand-in-hand
Forever the three firemen-
When the parents came home, they carried three sleeping children to bed
Saving lives- always tires them out.
Goodbye Europe
Driving along I saw at a distance what looked
like two dark shadows holding up a smaller wizen shadow,
and I thought without Africa, Europe would have been a more miserable place.
We stole their people from working in fields and factories
we took their minerals and gold and left them destitute.
Now they are coming here, and we offer them a tent,
If you are not a wall climber, a fast track runner or football
hero, we don`t want to know.
I the meantime, the population – white tribe- am dying out
We have reached the pinnacle of our evolution, the glass siling
has broken women prefer driving Mercedes cars and
men turn to each other for succour to be gay is the new normal.
We older and another race must take over our delimitations we are
dying out, we are a curious vanishing race in a sea of colour and strange manners. Unless Europe wakes up and produces own children
we need immigrants on a massive
scale, if not we become a historical footnote.
Made my choice
I always wear
the blessed Bennedict cross
scared of the Devil himself
for my soul protection
I saw the faces twisted in agony
mouths open screaming arms out
pleading with love to be saved
inside a moving mass of pain in Hell
I walked in the burning darkness
suffering pains a zombie for my sins
a blind existence inside one shell
I had no one other than family
to call upon as friends
Seeing suffering tortured souls
what they done to me
Trusted to easily
used and stole from in my charity
Born under the wolf moon
always watching in the shadows
a mountain climber by birthright
Howling into a cold loneliness one fight
with the heavens inside at war
Brought to my knees in the all forgiving face
of God cured of cancer one miracle
I know destiny again
coming out from arising sun
I bow humble and meek
I will be stronger for living
knowing where to place my trust
Smiling always with friends
because I see now love
It is you who makes
each and every single world go around
I walk now towards your light
forgiving my past
Ready to face this big bad world again
only now I am stronger seeing hope
always praying for you love
No redemption in Hell
it just keeps getting worse