Long Climbing(a) Poems
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I still have a splinter from fall.
From climbing a tree that was tall.
Seeing mittens or a scarf.
Makes me want to barf.
When winter makes an appearance.
It should make sense.
I just wish fall was more than a precursor.
To the chapped lips I will incur.
There never seems to be a “middle.”
Winter is an all-encompassing riddle.
Winter is something we fall into.
A curse that we seem to never undo.
Then it’s Christmas everywhere.
Shopping for presents with icicles in my hair.
But when I find a perfect gift…
I don’t even care that it’s not a thrift.
They say he was found in September.
And is still here in November.
He is a little strange.
And might have a little mange.
They say he was found with a splinter from climbing a tree.
And was stung by a bee.
Until a nice man helped him down.
He really should deserve a crown.
It’s not Christmas yet.
But the chill in the air, I forget.
I have a sweet cat to cuddle in my bed.
He prevents icicles on my head.
Christmas everywhere.
In here.
Is my new cat.
I put him in a Santa hat.
We take a Christmas picture together.
I suddenly don’t mind the harsh weather.
I simply wear a warm sweater.
As I listen to him purr, as we cuddle together.
Could all this talk
of a simulation matrix be real?
I'm pretty sure I saw myself
coming out of a dreamscape,
munching on an egg sandwich
I put together back in 82
when climbing a medium sized mountain
that looked like many others.
I'm almost sure I heard myself
echoing in your chest
as you heaved yourself
our of a mini-cooper
back in the day before you went keto.
The surgeon who took out my cancer
later died mumbling my name.
I'm nothing like my wife though,
not a bit like most folks,
however being my own kind of freak
makes me easier to be picked out,
more easily spotted in a crowd
wearing the same face
and baggy pants.
And complain about sentience. Tell a joke. Make—
Us sad or depressed, less afraid
Earth into homes, earth into mud
Their peace
Me a fossil of society
Our own decisions, the universe having reversed its decision on us
A sound or noise
Echo make
The body healthy I do
The feelings in the mind play music
A space in a line of people climbing a trail in the mountains
Us brothers and sisters with the animals
Death more noble for us all
A mosque of the rocks
You cry out for the genius occurring now and in our past
The tools and do the math to colonize the planets
Things worse by guessing
Others want to live
Plans
The man weep for himself
A difference in their communities
Music, mindful of our extreme limits
1/10 inch of annual topsoil
The atmosphere as seen from outer space
Of it more than it is
The bed
This formulation useful
The technology possible to live long and well, with personality
Grandma’s sauce
This observation: the purpose of sitting’s not to be satisfied
War on Iraqis
Pharisees grovel
Black holes whole
Prediction and intuition fortunately hopeless
A list of prospective donors
A moral and rational adjustment of life to life
Dying people cry
Nothing happen, which is something, magic
Improvements
History interesting for Johnny
The subject separate from the substrate
The sun stand still, yet run
Consciousness persevere
Informed medical decisions going forward
It so
Sense on the trumpet
Correct mistakes
Jack ill
A repertoire for dealing with the challenges we’ll confront as a species
in millennia to come
Every day a good day to die
Millions
The present immutable as the past
Up, perfume, soap
Him kill you right there in the street
Way for a future that’s irresistible
Poetry from losing the argument with themselves
I want to explore God’s nature and its surreal sunset that I cannot deny
Again, He is our haven-like abode
I want to play in the fields of the unknown
I need to keep away from really scary things
I’ll make a pathway to venture on my own
Exploring through the nature is fun and seeing what fun brings
Seeing things like snakes and having so much fun
It is dangerous, but the world is beautiful
I love the nature and find my pathway of the sun
It is fun to explore and it is so remarkable
Tossing a ball and climbing a tree sounds so fun and nice to do
Let’s not stay inside, but be outdoors and explore some more
Every silly dog in the town likes to sing and bark in a chorus too
Let’s escape outside and I want to see happiness that I adore
Let’s hop around and skip about on a small hill
We just want to have a good time
You can find me, having a fine and dandy thrill
Discover the excitement in its prime
I can dig and extraordinarily explore
For, I know what I’m truly looking for
I will find out what I’m made out of
I will explore this town wherever I rove
The trees are as high as clouds in this wilderness of lovely scenery
I know people want to act so bad, but I want to be glad and have a fun day
I want to explore the nature full of birds and animals of plenty, you see?
I know kids want to make fun of me, but I just want to wipe away my dismay
I want to go ahead and see God’s nature and not go behind, where I’ll be left behind
I see bunnies, quails and butterflies that are numerous as the stars in the blue sky
I see moths, locusts and other insects that are so interesting to my imaginative mind
Let’s go see a burrow of the bunnies and find nests for the birds, then watch them fly
These trees are small and tall and all sorts of sizes
We can explore to see treasures and other prizes
We are trekking rocks and sticks and finding animals and their homes tonight
We are walking around the woods in delight and hiking with our majestic might
Then, I see cars drive by on the road
I just want to chill on this rock while watching the clouds’ blanket the sky
Written by KAP and J.W. Earnings
I can’t get the moors
out of my skin -
me the wild bog asphodel
now planted
in a pot in tame Ohio.
The moors grind you
into peat and gritstone,
they keep walking you around
while the open spaces sweep you dry,
even in the downpouring sky,
even under the bitter grasp
of banshee winds.
Who would lament
the bone hammering miles
trudged between hags and toughs,
the flat featureless,
slog over those high acres
of heather and mist?
Yet I find myself to be this longing,
to be this itch to find my own wilderness
here in suburbia.
You may find me now
strolling along the grassy edges
of Mall parking lots,
spot my shadow climbing a sunny day;
my head bent into an imaginary horizon,
eyes following paths that only
shaggy sheep can trace.
There it is the water has stopped
the sky has became dry
clouds have taken a step back
as the birds wings outstretched do fly
As with the rainfalls of life
one is lifted when rain does cease
our spirits rise to greater height
then our hearts find a inner peace
Our eyes see the skies turn blue
as one's life finds greater hope
looking to the future beyond
unknown perhaps as climbing a slope
Perseverance is the turning key
put it in and turn it round
the door will slowly edge open
what you see is what you've found
So now looking back on the past
all that's you see is behind you
go forward now towards the sun
seeing its brightness as you do
(Based on the following quote
"When the rain stops" )
three points . dot
until we meet |
(and i heard you cry
out loud:)
a wall of desire
/having trouble
trying to reverse
my machine\ and so
time ticks by ~
and so okay all on
my own: so now,
here we go. I 'or
you & someone like
me (subspace counting
all our blessings (&
Sheep) lost the last count
of my pet kissing my feet
|AND tomorrow feels like
a thousand tons of my virgin
skull kissing and my bleeding
lips are so dry *bleeding and
my Soul soul so ready to go so
here we go once again inside
the bind of universal madness
once again
Once again.
Until everything is right ~
climbing the wall of desirE
FOR a kind Life!
:: 020-21-2017 ::
It wasn’t who I was;
I had become a stranger in my own skin.
No one was willing to help me;
I was under the shelter of gathering darkness.
It wasn’t who I was;
I could barely afford a good meal.
It felt like climbing a steep hill,
A journey through a withered meadow.
My son didn’t want to come close.
I turned to look at him and saw him turn away.
I sat alone on the porch at twilight;
Sadness weighed down the boat of my being.
I soar on the wings of dawn;
I walk into the morning light, filled with awakening hope.
A slow sink is not a shadow symphony,
If only hope could be buoyed from being submerged.
Happiness is easily found in a multitude of the sweetest components
Grateful for you, often swept from the feats, of our hours, sharring meaningful moments
Your citrines comprised burning bright; scorching everywhere
As an orbited sphere; willed they are a perfect solar flare
Climbing a summit inside my thoughts; that is all you
Beside me, you wrap me up while we both enjoy the view
One could mine for eternity; excavating nothing valued; seeking a gem worthy of a crown
But, I would stop digging at the surface of the earth; if it matched your eyes, superfluous shade of brown
In the digital kitchen where metaphors boil,
I cast my rhymes into the simmering soup,
Hoping for gold in the luminous toil,
Watching the cursor in a silvery loop.
A notification blooms—a digital flower—
First place! The screen turns into a glowing violet,
I am a giant for one shining hour,
Wearing a crown made of a pristine sonnet.
The poets applaud with binary applause,
My words are like pearls in a silken sack,
Suspended high above the gravity laws,
Without any intention of looking back.
Then comes the speechlessness—a vast, white void,
Another contest, another empty plate,
My rhyme is shattered, a paper humanoid,
Left in the digital vestibule of fate.
The soup is bitter, the pixels turn to grey,
I drown in the stanzas that nobody reads,
Watching my reputation drift away,
Among the respectable mentioned weeds.
I am climbing a ladder made of commas,
Falling into a valley of exclamation points,
Winning and losing, the constant dramas,
Where the screen aches in its digital joints.
The winner is a ghost in a tuxedo,
The loser is a shadow on the wall,
Yet both are feeding the same hungry ego,
In the soup that tastes like nothing at all.