Long Crags Poems

The sun, resplendent in its blazing might,
Burns fiercely o'er a barren, lifeless waste,
A desert dry and vast where earth is scorched
By searing radiation, deathly bright.
No sign of life but one lone phoenix flies,
Soaring precarious, close...

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Himalayas

Eons ago in the planet’s evolution,
During tectonic plate movement: 1
The Indian Island Ma moved northward
Crashing into the Eurasian continent,
To form the Himalayan mountains. 2

Out of the chaos, towering peaks arose,
Piercing heavenly soft, white cotton clouds,
Bursting...

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(“Dark Pool of Light Nebula”, 2011, original oil)

The Space of Dreams

The space of dreams is a mysterious place.
Where exactly is it? Some would quickly say
Only within the neural nets of our brains,
Where dream memories are...

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Prelude: A BRIDE SET FREE

How romantic, the fall, so far above the pleading waves.
The heights, the depth, to look the deep in eye and weep.
Air space between the lovers’ arc and shallow graves.
The tangible singsong...

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I am here now
Presence my companion
Rising I put my two feet
On the ground
I give thanks as I open my eyes
To this new day
A divine delicious smile 
Trickles upward animating my mouth

How glorious to be here
At...

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The Heights of Machu Picchu, Canto VIII
by Pablo Neruda
translation by Michael R. Burch

Ascend with me, my American love!

Let’s kiss these mysterious stones together!

The Urubamba’s torrential silver
lures pollen to fly from its golden chalice
while above this...

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You’ve reached a certain age when life has set you free
You can cock a hoop at protocol; do things that aren't PC
You can swim in just your underpants; be a gentleman or lout
Speak your mind...

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Nero the god! I had a dream. 
There I was at the foot of Mount Olympus.
 Mother was with me as usual. 
As we reached a cross-roads, Agrippina said: 
"Come Nero, here we turn left"...

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Notes: Part 1 of The kiss at the tor was the first poem I ever posted on the Soup.
Some time later, my life changed and I was moved to write an alternative version.
I always thought...

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Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid

Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by

crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of...

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Only in August        moon boundaries
                   rise    ...

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In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond
Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond
But the original Helvellyn called...  
Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled.
Of Lake poets, I eagerly read
And I found what Alfred Wainright once...

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Remembering when
Perched high above on rocky crags
Cliffs weathered by times handprints
I saw far and wide to distant shores
Tendrils of desire radiating outwards

Riding the briny mist 
Being carried by the breath of the ocean, my constant...

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My beloved is the vision of excellence
    therefore the peoples praise him 
He commands the turbulent winds
    the very seas raging calms before him

He turns the earth and shapes...

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I saw the swifts again today,
High on the wing and weaving the crags to the clouds.

I watched them last from my Fall lawn,
Flickering between fantasy and truth,
And whistling their secrets to the wind.  

They’d...

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The earth dried and withered.  Rivers turned into desert, flowing springs into 
thirsty ground and fruitful land into a valley of salt.  The world languished, and the 
people lay in dust as the...

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One or two dead sheep lay by the road. 
We saw a hairpin bend signed 'Beware of 
Blind People Crossing' as we drove from Dublin, 
West to Connemara's wild Atlantic shores 
 
To black rock...

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In a winter chorus, autumn’s rouge and sallow shed.
Their shuffle settles loamy dregs of timber lords.
As they await the hurling puff to haply brush the forest floor,
of what to grace their lot, they’ve lack. No...

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Mountains

As I look out from my window
I see there are mountains for me to climb
I would not much like to ignore them
But there waiting there for me; all the time

And though their boulders seem so...

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Don't ! Ask the sun, where we were
hidden, perhaps, in that caffeine moment.
And, pondering on the empty space ! 
Don't ever say, the visual became clear
as the silver dropped, to the deep floor
like that broken...

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High Tide Returns

Once he sailed the fast Clipper of his heart
A mariner over blessed waves
Once on a fathom sea of womanhood
He drew water 
To each compass point in her eyes
His sails were prayers 
Laid in...

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It is said that there is an island in the midst of a fog-shrouded sea
Where there are mystical creatures, which no mortal man has seen;
Creatures that sing so enchantingly that they entrance all those who...

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Early in the year a young man walks with a stout Yew stick firmly on his shoulder,
Resting on damp grey stone looking all around watching the dicky birds and smiling,
Rising from the stone he drops...

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Early in the year a young man walks with a stout Yew stick firmly on his shoulder,
Resting on damp grey stone looking all around watching the dicky birds and smiling,
Rising from the stone he drops...

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