Long Elevations Poems
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Passing Through The Moment
Aesthetic communion for an artist in a ghetto
Prosthetic student union that is only there for the power show
Anaesthetic ex-communion for a doctor who does not want to go
Prophetic graceful union of the ones who seem to always know
Consummate reliance on another person for your relief
Don’t abdicate defiance before you’re consumed by all the grief
Illustrate the violence with the pen in disbelief
Communicate in silence while your left to possess only self belief
Impervious observers of the current situation of mankind
Discourteous serves the capitulation of this kind
Subservience swerves around direct attention as it affects a persons mind
Luxurious nerves are in retention as they wonder what the authorities will find
A child combining emotion with an elegance of innocence and need
A wild defining notion that denies the rich man of his greed
Beguiled by signing into the commotion I can do nothing but pay heed
Reviled divining oceans deprived of life so humanity can feed
Catastrophic implications for the latest politician in the news
Misanthropic consternations as they’re coming across as rather rude
Off topic conversations that have put me off my food
Electronic elevations that now decide what’s right and viewed
Altruistic gains for those with enough cash to be generous
Optimistic pains for he who can’t maintain the obstreperous
Deterministic rains are pouring on the intellectually venemous
Surrealist saints are mourning what it means to be classified as degenerate
I can’t elucidate the echoes in my mind today
I shant recuperate unless I find the beauty in the decay
I want to rejuvenate the times and see the truth along the way
As a renewed debate starts the incline to illuminate the way
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright 2025
This day
in the deep country, the sky it is high, blue, and vertical,
with no hand holds, nor anything for the eye to cling to.
In the city we don't get 'big sky, we get pencil thin rays
to sweep our dusty ledges, we have elevations
where the sky fades to gray on viewless windows.
Far below, down on the hemmed-in streets
a few trees, stretch, reach like mountain climbers,
In the ghetto, doors clutch at pidgin cluttered roofs.
Mostly
we give no thought to the sheer narrowness of it all;
how the city closes in on itself.
it's no wonder some choose to leap,
rather than foot-slog up an ever-descending
staircase.
most people don't have a problem admitting that God did It
but won't add more to that phrase and give themselves some credit
yes, God can do everything of that there is no doubt
but He will use mankind to carry those deeds out
God had already spoken to Abraham
before anything had been done
His authority was already in place
before anything had begun
but in order to pass God's tests you might have to endure
some bleak and barren times
learn to survive on the least you can
and still be doing fine
God may require that you leave all you know behind
and allow Him to order your steps
and let Him use you in kind
there will be some lean days
you might have to live through a famine or a drought
to be a man that God can use
without question, without doubt
God does not seek perfection
that's not what he requires
God seeks obedience
like the Disciples of His Son He desires
let God use you in your life, let Him plot the course
be one who is available to Him, He's your spiritual source
God also looks for righteousness, a man based in faith
a believer of His word and promises,
the pass through Heaven's pearly gates
yet there are certain heights and elevations that God wants you to attain
certain sacrifices and concessions that may even cause you some pain
concede control to God even If It means giving up your life
remember the crucifixion of His Son, Jesus Christ
God only wants to see how far you are willing to go
the Holy Spirit will test and convict you to determine your faithful flow
yet God does allow many things to occur that are not of a Christian way
and He will use any type of man, as long as to Him they obey
the Lord only requires from you just another yes
let Him use you in your life, let your testimony progress
a man that God can use, a sacrificial son
a man that God can use, a most obedient one
a man that God can use, not of perfection
a man that God can use, of spiritual reflection
let this be your story, let this be your song
be a man that God can use, obedient and faithfully strong
Objections to The Rule
Objectification of a person happening every single day
Quantification on what is certain when the process has lost its way
Magnification hiding behind the curtains like a child wanting to play
Qualification of my burdens as there’s always a price to pay
Calibrations of mechanical tones that require problem solving
Elevations of puritanical zones that inspire one to keep evolving
Celebrations of botanical clones that desire protective clauses to keep the atmosphere from eroding
Communications of fanatical gnomes populating the order that’s revolving
Indignation for a system that’s corrupt beyond my words
Infiltration that has resisted both the profound and the absurd
Immunisation that’s insisted upon while they are screaming to be heard
Anticipation for those assisted in their dreaming for the gifted and the burned
I’ll sigh in resignation for the life I used to know
While they lie in consternation and refuse to let me grow
Extended sighs of gravitation that comes from the highs and lows of
A certain devastation that I can’t hide but can’t help show
The End copyright Elizabeth Moroz
8/13/17
Occasionally cooked with a kitchen timer
Often bought and drank budweiser
Sometimes worked with an atomiser
Amid elevations that were lower or higher
Always had much more than heart
From the start
Being smart
Becoming familiar with tools, items and parts
In the light or dark
Won't always be as smooth as silk
Move on, stop with the guilt
No reason to cry over spilt milk
The scales shall balance and tilt
Keep training with or without a sword and hilt
Continuing to be invovled in structures being soundly built
Near and far from silt
As well as flowers doing well or beginning to wilt
'Tis pretty well established, God made Colorado for his vacations,
Creating the beautiful Colorado Rockies with towering elevations!
Hordes of "flat-landers" seek the good life in these lofty latitudes,
But soon discover they must alter their mental and cultural attitudes!
Everywhere you look there's a majestic mountain range.
The weather is fickle, wait fifteen minutes and its bound to change!
Easy does it when guzzling down that Coors Lite can of beer.
A combination of booze and the altitude will set you on your ear!
Slowly open that beverage can with extra special care,
Else the suds and froth will fizz all over everywhere!
If you intend to make your grandma's favorite chocolate cake,
The recipe must be adjusted even before you begin to bake!
Don't try to rush around, promenade with deliberate care,
If not you'll huff and puff in Colorado's rarefied air!
Cowboy hats, jeans and pointy-toed boots are the customary wear.
Anything else and you'd be considered a very boring square!
Dazzling snow enhances wintry vistas and summer nights are cool.
There's very little humidity and few mosquitos as a general rule.
Antelope play, buffalo roam and eagles rule the pristine sky.
Why people choose to live elsewhere, really makes you wonder why!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Where I was born and raised, the elevation was only 164 Feet
above sea level. When I was 32, upon first ascending an elevation
of 6200 feet, I had an excruciating headache.
The eagle thrives and survives with elevation.
The eagle cannot soar on winds of low elevation.
From the high mountain tops, he waits for the wind
that suits him and allows the wind to serve his purpose.
Our lives may begin at very low elevations or even sea level.
But sea level starts is not a reason to be stuck in the sand.
As we ascend the higher elevations, the air becomes thinner.
However, we must not decline to climb because of the pain.
We learn to make adjustments as we would for the cold of winter.
The higher elevations are where there is much to be gained.
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Peace of Mind Among The Times
There’s a concept forming upon the horizon
A sunset warning me to focus my eyes upon
A notion of antiquity to seemingly delight upon
While the elements of iniquity I can find only respite from
Magnitudes of promise designed to integrate with time
Attitudes of pretense that the delusional consider to be refined
Platitudes of nonsense that only tire my mind
Gratitude for the confluence that keeps me perpetually kind
Communication at the station as the guards are kept at bay
Reunification of the consecration that I have always wanted to remain
Captivation of the affirmation that I continue to abstain
Condemnation for the demonstrations that demand the individual feels the pain
Saturation of conceptual notions raining down from the sky
Maturation of effectual devotion as the tears well in my eyes
Agitation of the perpetual emotion that we contemplate when we die
Elevations to observe the forward motions that are heaving a collective sigh
Consolidator of a conclusion that was meant to be provocative
Demonstrator or a delusion that is missing the prerogative
Innovator of an illusion that illustrates the performative
Discriminator of the seclusion that defines the undemonstrative
Nevermind the time that’s wasted while we’re all looking away
Stay refined in the complacent looks you avoid along the way
Disinclined to live adjacent to those who always have to have their say
Peace of mind prevents the impatient from disturbing me today
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Informants
Parameters Dear Watson, I exclaim to everyone at the table
Ambassadors of the latest brand continue talking in fables
Calipers on my legs and hands as I begin to feel disabled
Passengers of the broken and grand reject these constant labels
A touch of light brevity for one to leave some room to contemplate
As such the sight of levity leaves me so much less inclined to procrastinate
In the garden of ghetsemony Jesus was forced to deliberate
Like a crutch to lean light up on as the enemy approaches at the gate
There’s no time to linger for a moment as danger is on the horizon
Relaxed and sublime she’s a performing singer that has to sleep with the lights on
There’s not an object to be the harbinger of dispair as they choose to continue to fight on
While in the refined and royal air I’ll be someone they can rely on
Aberrations of polite conversation left to fizz out in the silence
Commiserations for the invitation to engage in protest based violence
Considerations of the elevations of such niches incline to display pretence
Obfuscations of the invocations that require there’s no more nonsense
Humanity crumbles at the table as I cannot continue the performance
Insanity humbles the old fables of those basking in self-importance
Profanity mumbles from the mouth of the green gables that come from the non conformist
Calamity grumbles as I realise I am surrounded by informants
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
The sky has climbed over
its usual low cloud cover,
today it is high, blue and vertical
with no hand holds,
those places for the eye to cling to.
In the city we don't get 'big sky'
we get pencil thin shafts
that sweep the dust off ledges,
we have foot-slogging
staircases and elevations.
where the sky cannot rise beyond
one last viewless window.
Far below
upon those hemmed-in streets
some seem forced to grow
into hybrid creatures
that must suck upon
each other's fears.
There are trees, a few stretch and reach
like mountain climbers,
yet all that high air above us is not reassuring,
it creates a feeling of smallness,
our arms too paltry to grasp the infinite.
Mostly we give no thought
to the sheer narrowness of it all,
and so with only these
manmade clifftops to jump from
it's no wonder some choose to leap.