Long Everest Poems
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A wandering alien I meander in wonder
Traversing the earth, sky and the sea.
This neo-globe in quick metamorphosis
While in continual circulation
With all of her civility and merchandise
And appurtenances of modernity;
Complexity has transcend
The simplicity of an era and
‘Tis everything has become new:
The huge metallic cacophonous bird,
The neurotic box that outwit the brain
To exceed the axis and compact the universe…
But i wonder still of these invent
To calm the wave and to seal the sky
With all of the kismet of flood,
Storm, earthquake and tsunami!
The dragon had long become a myth
To reborn the surge of rocket boom.
The cackling metal stick inbuilt with death
And the miniature ‘tom to turn the city into ash.
I see a gigantic whale propelled within stomach,
Slosh through surface and beneath the ocean
Thwarting the tumbling wave and serenity below.
There is the polished Everest Mountain to live,
The worker model reacting to button;
The fast metal snake reacting to charge
And the transplantation of Organs….
Man has create a world of wonder
And still I meander for essence and repose!
Great wit and profound ingenuity
Have now surpassed the strength to till
And eyes set on screen and pages
Have undermined the Wisdom of Solomon….
But what pertains to the invent of contentment
With anxiety, frustration and desperation?
Merchants have dawn the mint for barter
And the opportune capitalist is fortunate
With all the communal fortune and as
Titles and honours have excused a name
While prevail the awful distress about
Destitution, sickness, hunger and death
And corruption….? These conundrums…
Still a wanderer, I meander in wonder!
After The Funeral
Tim had found his place after the party. Faring well in his urn he waited to be scattered. Compartmentalised, fragmented and united into two batches of memories.
Indian Ocean
Passionate love on beaches
Drift wood adventures
His friends and family celebrated his life. Lit a fire, gathered smoke and cherished what pastures had given them. Salutation, saltation and salt on sad skin. They rejoiced in ambivalent moments of loss and beginning. That was the easy bit. But Tim had always been eccentric and maybe the waves were too smooth on their own. Easy had not been his domain. Always up to challenges and arduous paths, het set a task even in death. ‘Go tell it on the mountain’.
Climb Mount Everest
Fresh air healthy exercise
Dust sprinkled on snow
Would his children rise up to the dare and defiance? Could they respect final wishes? Was it one step too far? Had it been jest and on whom was the joke? Strides upon strides they stumbled to the top of the world. Caressed their blisters and bridged ascent in meaning and closure.
Serene harmony
Stunning demise flying high
Carbon clouds condensed
I have seen yet another miracle under the sun,
An eastern girl.
A firefly that has brought light to my pitiable living....
Poetry like music is just another description of art a painter never had the words to say out loud,
But in my case this is what happens when charisma plies against literature.....
What if I told you my wrist is part of the arms that planted the Boughs of the forbidden fruit?
And in my reveries,I write lustful poems like it's an addiction,
Sin after sin.
Or perhaps I write of love knowing I shall only taste it on stanzas and metaphors?
It's this type of poems that feel like they were written for me....
But today I'm a lucky man,
For there's a lass I wish to say my love to, love of it's purest form,
Stand on mount Everest and shout her name for millennials like I'm on salary to do so,
I'm not much of affectionate behavior
But for simplicities sake....let me just say
I want go on lavender candle dinners,hitch eyes until she's comfortable enough to talk about her insecurities,
And if I was to die before her
Bring me kwachas and ngwes...for I will need bus fare to find my way back to her, only rapture will do us apart.
Shall I relay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase?
It entails a laboratory session involving three mystic world colossal oafs.
One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and Hardy mishaps, the other this beautiful dreamer whose attention span rambled for miles.
a meandering focal point tourist with no yen for one spot or one task.
As for me the fault-prone narrator I had comic book deficits too.
Pulitzer Prize petty fog pinpoint, fastidious fat head by gum!
At the hearth of this tale is a chemistry prep that was doomed from an innocent outset.
It was aptly enough “Anodyne,” this soon to be splitting head bushfire.
From uproarious weighing scale howlers, to starter material gaffes, to say nothing of sequential missteps, Mount Everest blunders galore.
Our ill-fitting glassware threw tantrums, miscellaneous beaker’s burst dams, reactants rose up, a calamitous farce, they shed buckets of organic stuff down the sink.
For all my precision I seemed a right goof with this risible maximum brownie point fetish.
My beautiful dreamer close comrade who by turns Walter Mitty pale stand-in now immune to chaotic abandon at large.
That accident-prone other pal
would be every insurer’s worst nightmare.
Nearby class mates could barely restrain widespread glee at us laughing stock hapless quaint bunch.
The poor teacher in charge had a seizure, quite gormless, green faced and gobsmacked.
“I wonder what next can go wrong.”
“Quite frankly I shudder to think as you merry buffoons soldier on.”
This thunderstruck teacher was known as the “doyen of do it right down to the dottiest detail.”
After a humorous pause his eyeballs rotate in jocular mode then made a ginormous grand gesture.
“Put this jinx ridden self-destruct day in some tuck away memory file.”
“Write a one page report, say the gremlins prevailed and I’ll give you an average mark.”
“For goodness sakes don’t blow this offer like you’ve nearly blown
up my whole group.”
On an ironic note “doyen do it right” gave a brief safety course start of term.
It seemingly fell on deaf ears.
I’ll be blowed as my parents once said when life took a damned awful turn.
We three “Einsteins” in technical garb almost were, blowed that is!
Posted ; 11th January 2022
Forgive me one last time
I promise I won't break your heart again
I don't want you to break apart
I'd do anything...for you
I'd sacrifice my life...for you
I could hike Mount Everest...for you
I'd mend your wounds...for you
I'd walk on hot coals...for you
I'd do the impossible...for you
It's true...
I'm positively sure that
I love you...
I'd give up my life...for you
You still don't have a clue,
Do you?
The cruel words slipped out of my mouth
I felt the need to get rid of myself
I felt the urge to commit suicide for you...
Every decision I make
Puts my loved one's life at stake...
For heaven's sake,
I'm sorry for making our bond break...
I'm sorry for making your heart sink...
I'm sorry...will 'sorry' cover it?
I'd do anything...for you
I'd sacrifice my life...for you
I could hike Mount Everest...for you
I'd burn away your bad memories...for you
I'd walk on hot coals...for you
I'd do the impossible...for you
It's true...
I'm positively sure that
I love you...
I'd give up my life...for you
You still don't have a clue,
Do you?
After my hesitating moment,
You gaze into my eyes
You're no longer angry at me...
I'm revealing my guilt to you
You accept my apology...I knew you'd understand...
You're my one and only best friend,
Always letting it slide when I made mistakes around you...
I'd do anything...for you
I'd sacrifice my life...for you
I could hike Mount Everest...for you
I'd go on adventures...for you
I'd walk on hot coals...for you
I'd do the impossible...for you
It's true...
I'm positively sure that
I love you...
I'd give up my life...for you
You still don't have a clue,
Do you?
Every time I'm around you,
I care... for your safety
I wish... for your dreams to become a reality
I fear... I might hurt you and
make you feel worthless and empty
I wish... for our friendship to cheer you up a notch
I care... for you -
you're my trustworthy friend
I wish I could of saved you from your misery...
But, you've survived...
I have to admit that I'm not quite sure
Why I write poetry --Just what is the lure
But here's a stumbling stab at an explanation
An attempt to plumb the fascination:
To capture a moment, a feeling, a scene
In a magical form, pure and pristine
Be it a snowfall, a cloudburst or kiss
The thrill of getting it right is one not to miss
So there it is: It's exciting! It's a thrill!
Comparable to that of an adventurer who will
Climb Mount Everest 'just because it's there'
Or venture deep into the jungle on a friend's dare
Because there's an adrenaline rush, a feeling quite giddy
"Hurray! I've created something romantic, or uniquely witty."
So, is there something wrong with that? Something amiss?
Au contraire! To deny oneself the pleasure would be a great pity!
The true mark of a person is their impact on others
And often this isn’t really known until they are gone.
I’ve noticed this about everyone familiar who’s died,
Even the humblest leaving some mark
In their absence
A mark sometimes so profound and sacred
It leaves us humbled.
Some people are so great though
They effect all of humanity
Across the world
In the present and on through history.
The effects are myriad
But the deepest effect of such a soul
Is to cause us to search our own,
To measure up our actions against theirs
And see in what way we are lacking.
Because we are all lacking
And that’s a good thing.
For it gives us something to live for
Something to strive for
And even become,
And perhaps most importantly
A seed for us to have compassion for others
Who also don’t always measure up.
The beauty of great men,
The kind that impact many
Is that they are rare
And thus more obviously great.
Only in Lake Woebegone is everyone above average.
For the rest of us in the real world
We live with bell curves of every type.
But that doesn’t mean we cant also strive for greatness.
There’s a reason so many climbers go for Everest
It’s the tallest, it’s hard and a challenge, but it’s also doable.
And that’s a lesson for all of us.
(9/12/25)
The shift to heaven in the twinkling of an eye.
The dramatic mood and light as I wave goodbye.
Lifted past Everest and stars where no one can reach,
Except by salvation, where the Lord’s land of speech —
By his word we were created, by his word elevated.
Sinners cling to clouds, weeping, pleasure truncated.
I pass them, blow kisses but they swear and swat them away.
The light in me from heavenly glow still hoped to sway
Those lost to him. Clouds become steps of diamond delight.
I climb effortlessly, hearing sweet sounds of wings in flight.
I reach heaven’s pearlescent gate, with invitation in hand.
No need to knock, I’m expected. The choir sings, the glorious band
plays music that has colors. Sight and sound, magnificently connected.
Tears now flow from me as I see, in all his glory, the resurrected.
The room overflows with my own generation - family, friends, celebrities,
Also the obscure and hidden gems — all of them — life’s complexities.
There’s no hurry here but to enjoy, reminisce about angels in disguise.
Hugs and kisses each have their chance, and still not the best surprise.
I’m shown my mansion. It will take me a long time to explore.
It’s breathtaking! It tickles every nuance of my soul to the core.
Silver and golden books, trees of every kind, flowers and scent
so penetrating, providing me instantly with unceasing contentment.
Jasper walls, city of pure gold, city walls of precious stones,
twelve pearl gates, golden streets like transparent glass and no bones.
God’s glory lights up the magnificent city that is illuminated with blessings.
No curses, nor darkness, no death, no tears, perfect, no second guessing.
8/22/2018
Describe Heaven Poetry Contest
3rd place (multiple placements)
The broken remains of a mountain climber
several thousand feet from precipitous peak,
nature had attempted a fair burial with snow,
but some parts remained exposed to air,
the right leg had crossed to protect the left,
in an attempt to shield it from cold and pain,
the life was slowly ebbing out of this valiant man,
his body carrying artefacts from home and love,
undiscovered he lay for 70 years, preserved
in the frozen cold of the everest. He fell to death
with his colleague who fell with him, whose
body still remains undiscovered.
His conquest of the peak will for ever remain
a mystery, whether the two young heroes of
past had scaled the Everest first!
The swirling wind and snow will never speak
to say- of the events on the day the two fell,
the pain they suffered and the mental anguish
of those who loved them,
they have quietly watched many such deaths,
amongst jubilations of a few who won,
the fickle nature of human attempts against
the might of nature’s awesome powers.
Many mountains hold the remains of such
champions who never returned home,
but from their abode in the snowy peaks
they have inspired generations of victorious
teams who have taken their flags to the top!
In every defeat is the seed of victories,
every victory has heartache of several
defeats!
Journeys of life have shades of both,
some may win and some may lose,
but in the eyes of the mountains that
hold them in their hearts, even the fallen,
are counted amongst the winners with courage.
"Now is the time of our comfort and plenty
These are the days we've been working for
Nothing can touch us and nothing can harm us
And nothing goes wrong anymore....
Take it back, don't let it die
Or rage against the falling night
'Cause I still do depend on you
Don't say those words, you wrung me through
It won't come again,
Cause love is the end"
-Love Is the End, by Keane
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Enter thus the spark once unknown
Brought to light by your beauty ever shown
In exile this wounded mind must lie
I exhale to Everest skies by and by
A relief ever festooned by your cunning calm
Listening to your voice like a severed psalm
I could never arrest you for the palm of your qualm
For I am ever befallen to the sight of your song
Hearts misgiven,
A soul heavy-ridden,
To heights only humbled in diffidence
Starts disheveled
Endings unsettled,
I crave the sweetness of your difference
For how had the stars been shining so bright,
To ever receive such a blistering light?
And why has my mind healed from the lies,
That used to curse these very skies?
In shame I smile and look into your eyes
Detesting the time that quickly flies,
Hating the ability to despise,
And waiting for love to cease the cries
Enter thus an Irresistible so warm
Releasing tingles, to trust—to form
I cry out to the never-ending scene
To cross the clouds of crystal gleam
Running my hands upon the nestled dream
Ever-laughing—hear them sing!
You are a most undeniable, endearing thing
So I impregnate the spark as our destiny’s wing