Long Everest Poems
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A huge Alsatian barks at a passerby stranger
as the pond geese honk sensing grave danger
Trudges back home a rangy lone ranger.
Big and little aubergines cast a purple shade
In the twilight birdsong begins to fade
Night makes navy-blue of the greenery's jade.
Wolves howl in the distance
Panthers prowl near pig pens
Ocelots growl around the dens.
Dolphins perform in the aquatic circus
Kids count on the time-old abacus
All in all the miracle of creation's fabulous
Elsewhere the morn dawns upon wee ladybirds
And shepherds go about grazing their hungry herds.
A rare sight of starfishes settle upon beach pebbles
Pink salmon in a see-through lake breath out bubbles
Bombed by tech; corpses found in debris and rubbles!
Wild species lurk in the murky forest
Stands tall and hovering high mount Everest
A chance to enjoy nature at its very best!
Admit it O' mankind no one can ever be
at par with your and my versatile Creator
The billions of species is far too extraordinary
He single-handedly created all that variety in nature.
For even the clever human who invented the radio
did not as well model the computer.
The one who designed my dresser couldn't design my patio
It'd be rare for a shoemaker to also be a tutor
But God He made both ant and elephant
and there's absolutely nothing that He can't.
Those far off days from way back when
My age was five, or maybe ten.
No matter what, i was carefree.
When i grow old what would i be,
A lion tamer of renown
Or maybe just a funny clown.
As mountaineer, the very best.
To climb and conquer Everest.
Sometimes when mum did not agree,
I schemed to run away to sea,
And earn my keep by scrubbing decks
Or diving deep to search shipwrecks.
These fantasies would come and go,
Much faster than the melting snow.
As wizard now i waved my wand.
A frog appeared beside a pond.
Then deep inside a dragons den
I pulled his tail, he roared and then,
Breathing fire he closed his eyes.
That's when i caught him by surprise,
In outstretched hands i held the frog.
That turned him into next doors dog.
But dreams don't last like once before.
Reality means much much more.
It's freedom from those apron strings.
Cold water and those razor stings.
But growing up, sometimes it seems,
It's better living childhood dreams.
8/ 19/ 2015.
Is it that to which we lye with or that of an unveiling!
It is that of the cover I seek as I seek that of a veiling.
It is that of the heart to which needs unveiling.
It’s your skin of passion I see when I imagine a mistress of mind.
As you have filled my world with something as wild as time.
It is the shine in your curves that make me drip.
That of your body my taste buds drip, as I dream of you while
I slide my hand abroad.
Just thinking in mind of you here beside me dear, as my
mistress mind wonders through the bedroom lay.
What I like to be doing this mistress day with you laid here at play.
There about on a corner or maybe there in the corner.
As I would make love to you in mysterious ways, in a way of
passion that would be of mistress to both.
Because the heat of passion would be that of an explode.
I would make love all the way from the stove top to the floor,
which in many there would be a breeze blow through them doors.
Because we would be all over like that of a dance for two as we
made love wildly through.
It’s there in my mind I think of licking the tip of Mount Everest in time as I climb
aboard that mistress of time.
With that of peaks of beauty, I stretch my fingers as I slide my hand up a stick of beauty.
As I feel that of the rack at point and the curves below.
As I kiss that of your neck down low.
I throw my hardest and reach all the way to center below.
And catch the other side of that mountain down deep below.
that it was such an avalanche on that climb up.
That it popped that cork and lava over took.
It was there that lava had over flow through, as I sweated that coming through.
Whew, it’s hot in here!
Must be that mistress, because I feel heat a coming on.
As I too feel it coming through.
That in you, I have found my mistress of time and that of an over flow
from a heart of time.
As I feel that in my mind and that’s your body next to mine.
As we make love in a mountain of heat and become more than a mind of mistress.
But become that of a bedroom mistress.
The builder of the Devil's workshop
Polishes her tools with each sweat
got from the pains of her slaves in chains.
They accept her comfort
in exchange for her dominion.
They sign their own doom
just because the seal looks attractive.
They take their own freedom
and sacrifice it on her alter
then stay dormant, awaiting her slaughter.
Never wanting their skins
to feel sour
nor their muscles
to feel stretched.
A little task
is magnified
as swimming from sea to sea.
A little thinking
is equated to breaking
mount Everest bit by bit.
They want to see the world
without taking a single step,
and wanting to reap
without ever sowing.
No wonder,
to be as fast as the turtle
is considered a great achievement to them.
And they care not
that they are less industrious than the dead sea.
No one was born
with clogged feet
nor existed from birth
with tied hands.
Learn from the Ants
and understand why
they are the most uncountable,
observable beings in the face of the Earth.
Rise up then, oh you Joker!
or be handed over
to the prison of everlasting poverty.
I stand on top of world. I’ve won!
I’m a statue frozen solid -
On tippy-toes I’ve reached the sun.
I took a showering from cloud.
I’m bitten up with frosty snow.
Too late for me to brag out loud.
This sunny sphere won’t help unfreeze.
On Everest, I’m cold of brain,
Too full of pride, to bend my knees.
Could artist rush to see me there,
and would he chisel me like wax,
to find my form - for I am bare.
And would a poet shed some tears
and make believe that I was brave
or struggle with our greatest fears?
Who’d music bring to sing of me?
Are sirens here at top of world
and have they climbed so far from sea?
On tippy-toes I’ve reached the sun.
There, fire and ice at loggerheads.
Deceived of life - it’s death, I won.
8/31/2022
We've all seen and heard of amazing feats over the years,
That have elicited our respect, applause and raucous cheers!
Brave souls have scaled Mount Everest, others are skilled at skeets,
While others gracefully excelled with their amazing feets!
Gauche is he who doesn't applaud the ballerina in lacy tutu,
As she gracefully leaps and twirls on heel and toe with little ado!
Or thrill as the fleet running back keeps balance on his feets,
Deftly evading a three-hundred pound tackle and his deadly cleats!
Gene Kelly's dancing in "Singing In The Rain" is etched in our minds,
So nimble on his feets, performing graceful gyrations of all kinds!
Fabulous is the man in "top hat, white tie and tails", Fred Astaire,
As he and Ginger Rogers dazzled us with their eloquent flair!
"Bojangles" Robinson "tapped" his way across the American stage.
He set the standard for tap dancing in its Golden Age!
The amazing feets of "Bo" and Shirley Temple in "The Little Colonel!"
That classic film is yet shown today and will remain eternal!
The delight in watching the flying feets of Marge and Gower,
Would bring a smile upon the face of even the most dour!
There is no dearth of dancers, tight wire walkers and athletes,
Whose amazing feats have thrilled us with their amazing feets!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
As I shed myself for you
piece by piece
May I never lose sight
of who I am
and
what I am all about....
As I join my heart
to yours
May I be your loving addition
and not your only
what I need most is me....
As love takes us to
the Everest mountain
May I never have to jump
without you
we are in this together....
As we rise above,
whether we shine together
or stay in the shadows alone ...
May we never lose sight
of how and why, we fell in love !
if i could
if i were brave
i’d leave my job
i’d be an artist
adventurous and audacious
i’d be extravagant
and listen to opera
as loud as loud can be
fearlessly I’d dabble
on the edges of insanity
i’d paint murals
with the boldest colors
bringing joy to
every passerby
i’d put an end
to injustice
to poverty
as well as sadness
i’d get on a plane
and fly around the world
i’d climb the Everest
to Katmandu
i’d run to meet
the dalai lama
sit by his feet
and somehow
through osmosis
soak up his peace
and crystal wisdom
i’d fly east in sync
with every sunrise
then turn around go west
to capture every sunset
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I, I can do anything with just one hand (with just one hand, one hand)
I can lift Mount Everest,
Level the land
The lands
I am,
I'm the strongest boy in the whole wide world
in the whole wide world
I am,
I'm the strongest boy in the whole WIDE WORLD I AM
I can life the Statue of Liberty, with just my pinky-finger with just that finger
I can put the whole wide world
The whole wide world on my shoulders, my shoulders
I am
I'm the strongest boy
In the whole wide world
I am
I'm the strongest man
In the whole wide world
I am the strongest boy in the whole wide world, in the whole wide world I am
I am the strongest boy in the whole wide world, in the whole wide world I am
I am the strongest boy in the whole wide world, in the whole wide world I am
I am the strongest boy in the whole wide world, I am
8/16/74
written words by James Edward Lee & The Corinthian™ 1973©
F orever dreaming of mountains
E verest towering them all
E ven in daydreams I picture
L ong legged eager strides as I climb
I mpressive trails that are winding
N owhere to go but up and up
G ear in hand steady for the trek
E very step a meditation inspired
V agrant cares parked at ground zero
E nduring dwindling oxygen
R eality only a breath and courage
S erenity a state I believe of mind
O ften just slightly out of reach
T oday peace is on this mountain
A live and gloriously well
L oud is its chant as it echoes
L onging to soar Everest heights
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on July 17, 2019 for contest ACROSTICALLY I STAND TALL sponsored by JAMES EDWARD LEE SR - RANKED 1ST