Long Foothill Poems

There was a little boy
His name was Godot
He was searching for God
Since the moment he was born
He was lying in a crib
Woven from branches
Of dry hand-picked weeds
Staring in to his mother’s eyes
Listening to soft lullaby
Her...

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Two Poems on Musical Themes


Salieri Speaks

His genius brought me to the brink of a fearful inadequacy.
What does one do when you reach a mountain top
only to find yourself on a foothill?
I thought posterity would acknowledge
the...

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For many days, I am yearning with my pastime longing to bargain for a mountain
Even though I am not knowledgeable about that marchant, for a dealer of that, then.
I long , I wish I could...

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Charano Dhorite Diyogo --- A Tribute to Tagore Geetanjali
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A foothill moment got lit up underneath my colander, himalayan she
I beseech thee, have mercy upon me
Throughout  life and mortality, through all  strife, in glum...

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A moment on the Cyber Café at Fewa Lake
				
1.
In the Mug of the Fewa Lake
Reflecting the pure blueness of the sky
With the fluttering of the Fishtail
My eyes sparkle with 
The taste of organic coffee
That chills...

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On a dusty and narrow path dwarfed by the enormous
redwood trees, which have conquered all of the soft-blue sky;
I walk and I'm astonished by the tallest of them all! 
Winter has left and the snows...

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I am seated in a bed-like rock
Under the foothills this is a single block

The Sun rises behind my back
Though I face hills in the west, its rise I could track

The dawn delightfully unfurl
Mother nature decorates...

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A broad vale next to Lake Champlain,
early morning, before the heat,
barbed wire fence next to a field
where John Arnold’s sheep are grazing.
Tall grass is hiding most of them,
white humps moseying about there,
their heads poke up...

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A good poetry emanates from the heart of the poet, vibrates in its rhythm that resonates in the mind of the reader. The form of poetry has evolved over the years with literary experiments on...

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when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond 

where we made love on brighter days

hot...

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The Mountain –
I climb between a foothill
And its craggy legs. Self will,
See me through
Where few have forged before,
Higher than the hawks explore
And higher than my clouded view.
I must not fail, there must be more!
I go

IN...

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Bhanu Singher Padaboli
Eight (gahan kusum kunja majhe)

O'er the Eden grief, solitary floral, she. myriad, myrtle
a soft croon of oblivion, the harp of the wind, weaverbird humming thistle
Overcoming the fear, verses as they weave beyond subtle...

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Eight (gahan kusum kunja majhe)

O'er the Eden grief, solitary floral, she. myriad, myrtle
a soft croon of oblivion, the harp of the wind, weaverbird humming thistle
Overcoming the fear, verses as they weave beyond subtle murmur
Soulmate, a...

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I still remember my childhood being poured out of me slowly
I was 7 or 8 when I experienced my grandfather suffer.
He choked to death on his vomit (died the next day in ICU)
My father never...

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Jumping from one tree to another with thrill
With variety of village games filled with a fire of fun 
Roaming over lush green fields, slopes of foothill 
No barriers as we loved and lived as one

Joyful...

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The Empty Academy Schoolhouse

It stands on a vast green lot,
No trees to shelter it from heavy, gray clouds
on the rolling foothill horizon.
Its thin coat of white paint peels,
revealing bare, dry-rotted wood.
The rickety porch boards,
once sturdy...

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At night
a shot or two 
rings out.
Vartan turns over
and looks at his wife
safely on the side of the bed 
away from the window.
He senses
the difference between
sounds of alcohol fueled rounds,
and those from long ago, booted
hate...

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I like pets, and we have had our share of a few. 
Unfortunately, we never attached to the point of
seeing them as family members. Perhaps it's because
we were not together long enough to bond like...

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At the foot of the massive massif bluffs which bounce atop upstate New York,
The air is thick with suburban smog bottled beneath the mountains' unpopped cork.

The fumes from factories of the foothill folk have feigned...

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Looking forward all winter for my vacation 
A three-day excursion put on by We Are One Nation
We parked our RV’S near the foothill,
then hiked and climbed top of the cliff and met Will
When the sign...

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Number 5 Tagore web -ontor momo

5. Bless thy mind blossoming to the degree of all these, brimming ashore
    the fullest hymn, in the innermost shrine, pearls of wisdom and adore
  ...

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I live atop a foothill to mountains of the Cascade Range
and people here keep to themselves whether on busses or on trains;
from my back porch are lights a big city can be seen;
and the blissful...

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5. Bless thy mind blossoming to the degree of all these, brimming ashore
    the fullest hymn, in the innermost shrine, pearls of wisdom and adore
    Cleanse thy impurity, bless...

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Acrid smoke in the scientist’s bell jar
Blankets of chenille-covered snow
Crystalline carbon diamond star
Drips forming stalactites grow
Effervescent waterfalls’ dreams
Frothy-topped cappuccinos 
Gelid surfaces of lakes and streams
Halos of angels in holy repose 
Icebergs splitting from their source...

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Storms rain sprung on rocky clefts
Where springtime run-off streams are filled.
Where snows melts and clouds lift
The start of water generous gift.
Here the rivulet and creeks build.

Through the foothill small brooks run
On their track toward His...

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