Long John muir Poems
Long John muir Poems. Below are the most popular long John muir by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long John muir poems by poem length and keyword.
“When we contemplate the globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.” John Muir
THE TATTERDEMALION KITE
the restlessness of the profound can only follow a Gandi-path. alone in a wilderness, where God performs breathlessness of CPR. his cold-damp cloth covers the forehead and his pierced and merciful palm keeps one from falling into the abyss. the euphoria of his creation, often curtailed for a season — the tatterdemalion kite with long tails, unable to keep one’s feet on the ground. the dank earth gives way to unearthed caves; the kaleidoscopic kite sails to highest heights. if i can only touch one finger of God, in childlike fervor, the same finger that created Adam…weightless, ceiling debris like asteroids surrounding me. do you feel the excitement of the cracking. smiling, the Son of God allows his glory to peek out through heaven’s door.
10/31/2019
The forest is a wonderful place
so free among the open space
loads of trees with wide branches
let imagination show their every face
Let yourself go completely wild
give your every thought away in mind
making the intellect so very loose
cannot see, just seems all gone blind
Allow your thoughts to think ahead
bring in through your every avenue
give your intellect much to consider
correct it always to do what's true
Recognise that you indeed have a soul
as everyone else does all the same
for God made a living soul in creation
remember this fact it's no game
This soul is eternal, has no end
for it's value has no earthly price
the mind and soul exchange
in the woods myself is so nice
(Quote: "And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul")
John Muir (1838-1914)
"In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks."
- John Muir
"I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees."
- Henry David Thoreau
I take a stroll mid the trees tall,
To my troubled soul, a cure-all,
Listening to the crushing leaves,
My lonely heart comfort receives,
The song of the birds captivates,
Calling out to me as time waits,
I weave through tangled branches deep,
Through shadowed woods, my eyes, they sweep;
I take in the beauty of Spring,
The charmed allure of everything,
Captivates my heart and my soul,
In here, I feel revived and whole,
Attractions plenty to ponder,
Slowly I pause, breathe and wander,
When I feel blue, none to delight,
A walk in the woods makes it right.
01.22.2022
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time."
– Sir John Lubbock
"Allow nature's peace to flow into you as sunshine flows into trees."
- John Muir
Grey clouds hover as sunlight filters through
Faraway fogged mountains come into view
There's serenity in the breeze that blows
The sun sets slowly as the sky still glows
Will it rain today? Maybe, it'll drizzle!
But right now, heaven's on a soft sizzle
The wind, the trees, the sunshine and the blue
"Allow nature's peace to flow into you"
Serenity is found where there is peace
And it's nature that sets my mind at ease
Labels that lead to hate…will only pain impart…
they will never bring us together…only push us further and further apart.
When we are consumed by the labels we place on one another it becomes more difficult…more bizarre to see each other clearly…to understand who we truly are.
When all we see is a person’s color, race, sex, religion…the gender they know they were born to be…the person underneath the label…we are never blessed to see.
Because the label we assign to a person…is only one piece of the puzzle…one part
and when all we see is that label…we never see inside their heart.
Through politics and prejudice our tendency to abuse these labels has gotten worse…and worse…and worse…and before it becomes more pervasive…more damaging…more perverse…
I direct your attention to a man whose philosophy was taught to him by the mountains, the rivers and the birds….
Perhaps now is the time to listen to John Muir…time to heed his words.
Words he wrote while walking with nature…which once read and thoroughly dissected have a deeper meaning for us today than, I imagine, even he expected.
“When we try to pick out anything by itself.” He wrote, “we find it hitched to everything in the universe. Simple words if heeded could help our hatred and prejudice reverse.
I wonder when he made this revelation…perhaps seated by a stream…
if the creators at the moment…didn’t share with him their dream…
How every humans, every animal, every river…every tree
are meant to live together…in balance and harmony…
How it is possible to separate ourselves by hate…how for a while some may thrive…
but in the long run how we are all connected…and how we need each other to survive.
During these Covid-19 days so sad
when an walking trip is not on cue
so missing in one's fondest memories
a trip on high seems so long overdue
My own favourite place to climb
is in the English Lakes so fair
down there a mountain is a fell
many a challenge to make one dare
When one is considering such a peak
there's a voice whispering in your ear
to go on up to such great heights
there's no room in you to be in fear
Listen to the call up on high
it draws you like a magnet touch
as I climbed Skiddaw, Blencathra and Catbells
these feels were exhilarating always so much
The views so breathtaking when on top
making every effort worth it's while
the call indeed looks for a voice, 'I must go'
go but it won't be a strolling country mile
(Quote: "The mountains are calling, and I must go.")
The quotation was made by John Muir, a Scottish-American environmentalist, who was known as the "father of our national parks," and who was an early advocate for the preservation of the wilderness areas in the United States.
Tissiack’s Tears
“[F]or I was absorbed in the great Tissiack [Half Dome]-- I have gazed on Tissiack a thousand times -- in days of solemn storms, and when her form shone divine with the jewelry of winter, or was veiled in living clouds; and I have heard her voice of winds, and snowy, tuneful waters when floods were falling; yet never did her soul reveal itself more impressively than now. John Muir
Tissiack’s tears fall from her rain-stained face,
her profile one with the lichened rock.
She, the spirit of the Ahwahneechees,
speaks silently, with the voice of winds,
and presence of time past and present.
For a summer, my tent opened to her
With flaps opened, I peered upon her,
Confident that I understood her words;
But I was just imperiousness youth,
And youth distracts from truth.
Years later, I return to her and sit
in the moonlight at Mirror Lake.
As my eyes tire and grow unfocused,
I see her missing half in the water –
her half that’s not, her mystic moiety.
She whispers of life’s unhalves, and in the
rippled, reflective waters appears,
my unhalf – those thoughts, unthought and
that life, unlived; whereupon, I too shed tears.
“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” - John Muir
The forest is a calm spiritual place,
a balsam scented and serene space.
Rabbits hide in mossy dens,
with fresh mushroom gems.
Magical!
Cleanse.
Fanciful,
trees, flowers and stems.
Where creatures sleep and some race.
A place to treat with kindness and grace,
the forest is a calm spiritual place.
1/21/23
Contest: Writing Challenge - Andaree Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
( howmanysyllables and rhymezone used to check poem)
IN THE VALLEY OF YOSEMITE
Today, as I took a walk through,
The valley of Yosemite, such
A beauty that lies within
The rocks, trails, and the falls
There is a place where
Clear blue sky's embrace
Where the trees are tall
And are rooted within rocks
As I lift my head up to
The sun that dries my tears,
That falls from my eyes, there
Is a breeze among the pines.
In the early morning as I
Follow the longest trails,
Keeping my steps steady and strong
Mountains, blue skies, animals, white snow.
Yosemite with many trails and sceneries
Of beauty, hikes, through John Muir and
Glacier Mountains, peaceful feelings
Here In the valley of Yosemite.
copywrited @ 2008
Form: