Long Mountaineer Poems
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Van Gogh refused my cigarette, ‘No thanks, I’ve got one ear’
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The zoo wanted some antelope but they were just two deer
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I offered the cabbie some chewing gum, he said do you think that’s fare
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Why did Adam eat the apple when Eve had a lovely pear
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The tyrant banned men in white shirts: people are going to dye
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He claimed to have some caustic soda, was that some kind of Lye
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The ageing mechanic removed the wheel, he was ready to re-tyre
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Robin Hood was livid, the donuts were in the friar
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A starving woman’s fave celebs are bound to be ‘has beans’
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Men just seem to like her, is it something in her jeans
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My search for water in the haunted woods ended in a creak
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Folk are stealing mountains, should we take a peak
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I’m spraying herbs with weed-o-cide: I’m only killing thyme
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The mountaineer was chilly, he preferred a sunny clime
Finding peace in the things I do
So many things not enough time
Aspirations are what I view
Like a mountaineer ready to climb
Motivated by the things my mind sees
moving quickly yet stop on a dime
My workshop like a hive ready for bees
Materials, tools, and ideas, no confine
Like an arborist climbing the tallest trees
Seeing ideas that are so much like mine
Blending them all to make something new
knowing that any new idea will be fine
Unlimited hours are down to a few
I must eat and sleep to keep up my health
Balancing obligations I have too
Knowing the outcome is spiritual wealth
Wondering if I really have any clue
Working slowly and then with more stealth
For creating is the way to myself I stay true
Going to the top
Of the mountain isn't easy
It requires readiness
Energy and preparedness
Have the wisdom of a mountaineer
The courage of a lumberjack
And the intuation of a camper
First step to a hike is interesting
The base camp is life's stationary
Going further is already breath gasping
The mind is questioning to return
You're not halfway yet the body is aching
The wind is howling and you stop once in a while
How long you move forward the knee is tired
Never give up the banner, go for your dream
Hope and strength is your gasoline, go for it
The night is dawning and the sun will break through
The summit is near and soon you'll be there
As long as there's a way up there you'll get there
If there's no way, make a way to be there
Man is design to conquer what is under the sun.
If you are a warrior
you seek battles to fight,
If you are a laborer
you seek tasks to perform,
If you are a mountaineer
you seek new peeks to scale,
If you are a dreamer
you seek adventures,
If you are a traveler
you seek new worlds to explore,
If you are an ignorant soul
you seek a teacher to learn,
If you are a sinner
you seek the Lord for salvation,
If you are a priest
you seek a parish to preach,
If you are an orator
you seek an audience,
If you are an actor
you seek a stage to perform,
If you are the devil
you seek lost souls to possess;
But what more would you do
if you are God?
P.S.:that’s why we don’t
hear from Him anymore!
West Virginian Mountaineer, hill country free,
Born down in a holler to folks of dirt po means.
Heard wind blow wave ‘er wave o’er regal mountain peaks.
Fed on cornpone, biscuits, country gravy, and beans.
White mist over each peak a crown of majesty.
In rich valley below, unique person dwelt.
Admired sprawling mountaineer family tree.
Anyone not ‘bon up ’thar in the hills was suspect.
Ran like a deer, strong as a bear, eyes like a hawk.
Had speck of earth’s riches: smidgen from modern store.
Used outhouse year 'round, often times in the dark!
Worldly things rated low; Evermore got high score.
Shot rifle straight as an arrow flying through the air,
As ray of sunshine finds its way through leafy trees.
Had the stealth of bobcat leaving his secret lair,
Could seek up on someone; unaware presence there.
Honored no pass signs around moonshiner’s grove.
Words sounded odd to some; "Whar, thar, airish out ‘har.
Folks growed "tabaccer, lit oil lamp and wood stove.
Misjudged as brainless; mind could ace lawyer’s bar.
Volunteered one day while wearing worn out jeans.
Proud to be a soldier, as ancestry of yore.
Eager to serve country; had just turned nineteen.
Sent off to hostile land; part of medical corps.
Ten soldiers died when compound was hit one night.
Each one was honored; a national hero.
Military honors; flags, taps, and over flights.
One from West Virginia; Marine, Megan Marlow.
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.
My village around the borderland, estranged
Mountain from the other side, rejoiced within gray shaded area to bloom
Echoed the echo of the midnight hymn, darkened a shade, deeper fill in xanthosis, lasted beyond the yonder valley o'er the meadow, fall color blossomed then.
Echoed a sound lasted, I heard, an echoed a sound lasted
Eavesdrop and a try , as I meant for that
Beyond the sensible perception, to understand
Opening the eyes, I try to see
A failure to gaze to perceive a gaze
Closing my eyes , I am a fanciful thought
O intellect , I failed to perceive that
I am a failure to a thousand mountaineer causes , caused
A failure to climb those events larger than a life, presented
Echoed the echo of the midnight hymn, darkened a shade, deeper fill in xanthosis, lasted beyond the yonder valley o'er the meadow, fall color blossomed then.
Echoed a sound lasted, I heard, an echoed a sound lasted.
Based on a song from subcontinental vibe
Poem To My Dad
In Memory 04/17/2018
By: RobertBenThoughts.blogspot.com
It has been almost a year
Since you left us here,
For the heavenly relm
Your reward is clear.
I miss you.
Mom is doing better than before
She thinks of you daily,
She now calls me Bob
I just laugh and say it’s Ben.
Did I tell you I miss you?
The kids are doing fine
They miss you too,
Careers challenging
But they are successful,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The wife God gave me,
She is the Eveready bunny
She continues to be amazing
She misses you also.
Did I tell you I miss you?
She does for everybody
Before doing for herself,
She is like you,
Always-there good or bad times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Got tear eyed today
Just thinking about you,
Don’t do it often
I just think of the good times.
Did I tell you I miss you?
I’m doing fine now,
I wish you were still here,
I’d take you to the mountains again,
And take you to church.
Did I tell you I miss you?
Don’t forget golf I let you win.
Myrtle Beach every summer,
Deep-sea fishing
Two walks to the pier everyday,
Did I tell you I miss you?
I remember camping
Just you and me,
Then there was Boy Scouts
When it used to be just boys,
Did I tell you I miss you?
There was Mountaineer football,
Mountaineer Classic basketball tourney,
Harlem Globetrotters,
Pittsburgh Pirates baseball,
Did I tell you I miss you?
But what I remember most is
You lived as you taught,
Slow to anger
And a great listener
Did I tell you I miss you?
Church first,
Mom second,
Kids next,
Then work.
Did I tell you I miss you?
You always believed in me,
Even when I gave you no reason,
And you always said you were proud of me
At the most important times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The apple fell far from the tree
But I’m giving my best effort
To roll it up the hill,
I know you’re proud of me and my family,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Dad, I love you!
When an author gets published
His happiness may be compared
With a mother's happiness
Who has just given a birth to a baby
After nine months pains and troubles
In carrying it in her womb
When an author gets published
He is as happy as a beggar
Who is told that he is a king
When an author gets published
He feels as a spiritual seeker feels after
Getting an enlightenment
When an author gets published
He feels as a mountaineer feels
After climbing a mountain
When an author gets published
With that
Many more works begin
It gives him unending motivation
As there have never been a single writer
Who had written only one book
One published book inspires him
To write another
And that book inspires him
To write one more
Thus the writer's journey starts
With his first book
But never ends till he breaths last.
Immigrant of past he took to the soil like a neophyte soldier
protecting each tomato and basil plant with his bare hands
he showed no inhibition when it came to baring his shoulders
and digging fenced up holes in the ground, by early morning
as he whistled a tune he worked contentedly in his little yard
away from the bombast sound of his bocci rink counterparts ,
he was animated by the first sun of morning and tanned dark
beneath the smolder of a rolled up cigarette and salty breath
The lecherous stares of Canadian Lolittas were never returned
for he was a loyal husband. Abruzzo born he contained love
and gave it to his family with the fierceness of a mountaineer
his Alpine hat hung on the hook, as a reminder of where he
had found his beatific moments long ago ;
Providence had it that he find a good job at a local hospital
washing sheets and beddings. He never floundered far from
home for his children were always on the wait for his smile
his dolorous history, it was never shared as much as his joy.
He was a wonderful father who taught me how to add,
with sense of my sensibility, … best friend I ever had.
6/14/2019
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