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With no wings to fly…
and no legs to walk…
as an elevated portion of the Earth’s crust,
with sloping sides and a peak,
stuck to the ground…, I am found.
Appear so majestic…
But to the core, a rock I am…!
Fixed at one place,
to be the guest of others,
I can’t move an inch further!
Whistling winds, rustling leaves,
Frothing waterfalls are my bosom friends!
I take delight in being a host
for calling birds, pattering animals,
and the passionate Mountaineers,
who experience the bliss
of climbing my summit!
Who is devoid of a failing?
Contentment with what you have…,
results in living the life of beatitude!
It does require a change in your attitude!!
If I were a mountain climber,
I’d always take the time
To check out superstitious lore
When choosing where to climb.
For recently an avalanche
Took several climbers’ lives.
I’m sure they left some grieving friends
And parents, children, wives.
This avalanche occurred in France.
Mont Blanc’s the mountain range;
But here’s the part that is, to me,
More obvious than strange.
The northern face of Mont Maudit
Is where the slide began.
The meaning of that name was not
A factor in their plan.
Or possibly, those mountaineers
Thought there was some mystique
To conquering a mountain
That’s defined as “cursed peak.”
With dangers in a sport like this,
I know I’d be averse
To setting out upon a peak
That’s burdened with a curse.
They thumbed their noses at the gods
Which is the kiss of death.
I wonder if they realized that
As they took their last breath.
The Bolted Brain
Like permanently set cement.
Ever try to speak to one?
Whose vacant eyes just glow!
With questionable truisms,
Gleaned from brazen television shows?
As if a seven-paid figured miscreant
Has fallen from Mount Olympus, what?
Ill informed mountaineers, they~
Encouraging us to at our nation jeer!
Yea, their duty be, to fill us with hate
and fear, adamantly.
Best you muzzle these mouthpieces
who cheer.
For the end of the planet, all nations
and the life you hold dear.
They want to be angels of truth?
I say adamantly, they all lie, forsooth!
Himalayas beckon everyone to come to its fold
In as many seasons ‘n as many times ‘n still lust for more
Music, all four seasons, they continuously orchestrate
A collage of fall colors adds beauty to its lakes, rivers and waterfalls
Legendary tales echo glories of gods in its valleys and peaks
Abode heavenly it makes away from maddening crowd, a midst the clouds
You fall in love with the simple and beautiful people of these hills that
Allow you not to miss your home sweet home while
Snow-capped peaks bring out grit ‘n courage of mountaineers
Contest: the hills are alive with poetry
Sponsor: Scott thirtyseven
Date: 20.6.2014
Form: Acrostic
Lines: 9
Travel with me to a nature lover's dream
Denali's grandeur is the unfolding theme
Expansive vistas paint a wondrous scene
Snow covered peaks look quite so pristine.
Morning sun blushes atop gray clouds
Majestic sights gratify excited crowds
Glaciers glow upon a distant mountain range
Mesmerizing hues color changing landscape.
Butterflies roam flowers pink and yellow
Moths feasting on nectars look so mellow
Birch trees so tall, they swing with the wind
Aspen tree sings with its leaves shiny green.
Red squirrels run from trees to leap
White sheeps graze on ranges so steep
Moose and grizzly bear a sight must see
A golden eagle flies high above the trees.
Mountaineers climb soaring mountain peaks
Hiking, biking, camping is what visitors seek
Memories made here will never depart
A visit to the park will engrave your heart.
August 17, 2017
Placed 3rd: Strand choice Z contest by Brian Strand
Across the limpid and serene river, the oasis of the Wild West pioneers,
there are ivory and charcoal peaks waiting for mountaineers
to discover as they rest under the long-leafed pines that sway;
on this side, the saw-tooth oaks and the daisy bushes are lovely greeters.
Not long ago, this abandoned upland was the home of gold-diggers,
sarcasm and violence went hand in hand...even eagles could have lost their feathers,
and those cluttered wooden shacks weren't not built for comfort,
but with limited space, they could hardly stretch out their legs and sleep like bears.
Travelers are very fascinated by the peace and scenery, not seen from their urban lair;
come to enjoy a short period of tranquility and breathe in the crisp air:
some write, some paint...others dream away to visualize that great era!
Look past that river, willow oaks and maples can soothe the travels of a trudging bear.
Find your spot, whenever you choose and be vowed by an imagination so rare;
take off your fedora hat and go beyond those mountains brightened by the sun's glare,
let a mockingbird or shrike delight your senses with their beautiful song...
with a fervid wish, let them take you where they have watched the new moon's mare.
While sidestepping impediments,
Achilles heel stricken with paralyzing zap
chronically inducing captain klutz
to bemoan and yap,
i.e. (think) booby trap
strategically laid down by the missus -
necessitating yours truly
to patschke with marauder map
in an to circumvent and handicap
becoming lame and crippled for life
essentially rendering me totally tubular
pathetic non-ambulatory chap.
Aforesaid dangerous tripping hazard,
the spouse I do calmly berate
causing me being waylaid
for very important date
and/or additionally hurrying
to forestall bowel movement,
viz urgent incommodious fate
mine impromptu tanglefoot (feet) dance step
doth ineluctably foment hate.
Ready to lash out courtesy sanity claws
meanwhile thee wife burst out with guffaws
me cursing Sir Isaac Newton's gravitational laws
one infuriated husband
our marital covenant, he swiftly redraws
subsequently divorce sputters
thru clenched jaws
underscoring how feigned wedded bliss
(actually shotgun marriage)
replete with many flaws
e'er since chance encounter
regarding future maternal cause
deux daughters we begat
packed their bags at tender age,
and left home without pause.
All these approximate
two score plus oddly even years
avoiding precarious hazardous risks wears
heavily reinforced steel tipped
crampon tricked out boots,
which rugged footwear eventually tears,
though they outlasted lifetime
predicted on advertisements and follow up
customer satisfaction questionnaires
as satisfied survivor traversing
harrowing riddled landscapes,
I feel adequately trained to join
most hardy (doubting thomas) mountaineers,
especially those with surname Reznick
livingsocial, snapchatting, and twittering in Switzerland
possibly linkedin with Harris heirs
this wordsmith conclusively blares.
I non-jokingly attest -
above recounted spectacle no humorous avail,
thereby true love moost prevail
when wife leaves mayhem and bedlam
nothing boot trail of destruction without fail
excellent preparation if/when
purblind poetic papa needs to learn Braille.
Some green; some grayish; some dark or brownish,
Grass-filled; grass-less; some portions clam clownish;
Ups-downs; zigzags; clumpy, ghastly, scary,
Beasts-like fringes clinging to dark aerie...
Herbs, shrubs, trees, climbers, creepers... in kinship,
Growing, like horses uncontrolled by whip;
Thorns, amidst wild daisies, as though saying,
Life, here, is no foolproof; it's tough weighing...
These cattle seem to prove dwellers nearby,
Cowboys, shepherds or nomads passing-by;
Birds of feathers, as though safe reserve found,
Seem settle amid fear from harsh wild hound...
Mountaineers and hunters, hike here-and-there,
Single-minded; their pursuit well aware;
Amid saints-looking thieves and burglars, walk,
With no fear within; chalk or block of knock...
Rocks are rough, tough; in some places soft, though,
I go on; though, sometimes, extremely slow;
Soil slips; stones crumble; feet fail to proceed,
Creatures breeding beneath dry leaves, sting-treed...
Sun is seen sometimes; hidden other times,
Moon and stars seem attuning to old rhymes;
Fogs, mists, ice and snows, as per, seasons change,
From cliffs I glimpse many a mountain range...
People accompany; yet, there's no crowd,
Someone from somewhere seem calling aloud;
Amid humans I'm, often, lone exile,
I know, yet, I should walk many a mile...
Though strange, all seem to give me company,
Each move of mine is in God's custody;
Fast or slow, goal of my life, I'll fulfill,
This trail will turn my voyage, full of thrill…
Though seem trackless my trail is not reckless,
Pure, fragrant breeze blowing here is speckless;
Each grass grows, here, is full of friendliness,
Nature cuddles all, in complete kindness...
The trail I travel, O friends, is holy,
Vistas around, are perfect and lovely;
Each glimpse I glance and clasp so zealously,
It's foretaste of all that is heavenly...!
16 February 2022
Sometimes, those difficult road
Will lead you to beautiful places
The opening view receives bad comments
For the road is rocky, unpaved and dusty
Many who travel by are not comfortable
Some hopeless and some wondered why
They travel such misery experience to repent
Left no choice but to go and move forward
The travel is truly a humpy-bumpy experience
Silence and self-censorship are the busy phrase
The way is lackadaisical turtle uphill and downhill
Feel refresh as the crisp air welcome them a mile away
Sudden break joy in the lungs and touching chill in the skin
All eyes now is exciting as the nature's nice view is unfolding
They alive their curiosity, on their cameras and now start recording
The road now quite smooth and under construction
To pave answer the town folks demands for government projects
You'll see the traveler's faces now are happy
For the place is a tourist attraction and staycation
There are natural spring, a local resort for tourists
Forest cabin for mountaineers, sky-rocket falls for nature lovers
More modest hotels and vacation houses for long-term stayers
Affordable beaches at the bay resorts for snorkels and bathers
Exuberant eaters of local and foreign delicacies are for choices
For a hungry mouth, mukbangers and food lovers alike
The place is a secluded paradise that only few discovered
What people hates first impression
God has provide great expectation.
On paths where mountains meet the infinite sky,
Where poets weave their dreams, where eagles fly unafraid,
Lies a hidden corner of paradise, far from the eyes of the world,
There, silver clouds weave their stories with the moon.
Lift your gaze to the snow-capped peaks,
Where the future unfolds like an endless fairy tale.
Whisper your dreams and let them rise,
To those venerable mountains, guardians of time and mystery.
Mountaineers begin their journey, with hope in their hearts,
To the place where mountains embrace the blue sky.
Take me there, to that fairy tale world,
Where time stands still and dreams become reality.
Where the sea merges with the infinite sky,
Where mermaids sing their tales, where seagulls dance in the wind,
A realm of dreams, where anything is possible,
Where every wave hides a story, a secret of the universe.
Beyond the horizon, where the sky meets the sea,
Opens a world full of possibilities and magic.
Beyond the ephemeral castles of sand,
Lies the promise of a tomorrow full of hope.
Only brave hearts can reach this realm,
Where the ocean and the sky unite their destinies.
Take me to that world, where dreams come to life,
Where every moment is a gift, a magical moment.
In the heart of the forest, where trees touch the sky,
Lies a sanctuary of dreams, a place where everything is possible.
There, dreams become reality, and reality becomes a dream,
A place where magic is at home, and where the heart feels free.
Dream, dreamer, and let yourself be carried by magic,
Into a world where everything is possible, where dreams become reality.
Take me there, to that fairy tale world,
Where my heart can dream freely, and where my soul can be set free.