Long Mountains Poems
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It had been a day full of miraculous detail.
Freezing rain played the ground like a kettle drum.
Trees snapped and flowers curtsied
before engaging in a pas de deux
with blades of grass on the stage
of this summer eve.
Our erupting blazing star...
Sported a set of yellow barn doors sorely in need of a paint job;
Closed shut with a heavy metal rusty lock seeping a golden shade;
Upstaging the blue sky and creating its own distinct wash
to signal the break of day.
A curvy curved river flowed naturally through
the mountains into a water colored sunset.
The moon waited patiently offstage with bedroom eyes
anxious to make her entrance.
And I,
Well - I just stood motionless,
Hoping to absorb it all;
Hoping to never take this planet for granted;
A non opiate
I like to call
Organic Ecstasy.
And not a sign of men’s hands anywhere in sight.
14~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
Colors and notes of the nature
Are ever lively and sweet
The rivers, oceans, mountains, spring
Dawn, dusk, sunshine and sky
Are never dull or dreary
They never die, nor are they born
Remain fresh, beyond birth and death
Spontaneity, continuity, endurance
And unity in diversity is the truth
Who made it, when and why?
Are the man-made questions
Reflecting intellectual boundaries
Inherently moot in dimension
And reach
Illusion rules us
Analysis, synthesis and probe
Are our fads to tide over the limitations
We flow in unchartered waters
To fathom the unknown and fail
The pursuits reflect blank curiosity
Nothing more
Searching the limits of time and space
Chartering the eternally moot areas
Oblivious of nature’s unending shores
Is our craze
Little birds are wiser
They fly, sing and sleep
Away from futility
Victory
You get attacked when the devil wants you back.
He wants you to focus on all you lack,
instead of what is still intact.
All he can do is deceive,
try to get you to pack up and leave
The promises of God's word
All the whispers, in the night, you once heard.
He wants you to fight with your carnality
Trying to convince you that those feelings are reality.
He wants you to swim in oceans of despair
And then accuse God of not being there.
He wants you to rehearse that old familiar verse,
Ultimately, he wants you to end up in a hearse.
But, who can deliver us from all those lies?
Who can hear all our cries?
Who can take this mess we're in?
And wash us clean from all our sins?
Who can calm the raging sea, still our heart, and set us free?
No one but Jesus, no one but our king,
He restores us as we praise and sing.
his faithfulness is beyond our comprehension
He is the God of the resurrection.
So when the devil comes with his foolish talk
Remind him that with God you walk
On top of mountains of victory
God made the way for us to be set free!
By: Sabina Nicole
Were there no mountains, valley dwelling would be a chore,
And were there no dichotomies, life would be a big bore.
The long standing definition of dilemma has always
Involved at least two problematic situations in which
We are compelled to choose, but the word has come to be
Acceptable with having a single matter of complexity or quandary.
our lives are paved with beauty and puzzled by challenge.
We welcome the beauty with open arms, but challenges
Sometime come with pain that forces us to fold our arms.
Through battle scars and falling stars, our lives have been
captured and embraced by contentment, but are presently
being called upon to pursue an alternate course. And we are
Compelled to confront the dichotomy to which We are totally
Opposed.
You have found satisfaction in your present status and place of abode,
But your sense of tranquility and peace is being tested and challenged.
I suspect such a description befits the journey of many a Christian pilgrim
Will your response be yes or no; should I go or should I stay?
Yes, we are meditating and praying, seeking answers to this our dilemma,
but still we are conflicted because we are opposed to such changes.
There is nothing within us so inclined to dismantle our present state.
No, we do not see a fork in the road but rather a road yet unpaved on
Which we have neither a desire to travel nor a vision for such a pathway.
It is not answers from others for which we are seeking, because we
Realize it is a matter for which we alone must face and come to
terms, but we often find a sense of ease by simply sharing our dilemmas.
And there is an added sense of solace if we are able to express it in words.
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I drove by snowbanks with mountains in view
Pleasant thoughts traveled with me on my ride
Under deep blue skies, in a bright sun’s golden hue
When it caught my eye, flying from the side
A Bald Eagle soared out of trees I passed
Pleasant thoughts traveled with me on my ride
A sight captured in my mind, now to last
A clear elegant flight, welcomed me
A Bald Eagle flew out of trees I passed
So grateful for a surprise sight to see
Nothing but a smile was left on my face
A clear elegant flight, welcomed me
My thoughts now lifted to another place
Things we may see next, we do not know
Nothing but a smile was left on my face
We seek answers, yet so much to know
I drove by snowbanks with mountains in view
An eagle caught my eye, star of the show
Under deep blue skies, in sun’s bright golden hue
Heidi Sands
3/9/19
When my eyes close
I do not see the dreams that you see
My reality does not match with yours
Flowers dance on fields of Kelly green grass
Swaying in warm breezes
Whose melodic tones play an ancient symphony
With a rhythm added by a million gliding birds
A song written on a sky of pastel blues and shining white
Clouds circle around ancient mountains
Creating strands of silky threads
The sun rises and sets before my eyes
Casting shadows over the entire world
Days fade and night grows around me
Stars and plants float across a field of ebony
Dimly lighting a world of my creation
This is the world which gives me the words of my poems
This is a poet’s dream
And it is who I am
Brother, will you cry for me
Would you let your light so shine
Brother, would you die for me
Above the mountains
at the tree you'd be with Jesus, Jesus and the thieves
Brother would you die for me
One who does the will of my Father in heaven
is my brother and sister
Sister, O sister would you try for me
Hold back the tears, dry my wounds, for me
Sister, would you die for me
Hang your body on a tree at Calvary
at the tree you'd be with Jesus, Jesus and the thieves
Sister would you die for me
One who does the will of my Father in heaven
is my brother and sister
Brother my Sister would you give me drink
Would you allow me into your abode for I do stink
Would you give me drink
Would you feed me food for my stomach, (sake)
at the tree you'd be with Jesus, Jesus and the thieves
Sister would you die for me
One who does the will of my Father in heaven
is my brother and sister
For if we would all, just fall on our knees all
if we would just do the will of God (yes all of us all
If we just all do the will of the Father in heaven
One who does the will of my Father in heaven
is my brother and sister
One who does the will of my Father in heaven
is my brother and sister
One who does the will of my Father in heaven
is my brother and sister
One who does the will of my Father in heaven
is my brother and sister
inspired by St. Matthew 12:50
Upon my mighty horse I’ll ride, deep into oblivion.
Together through the gusty wind, my steed and I shall ride.
Onward pushing, no time for fear or pain.
Make way before we trample down the trees and mountains ahead.
We’ll fight until the ground is flat.
No one can stop us now!
Who shall stand before my strength?
Be trampled all ye evil!
We shall push, and fight, but still…
… My steed and I shall travel.
Onward, inward, farther we go deep into the hell.
My friend and I shall not fear the ugliness of truth.
Bitterness is among the demons, scattering them are we.
Together my steed and I shall bring forth the evil of men.
Evil stand your trial!
Innocence is gone!
Hide not your horrors from the truth…
… For my steed and I are justice!
Ye shall pay the price!
My steed and I are justice…
(Written in 1977, my first poem in the school literary magazine. Possibly my first poem ever. )
I was twenty when I was hired by the state
to watch out for fires that could devastate,
since the cost of flights was becoming too great,
up to the tower I go.
Now North Pennsylvania is a wild place,
to see it all burn would be a true disgrace,
and it’s an easy way to make my pay,
so to the tower I go.
Rumpled rows of ridges rolling to the south,
low, eroded hillsides of small mining towns,
and chittering squirrels, good lord they are loud,
when to the tower I go.
A carpet of trees, a scattering of fields,
a copse of white birches whose bark likes to peal,
anglers in a river, the long poles they yield,
high in the tower I go.
Most days I’m up here I do not have a care,
every half-hour I scan the hills and stare,
looking for stray smoke-lines or fire’s red glare,
why to this tower I go.
I’ve caught a few small ones, mostly lightning-strike,
helped find one started by a kid’s motorbike,
with three-sixty views they’ll not escape my sight,
when to this tower I go.
But mostly it’s hikers that I see up here,
uoung families with kids who play like pioneers,
and some of them will not come up out of fear,
but to the tower most go.
They ask me of mountains after their long climb,
what peak’s over there? Am I here all the time?
they’re so happy that I do not really mind,
within the tower they go.
The fathers all think there’s some value in this,
here in the clean air, no phones and no office,
and no whiny customers constantly pissed,
they have no tower to go.
But it’s no like the old days in small cabins cold,
come dusk I walk down and then drive to my home,
and I’ll get my work-out tomorrow, I know,
back to the tower I’ll go.
"Listen closely," Rumple Stein
cackled, his yellow eyes
scanning the terrified faces
of the children huddled
around the campfire.
"A massive, hairy Bigfoot
stalks the foggy mountains,
sniffing the chilly night air for
a very specific scent."
"This towering beast
possesses a terrible, burning
fury against children who
refuse to do their homework."
"Because some kids don't do
their homework, the furious
monster swore to hunt down
every single lazy child."
"He tracks the scent of blank
pages and hidden schoolbooks
straight to your campground tents!"
"He wants to stomp slacker
kids to a pulp to punish them
for neglecting their daily education!"
He suddenly jumped to his
feet, throwing his hands high
as the wind howled through
the branches.
"And when he catches a lazy
student, "Rumple Stein roared,
"he crushes them with his giant
feet!"
The terrified children
immediately reached into
their backpacks, pulling out
their folders in absolute panic.
They frantically began
scribbling their spelling
words by the dim, flickering
light of the dying fire.