Long Sherpa Poems
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When the soul-stars dream and die
to say goodbye allowing the universe to unfold
as the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips
my heart's pulse will beat beneath the horizon's glow
so, I may be born in the sunset of a restless womb
to cry out with my first breath
where I ask the trembling sky to greet the earth
as neither dusk or dawn can delude me
from nurturing my days of illusions
and fantasies of enchanted love
where my dreamer's dreams bloom
into a misty realm of turbulent lovers
that drift through the dim-lit shadows of my mind
where I journey with the memories made, long forgotten
seeking answers to unresolved questions
that haunt my soul that stirs in the night
where sleep is a guest that leaves before dawn
to leave my blind eyes open
starring into the darkness, confused
by decisions made without thought or reason
placing the stones pulled from my life's river
on sacred ground to be the foundation of my soul
where it stands alone on an undecided path
that leads to a universe of wishes
that hides in the thorny brambles
of my aged passage through time
where I seek the...why...of all the loves
that have passed through my various lives
where I am the eyes of time blinded from my ancient form
carrying the scars of choices burned in my soul
by the flame of passion, that is my sherpa guide
leading me toward an enduring ending
without fear or reservation
where the foliage of farewell cries out
oh fall, let this lore of love be the last
Written: May 2nd, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Seth Pina
Based on the Poem: The Artist
5th place contest winner
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It begins as a breath, barely born—
a lucent little longing that should have stayed liminal,
Yet it irrupts, unabated,
threading itself through the chiaroscuro of my thoughts.
I tell myself it is otiose,
a passing flicker, a quixotic quirk of the mind—
but it grows tensile, treacle-thick,
a rumbustious rhapsody refusing to evanesce.
Your name—your very sobriquet—
becomes a mellifluous mantra,
an epizeuxis echoing in the marrow,
a chant I never meant to memorize.
I wander through hours like a wayward opsimath,
learning too late how fixation forms its own theology—
how a single presence can become
a sacrosanct symbiosis of ache and awe.
Every thought is festooned with your outline,
every silence redolent with your imagined breath;
even the air feels janiform,
half mine, half yours,
as if the world itself has chosen sides.
I try to exculpate myself
from this inchoate imbroglio,
but obsession is a sagacious sherpa—
It knows the steepest path
and drags me up it anyway.
And still—
beneath the nadir of night,
in the hush where hubris dissolves—
I feel the truth unfurl:
That obsession is not hunger,
nor hubris,
nor hecatomb of reason—
but the amaranthine ache
of wanting to witness beauty
so completely
that it finally
witnesses you back.
Hey yall, I have a new Comforter. I’m so excited.
My new Comforter is soft, warms my soul and adds brightness to my life. And this new Comforter is different than what I’m used to, because I’m filled with such a warmth I’ve never felt before, much better than any sherpa, plush or down, any pillow or teddy bear. I am so blessed, grateful and thankful to have this Comforter. I find such a calmness and a sense of peace with my Comforter, and when I am under my Comforter, I know I am loved and protected just by the warmness felt.
Well actually, my Comforter isn’t new, my vision of my Comforter is new, because truth be told, my Comforter has been here all the while.
Do you want to feel the warmth of my new Comforter? Yeah, I bet you do.
Just accept the Lord Jesus Christ and invite Him in your life. He is there waiting to comfort you, carry you, warm you and hold you through any of your coldness, darkness, hurt and times of loneliness and uncertainty.
Come and let the Lord be your light and your new Comforter.
I wished you a Happy Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with merriment and laughter
and now I wish you Happy December 26 the less well known…day after.
(If you are from the United Kingdom or Canada…put this poem away
You have solved December 26th’s dilemma by celebrating Boxing Day)
But in America December 26 is a day that attempts to be brave and save face
for it knows it could have been a holiday but had to settle for second place.
Yes, I’m afraid December 26 in history is fated to remain unreckoned.
doomed to stand in relative obscurity with its neighbor January 2nd.
Today I celebrate all those days who because of their chronological lateness
are destined to travel down the path of history...one day away from greatness.
Do you know the name of the first man on the moon? Of course, everybody does.
But do you remember the second, Ed Aldrin, his friends and family called him Buzz.
We remember Edmund Hillary, the first to scale Mt. Everest, the first to find his way
but who remembers, Tenzing Norgay, the sherpa who accompanied him that day?
They climbed the tallest mountain in the world but the second is almost as high
Yet K-2 is only an afterthought, kind of like the 5th of July.
We remember Snow White as the first movie Disney brought to the silver screen
but the second, Pinocchio must take its place next to the innocuous March 18.
Everyone knows Amelia Earhart, her story is one of courage and devotion
She was the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.
The second was Geraldine Mock, at her even more accolades were hurled
for she kept going after crossing the Atlantic, and flew around the world.
Isn’t it funny how life works, for none of us could have foreseen
that Geraldine would be disregarded in history like the day after Halloween.
But such is the way the calendar unfolds from January to December
Some days, like people, are destined for greatness while others we hardly remember.
I think it’s time we change all that and give these days and people their due.
for I believe second places and day afters deserve a home in our hearts too.
So hold your head up December 26th…you have no reason to whine…
After all you could come around only once every 4 years….
my condolences to February 29.
Written: November 02, 2025, for contest by: Robert James Liguor
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The frozen core of human activeness
where the temperament recklessly smiles,
sludge cascades from the blade's edge
A joyous opsimath emerges,
reminiscent of rebellion and aged books,
sturdy and infused with a grin.
His unique calling sign is the "lard of law."
He wears robes adorned with nimbus designs
and stands before a wall of questions.
He gathers information from insightful individuals
Every conundrum is a breach in the law,
And every victim wants to be obvious,
He repeats sharp retorts to the sentient
To the obstreperous, the zymotic throbbing of history.
He says that justice is not banausic.
She is a lissome Nereid,
dancing with eurythmic elegance through garbage.
Though weariness grasps the morning,
and moribund minds look for troughs, not summits.
He persists on—
a sherpa of the spirit,
bestow the noisome into view
where enlightenment flowers akin to vernal fire.
Justice is not a flaw,
It's beginning
It is Nemesis
the tiny thread that links,
the strained heart to the flimsy earth.
I was bored and strapped for cash,
Badly needing a vacation.
So I took a voyage of the mind,
With my vivid imagination.
Across the open seas I sailed,
To some far and distant lands.
While perched atop a camel's back,
In caravans on desert sands.
I climbed the Himalayas,
Behind a Sherpa as my guide.
To see Nepal and then Tibet,
The Dalai Lama by my side.
Crossed the Great Wall of China,
In a mammoth hot air balloon.
Floating high in a starlit sky,
Tipped my hat to the Crescent Moon.
Back to Earth, I made my way,
Skimming the Sea of Japan.
To the Port of Tokyo,
In a rickety Saipan.
Growing weary from my travels,
My mind no longer fit to roam.
Next time I'll visit other sites,
For now it's time to journey home.
I’ve written about the day before Christmas…then added Christmas Day into the mix…
So it only seems appropriate that I write about December 26.
So…happy day after Christmas…like Christmas it’s a day that can enchant and captivate…but it has the disadvantage of arriving one day late.
December 26 knows it could be a day more people would adore…
If only it showed up a little earlier…if it had arrived one day before.
(Not to make light of Boxing Day or the Feast of St. Stephen…which on the 26th are on display…ill-fated,, however, to be celebrated in the shadow of Christmas Day.)
Yes I’m afraid December 26th if destined forever to be cursed…
with the relative obscurity of the day that follows January 1st.
So today I celebrate all those days who just because of their one-day lateness
are destined to travel down the path of history...one day away from greatness.
We remember the first man on the moon…how Neil Armstrong led the way…
while the second Buzz Aldrin, is as remembered as they day after Valentine’s day
We remember Edmund Hillary, the first to scale Mt. Everest one cold and fateful day
but who remembers, Tenzing Norgay, the sherpa who accompanied him on his way?
Mt. Everest it’s the tallest mountain in the world but the second is almost as high
Yet K-2 is only an afterthought, kind of like the 5th day of July.
Amelia Earhart was the first to fly across the Atlantic Ocean…at her many accolades were hurled…but did you know the second, Geraldine Mock..actually made it all the way around the world?
Isn’t it funny how life works, for none of us could have foreseen
that Geraldine would be a footnote in history…like the day after Halloween.
But such is the way the calendar unfolds, from January to December
some days, like people are destined for greatness…while others we hardly remember.
I think it’s time we change all that and give these days and people their due.
for I believe second places and days after deserve a home in our hearts too.
So hold your chin up December 26th, today is your day to shine…
after all you could show up only every 4years…like February 29.
We're on a journey of exploration, a long-deferred vacation
There's room for you too … Come with us, and your essence renew
We've been so busy surviving, striving, never quite thriving
It's time to live life large, hire a sea-worthy vessel, a sturdy barge
First it's off to Africa, to distant shores, hottest jungles and desert sands
There to unearth unknown civilizations, man's oldest bones, in buried lands
Then we set sail for the Isle of Atlantis, with the help of a 'sea sherpa(nt),' who in Atlantis will plant us
We're sure to find this isle 20,000 leagues under the sea, with the help of
Jules Verne and Walt Disney
After that we'll blast off into Space, bidding adieu to terra firma's rat race
We'll rocket past Saturn, Neptune, Uranus---and learn how our galaxy works
to sustain us...
When we return, we'll have stories to tell, a feature-length movie, a best-seller as well
About our journey of exploration
and how we managed it all
~ from the comfort of a virtual play-station
Entry in "Dealer's Choice Poetry Contest" (Going My Way)
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
To be a man in a world of false men
And keep honor as a good Sherpa guide
To not lose dignity in the lion's den
And stay ever humble before such pride
To know that character, is coin of the realm
And duty to cause is the cloth we wear
As we steer our hearts with truth at the helm
Protect the lives of those in need of care
To be a child in the world of children
And teach wisdom learned without demanding
Accept those in need as they wander in
And claim no reason beyond understanding
To give up childish things, to have foresight
Truth, honor, character should be your quest
Know worlds further than your line of sight
To become a man before one's death
contest Animus-Anima Part II-Animus
5/30/16
Mountain
No sherpa, rope
Or faithful steed
In stocking feet
I do proceed
Each day I climb
Relentless slope
To rest my weary head
And hope
That once the peak
Of my desire
To elevated place
Aspire
Concludes.
No flag or
Selfie pose will take
No Instagram.
No front page stake.
Just me.
To hear the lost applause
Of decades climbing
For the cause
And when the final
Bell tolls here..
The challenge ends.
The final year.
My human vehicle
Now kaput
The mode of transport
No sock dressed foot
My rationale
I will defend
As heaven's stairs
Now, I ascend
The greatest mission
Has to start..
An expedition
Of the heart
Jinjagoliath
13th April 2023