Long Summit Poems
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I've put complete faith in God, my savior
Because he always does for me
All the things I cannot do for myself. He's an answerer
Of my prayers and pleas; a purveyor of my tomorrows
Under his guidance, I'm no longer powerless
I've put complete faith in God, my savior
For he gives me strength and inner peace
He helps me move mountains blocking my spiritual path
He has guided me from the depths of darkness
To an undying light on the summit of a mountain
I've put complete faith in God, my savior
Because he delivers me from evil everyday
Because he's omnipotent and merciful; a forgiver of sins
Because without faith in him, I'll never reach him
Because he's given my life purpose and meaning
Date written and posted: 06/14/2018
I am at the highest summit
And never want to plumit
Down the high depths of this love
Where you take me up above
With an inner warmth and glow
From the real world below
You make me feel strong and free
From all the insanity
That life piles at our door
But you give me strength to soar
To a different time and place
Wrapped up in your arms so safe
My daily troubles are all finished
My misery has been diminished
Every time I look and find
The twinkle in your big blue eyes
I hope nothing will ever crush
The certainty of this great rush
I feel when you are so near
Please don’t ever disappear
I am at the highest summit
And never want to plumit
Down the high depths of this love
Where you take me up above
With an inner warmth and glow
From the real world below
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Higher is the purpose of peace
speaking damned ill against bloodshed
As war is a brutal slave
Grinding people down into extreme poverty
Where stealing treasuries opens up a wormhole
against humanity
and makes men beasts of this burden faceless
Revealing double standards
Within codes practicing justice poor beggars
This democracy is a tailored made outfit against law and order
protection has clearly been removed
Performing it's proper role has shown many are bought
In favour of the small minority view turning words
An elitist attitude is driven purely by greed
shows one battlefield against the poor innocent souls suffering
We all become the victims of these ungodly parasites ruining our world
When our voices can no longer instruct ignorance
emotions are high running to the highest temple of faith and love
Held completely hostage and silenced by evil wrongdoing
addressing our sacred duty
victims live under a trail of tears
they hold little value to warmongers and twisted news
Deceivers are corrupting this earth through lies
This amounts to high treason such vile rotting acts of abominations
millions of women and children are left homeless
their remains the facts under famine of good morals
Realisation sprouting
from intangible intuition
twined with
cognitive impulsion
igniting consciousness.
Conflagrating
confluence of confusion
leads to
path of righteousness
breaking contour
of pervasive perversion
converging
to consciousness.
Ever-curious
eccentric
ebullient explorer
traveling terraqueous
guided by
retrospective and introspective
sensuousness ,
simultaneous
to reach
ecstatic consciousness.
Sailor soul
on aimless
valorous voyage
on reverie
meeting
seamless sea
of enlightenment
to touch
summit of consciousness.
"There lies a sleeping giant.
Let him sleep! For when he wakes,
he will shake the world." — Napoleon
I stood in Tianjin,
where giants placed their footsteps
upon the soil of China.
Xi welcomed Putin, Modi followed,
and I knew the prophecy had stirred.
The wind shifts,
slowly, silently,
from West to East.
Pressure creates diamonds, they say,
and the tariffs of Trump—
once meant as shackles—
now forge an unbreakable chain:
India, China, Russia.
The reaction cannot be undone.
I heard Modi whisper to Xi:
"The Dragon and the Elephant
can walk together."
But I asked myself,
from the cloud where I observed:
what of borders,
those invisible scars on maps?
Will they heal,
or bleed again?
Money is power—
and China holds that power.
I see India drifting Eastward,
Russia anchoring its flank,
while the old empire of the West
grows weary,
its voice trembling,
its shadow long but fading.
By 2030, the earth will tilt.
The balance of power,
no longer one pole
but many.
For the first time,
the so-called “Third World”
will inherit the stage of history.
To those who have eyes,
let them see.
To those with ears,
let them hear.
The outcome is written,
not in ink,
but in fire and steel.
And I—
a lone observer
standing on the springboard of events—
can only whisper:
history is sorrow,
yet sorrow is prophecy fulfilled.
Let me see…
Give this one a Gothic Border,
For my mood is one
Of secret gardens,
Gargoyles-
All internal wanderings…
And this one,
Of an island
Somewhere,
A place only
Tropics know-
The sea
Its endless border,
The sky
A far away glow-
A sleepy little lagoon-
Here fairies
Flit, flutter to tell
Flickering tales
Us dream thieves
Dream to sell…
And now
Above a mountain-
Clouds lightly darkly speak,
Of misty rings
Cumulus things
Where summit and base meet-
Talk of a missing middle,
The answer a
2 syllable word:
Always in a climbing riddle
No middle would be absurd.
The trees crowd in along the broken trail,
sunlight tries to push through, but mostly fails,
straight trunks spread out and obscure distant gaze,
there’s eyes out there, watching, afraid they’re prey.
Ahead a break grows larger with each step,
cerulean against the forest depth,
the summit rock cresting half of the peak,
this vantage sought by many weary feet.
Red squirrels chitter and dash as I emerge,
I want to shout, but I restrain the urge,
swellings of peaks spread out like tapestries,
their secrets hid beneath the endless trees,
a slash of gray where earth cuts through in stone,
Mother Nature is lost without her bones,
then rips of blue, a ribbon swaggers slow
to wild ponds saved by being remote,
marsh meadows near sometimes reveal a moose,
but today only mallards are in view.
Beyond this lies a scar, a bigger lake,
fringed by cabins and docks, stretching out straight,
above it all vultures fly on the breeze,
their slow circles effortless and lazy,
to think such birds get this view every day…
Who knows if again I will pass this way.
"The summit cannot be seen",
what possibly can this mean?
There's always a certain goal;
vivid visions all should see
mere high bows to certainty.
Climbing for a brighter day,
will we likely lose our way?
This summit seems but a dream;
insights hit a sudden stop
finally finding the top.
Together hearts beat as one,
getting closer to the sun.
Truth in the heart, our best guide;
freed from fears of "I" and "mine",
ego takes a steep decline.
Blinded by sheer willfulness,
longings towards consciousness.
We will cling to what is dear;
our soaring spirit shall speak,
when we stagger up this peak.
Emerging through clouds on high,
new vistas to mount nearby.
Victory's a fleeting flame;
inner thoughts fade in thin air,
as one arrives, nothing's there.
25 lines rhyme 130 words
catalectic iambic tetrameter
Zen koan, Moshan monk phrase
"The summit cannot be seen"
from the Hidden Lamp book
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Take a deep breath on the mountain of Ever- pure. Watch the sun rise as the eagle soars above your head. Feel the majestic feelings of a hawk as it lifts its wings upward towards the ample clouds of perfect shapes.
Fill your lungs with air and climb to new heights with the steady stilth and move of a sure footed brave one. (breathe)
You are standing amist grandeur here atop the highest peek . Lift your arms upwards to the sky and greet the Celestial beings that have invited you to partake in their Sacred Rite. Ponder on the beauty as you stand on the summit of your experience and join the legendary heroes that have gone before you. (breathe)
Your blessings here are immeasurabe. Look around and you will see the lingering silver promise of health and prosperity. God has you where he needs you to be, you are feeling free as a bird and light as a feather.
This mountain you stand on is Divine and it opens a thousand windows to let you see the face of God. (breathe )
Smile as you walk the last step towards eternity. There are only good times ahead. Plunge into the ocean of security and leave everything else behind you, Her on Ever pure mountain, nothing is needed but
your breath . (Breathe )
NAMASTE
"Autumn knows a mother's heart.
It gives and then lets go."~ Angie Weiland-Crosby
How proudly she stood, surmounting the tallest hill,
a blazing maple tree whose limbs spread far and wide.
In Summer, her green leaves swayed upon soft breezes,
but Autumn painted them shades of crimson and rust.
A burnished canopy, gilded by golden rays of the sun.
Ruffled by an errant wind, each leaf danced like a flame
before her limbs were barren, left in a state of malaise.
The stinging of the season's first frost caused her to weep.
Gnarled were her empty branches, as she stood weeping.
She was bereft and grieving as if she'd lost her children.
Maple held deep loathing for the changes of this season,
when leaves withered and the world was gloomy brown.
She endured Fall and Winter's snow by dreaming of Spring
when again she would glow on the summit of the tallest hill.
Pleased with her budding foliage and a newborn sapling,
she'd be dressed in green finery, where songbirds would nest.