Long Unclimbed Poems

It’s said that God bestows on us, each and every soul,
A special gift just meant for us, to make our lifetime whole.
How often I have thought about what gift was to be mine.
I waited for...

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THE LANGUAGE OF THE MOUNTAINS




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The cascading stream leaping in swirling ebullience
Through dancing shadows of swaying trees entranced
The spectral dew drops draping the glinting grass tips
Weave lattice of splendor on the meadow bejeweled
The drizzling dust on moonbeam in blue satin...

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The surging stream cascades in swirling ebullience
Through dancing shadows of swaying trees entranced
The spectral dew drops draping the glinted grass tips
Weave lattice of splendor on the meadow bejeweled
The drizzling dust on moonbeam in blue satin...

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I remember the day, when I wrote my first verse!
Writing a poem was not at all a matter of business for me,
And it wasn’t a colossal chore when my master asked me to write one;
But,...

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Solomly the mist drifted aimlessly,
cloaking moor and heather, the 
curlew and grouse silenced by
the haunting of a solitary piper.
Kilt clad from rocky outcrop,
the lament Land Of My Youth
echoed ridge and valley.
Beckoning the lost footsteps, 
the...

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Nebulous ambition drifts away amorphous 
floating on the formless wings of wispy clouds, 
the destination disappears in the hued height of sky, 
falling on the debris of hollow aspiration. 

The ladder of constrained effort stands...

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Unclimbed Stairways
              by Odin Roark

At the base of the stairs
He lay on his back
Upon his chest
He propped his hero

Peering up through GI...

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When the first man left the trees for the cave,
did those men in the trees think him crazed,
as he grazed land did they look on amazed,
why leave your known home and natural place?

Overtime trees unclimbed...

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I sat too long in a window watching as life passed me by
Consumed by fear or feeling ashamed to try
Often I wonder what magic did those lost days’ hold
Did I miss out on a life...

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine in winter... 
Yellow like the flowers in spring. 
Blue, the...

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Nebulous ambition drifts away 
on wings of wispy clouds,
destination disappears in blue height of sky
falling on debris of hollow aspiration.
Ladder of constrained effort stands steep shaking,
its rungs fragile, you can’t climb.
Veneer of sadness wraps your...

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Engines turn-over only to drift backwards
into the on-going.

Cats cling to kids and kitchens.
Discarded are the shopping shoes. 

Stale ideas grow dust clouds
in that space between our skulls
and heaven.
Paints for store fronts
are brushed aside
forced to hide...

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Up the tortuous mountain trail
sun-soaked summit unclimbed,
down the meandering valley spine
emerald sparkled plains unreached,
mindless I dragged life disillusioned
as the slothful drudge of trying times.

The sun rose with its splendor unseen,
tracked the tenuous journey of unfeeling
in...

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