A cobalt surge, a sky of pearly grey,
A mountain watches, silent, capped with snow.
The wave ascends, where tiny boats hold sway,
While foamy fingers beckon from below.
Against the tide, a challenge they embrace,
With strength they push, against the swelling might,
A test of skill, within this watery space,
Their tiny crafts, in shades of dark and light.
The churning foam, a dance of wild delight,
And Fuji’s form, a calm and steady guide,
A vision bold, a captivating sight,
Where nature’s power cannot be denied.
So ride the wave, let courage be your art,
And find the beauty in a brand new start.
Mount Fuji waking,
Lifting on girdling pink cloud
In early dawning,
Casts its slopes and snowcapped peak
On flat mirroring water.
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Fuji; slow sunrise.
Then a sea of blazing cloud
Sets the hills aflame!
Crowding onto a shoreline:-
Hosts of purple lavender.
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Fuji in Moonshine.
Floating cranberries, amassed,
Shiver in cold light,
Ruby redness contrasting
Against crystaline night sky.
India ascent to mount everest
India known to be finest economy
But dead economy echoes nation-wide
India known to be military might
But india is outweaponised by enemy's hypersonic jets
India known to be emerging hindu nation
But no reincarnation,no salvation
does India suffers from activities deficit phobia,sovereignty deficit, phobia,height phobia?
india's highest peak expedition without getting eaten alive
Into the thin air,out of thin air
India ascent to mount everest
Abraham Lincoln: “With malice toward none, with charity for all.”
George Wallace: “Callous toward all, with charity to none.”
Alexandra Cortez: “Braless toward all, nothing for no one.”
What heads would I mount
If I were a head-mounter?
Would I mount them in the kitchen
So they could watch me cook?
I know I would not mount them in the bathroom.
Would I mount human heads or the heads of animals?
The head of a snake would not be big enough.
What about the head of a dragon?
But how could I cut off the head of a dragon?
They have given me nothing but pleasure.
If it died a natural death, maybe
sacred mount fuji
breathtaking meditation
prayer in the wind
Tailoring path of grass
Jungle and meadow
What the boots hiked for
So many answers
From faith to maid
From stubborn to airborne
From nail to snail
I had gone
I had born
Tailor is not tailoring
Jungle is gone
The boots had won
Snow-capped peak
Straight out of dream
Nature's finest.
mount snow drums
summer sunshine smiles
golden joy
At above 16,000 feets,
Stood a beautiful monster of nature.
Its majestic head— a beauty from distance
Kisses the endless expanse blue sky
Crafting a captivating spectacle
That ignites morethan just the imagination.
Oh, Kilimanjaro, you're morethan just a mountain
You're a beacon of wonder
A symbol of grace
An eternal treasure
A gift for all — not just Tanzania but the world.
The gates open as a large crowd starts rushing in
A day of pomp and pageantry is about to begin
It is the first Saturday in May at Churchill Downs home of the Kentucky Derby
Top 3-year-olds from around the world circle the track in a frenzied hurry
The jockeys with their colorful outfits mount their horses
In just a few moments they will chart their course
The crowd is a sea of black and white colors with ladies wearing exquisite hats
Mint Juleps flow freely amongst the crowd as the patrons raise their glasses
A tribute to horses and jockeys 160 thousands people join in to sing My Old Kentucky Home
In a few minutes, the race will be run and the winner will be known
The horses are released from the starting gate the wait is over the race has begun
In the end, the horse I bet on comes out on top making the race that much more fun
We need Wordsworth
To save our beautiful earth
Who found God in Nature
And worshipped the creature
He grasped humanity as his own
For which he was born.
We need Tagore
In today's moment of horror
He taught how to conquer over fear
Here and there we can hear
The shrill cry of hungry vultures
The blood-eater creatures.
Tagore showed human love
How to weave it like a dove
He knitted the thread
Of an extensive net
For catching love and mankind
All was entwined
O, come to be united together
We are like the flower
Let's bloom in the field
Like the green grass filled
With morning dew to make us anew.
Please don’t crowd about
While I shout about
To be loud about
What I’m proud about
When you see me go
In my tuxedo
To my gazebo
Atop Mt Ego
You aren’t permitted
Just I’m admitted
Since I’m best fitted
And most committed
To begin my quest
Because I am blessed
Having passed the test
To ascend the crest
So please stand behind
And form a nice line
The views are all fine
Of all that is mine
And that may sound bold
Or so I am told
Until you behold
Me adorned in gold
When I’ve completed
I will be greeted
And then be seated
Beside the conceited
And since I’m unique
I’ll get what I seek
When I reach the peak
Of Mt Ego this week
Can the church experience Mount Transfiguration?
Can we experience Mount Transfiguration?
Where glory fills this holy place
Where miracles happen with every embrace!
A glowing glory, a heavenly fire,
Guiding worship, inspiring desire.
Glory fills from every mount top,
Praise heard from every roof top!
Creative miracles, and healings increase,
Emerge in this sanctified rendezvous.
From brokenness, beauty does arise,
Life's experience woven with heavenly ties.
For myriads of angels now ushering in the glory
The fire of God, prepares us to be carriers of glory
For the fire of the Holy Spirit, is His presence tangible
For His manifest presence is His glory made visible.
Mount Jackson Mountain Mouse
Forever in your youth
As you scurry about, crevice to crumb
When will you know the truth
For the mountaintop where you reside
Is harsh as harsh can be
And those who dwell thereon must face
Its stark reality
Yet here you are alive, about!
Your daily tasks at hand
Unaffected by the grind
Of daily living at this clime
– It seems you’ve made your stand!
And made it suit you well, I'd say!
While we, we hikers – Summiteers!
Arriving with our daily bread
Fall into your grand design
– You do appear well fed!
Oh, Mount Jackson Mountain Mouse!
Though scruffy and showing wear
Of a life long-lived in the mountain air
However will you fare –
As well as you have fared, so far
And more, lasting on and on
Fondly in my memory
Long after you are gone
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