Dodged by the flock, Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
proves himself an ace navigator-cum-mountaineer,
safely leads Santa’s sleigh through frosty dark night,
for he has a snout of crimson flare that shines bright.
She stands like Everest—jaw-dropping, distant, sublime—
No timid plea will ever bridge that height.
Yet the one who climbs with tender steps and earnest heart
May trace her warmth through courage’s light.
You stumble on your words—your voice betrays your desire,
Each awkward phrase fuels your hope to try anew.
Like a climber training on icy slopes, you rise again from slip and fall,
For each earnest reach builds strength inside you.
She may seem unattainable, aloof behind her lofty snow,
Still, effort carves a pathway where affection slowly grows.
One gentle gesture after another—steady, brave, sincere—
Becomes the rope that binds your hearts in close repose.
As the mountaineer knows: summits yield to those who persist,
Each step endured, each setback met with grit.
Likewise, a heart is won not by luck—but by steadfast, caring climb,
For in love and heights alike, those who try never quit.
My village around the borderland, estranged
Mountain from the other side, rejoiced within gray shaded area to bloom
Echoed the echo of the midnight hymn, darkened a shade, deeper fill in xanthosis, lasted beyond the yonder valley o'er the meadow, fall color blossomed then.
Echoed a sound lasted, I heard, an echoed a sound lasted
Eavesdrop and a try , as I meant for that
Beyond the sensible perception, to understand
Opening the eyes, I try to see
A failure to gaze to perceive a gaze
Closing my eyes , I am a fanciful thought
O intellect , I failed to perceive that
I am a failure to a thousand mountaineer causes , caused
A failure to climb those events larger than a life, presented
Echoed the echo of the midnight hymn, darkened a shade, deeper fill in xanthosis, lasted beyond the yonder valley o'er the meadow, fall color blossomed then.
Echoed a sound lasted, I heard, an echoed a sound lasted.
Based on a song from subcontinental vibe
“In all my mountain wanderings I had not seen a more beautiful flower than this Primula, the fine raindrops clung to its soft petals like galaxies of seed-pearls and frosted its leaves with silver."
- Quote by British mountaineer Frank S Smythe, on his discovery of ‘Valley of flowers’.
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Cradled between mountains
Valley sleeps in beauty
Swaying to chosen winds
Smiling to the blessed eyes
Beaming divine silence
Only clouds caress them
Riot of changing hues
Blooming just, right on cue
Going to the top
Of the mountain isn't easy
It requires readiness
Energy and preparedness
Have the wisdom of a mountaineer
The courage of a lumberjack
And the intuation of a camper
First step to a hike is interesting
The base camp is life's stationary
Going further is already breath gasping
The mind is questioning to return
You're not halfway yet the body is aching
The wind is howling and you stop once in a while
How long you move forward the knee is tired
Never give up the banner, go for your dream
Hope and strength is your gasoline, go for it
The night is dawning and the sun will break through
The summit is near and soon you'll be there
As long as there's a way up there you'll get there
If there's no way, make a way to be there
Man is design to conquer what is under the sun.
I looked up, gripping my rope,
wondering if I could truly conquer this mountain,
climb, battle, traverse to the peak.
I breathe; I pause.
Courage ignites within me,
warming my spirit, my resolve.
Equipment poised, eager to assist,
I step forward.
With each deliberate stride, I inch upwards,
mastering every groove and hold,
as if the mountain carved them just for me.
I push through, driven by a longing
that eclipses complacency.
Time is irrelevant;
determination is the only thing that matters.
I must survive.
So I climb;
I am a mountaineer,
taking each step, no matter how far the fall.
Until I feel it - a gentle breeze,
a whisper of relief washing over me,
gravity no longer my adversary.
It’s over, I did it.
A wide smile appears on my face,
and as I stand at my summit,
the world sprawling below,
victorious in my ascent,
my worries are no longer here.
I take in the view,
I pause and I breathe.
Finding peace in the things I do
So many things not enough time
Aspirations are what I view
Like a mountaineer ready to climb
Motivated by the things my mind sees
moving quickly yet stop on a dime
My workshop like a hive ready for bees
Materials, tools, and ideas, no confine
Like an arborist climbing the tallest trees
Seeing ideas that are so much like mine
Blending them all to make something new
knowing that any new idea will be fine
Unlimited hours are down to a few
I must eat and sleep to keep up my health
Balancing obligations I have too
Knowing the outcome is spiritual wealth
Wondering if I really have any clue
Working slowly and then with more stealth
For creating is the way to myself I stay true
The mountaineers were thrilled with the goat keeper’s help.
He had been instrumental in keeping the goats in line for them.
If you move here permanently, we will feed you krill, soup and kelp.
Okay, agreed the dragon goat keeper; his name was Little Jim.
Why do they call you that? A brave mountaineer asked the dragon.
Little Jim studied him for a few seconds before he said with a smile,
Since you asked, I will reply. Do you see my tail a wagg’n?
It is smaller than the tails of my six brothers by a Philadelphia mile.
Atop Ole Everest
mountaineers delight
Your souls she can take
In darkness of night
Her vengeance and beauty
Are one in the same
With wildness in her
She’ll never be tame
Almost to summit
So close to her peak
Climbing on north side
Your soul she seek
Her fury has gripped you
You know you may die
You try to be fearless
But that’s just a lie
Now you test fate
Push towards her summit
With fading of light
The temperatures plummet
Zone of death
Now you prepare
No breath can you catch
Way up in thin air
Up on her summit
Can’t stay very long
For if you do
To her you’ll belong
When she makes her choice
And she chooses you
With her wrath and her fury
Not much you can do
To live or to die
Your willing to chance
Eternally tangled
Her deadly romance
Rainbow of colors
Spread wide thru her valley
Now you lay there too
And add to her talley
So before you leave
Hold your loved ones tight
For there is great chance
She claims you that night
If she is hungry
For your soul that day
They’ll already know
On her mountain you’ll stay
Van Gogh refused my cigarette, ‘No thanks, I’ve got one ear’
*
The zoo wanted some antelope but they were just two deer
*
I offered the cabbie some chewing gum, he said do you think that’s fare
*
Why did Adam eat the apple when Eve had a lovely pear
*
The tyrant banned men in white shirts: people are going to dye
*
He claimed to have some caustic soda, was that some kind of Lye
*
The ageing mechanic removed the wheel, he was ready to re-tyre
*
Robin Hood was livid, the donuts were in the friar
*
A starving woman’s fave celebs are bound to be ‘has beans’
*
Men just seem to like her, is it something in her jeans
*
My search for water in the haunted woods ended in a creak
*
Folk are stealing mountains, should we take a peak
*
I’m spraying herbs with weed-o-cide: I’m only killing thyme
*
The mountaineer was chilly, he preferred a sunny clime
Blackwater Falls
Such a beautiful creation
For all to see
The cascading majestic sounds
Setting your mind free.
Natures sounds vary
From small trickling falls
To large thunderous pounding
Oh, the different nature calls
Niagara is impressive
But not for me.
Blackwater Falls is the best
Yes, a Mountaineer I will always be.
Copyright © Robert Moore, February 8, 2020
Dan was a mountaineer
Daring and cavalier
He climbed great heights
Never took fright
And hasn't been seen for years
Seed
has to die for Plant to rise...
Cloud
has to burst for Rain to fall...
Waves
have to cascade for water to be Shore ...
Mountain Peak
has to surrender for mountaineer to be conquerer...
Plant
yields fruit...
Rain
keeps existence alive...
Shore
defines limits of ocean...
Mountaineer
conquest inspires to defy odds and win...
Transition
is ordained Nature's cycle...
Autumn, Spring
both inject newness...
Enjoy Newness
Cause that's Nature way of Life...
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© Hitendra Mehta
Beauty of nature is in its dictum.
The world is being stratified,
here life and plants are as the guide,
charming consensus of the stratum.
Hushing tones of the swinging pines,
hikers often do approach,
how the flowers claim for touch -
miscellaneous layers, medley signs.
Transparent water of streams and ponds,
human nature making bonds,
entwined, enchanted – gazing.
From the distance looks the deer
on exhausted mountaineer –
sheep grassland biome are grazing.
If you are a warrior
you seek battles to fight,
If you are a laborer
you seek tasks to perform,
If you are a mountaineer
you seek new peeks to scale,
If you are a dreamer
you seek adventures,
If you are a traveler
you seek new worlds to explore,
If you are an ignorant soul
you seek a teacher to learn,
If you are a sinner
you seek the Lord for salvation,
If you are a priest
you seek a parish to preach,
If you are an orator
you seek an audience,
If you are an actor
you seek a stage to perform,
If you are the devil
you seek lost souls to possess;
But what more would you do
if you are God?
P.S.:that’s why we don’t
hear from Him anymore!
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