Tonight the mind feels louder
Without the customary soft blur
The house is still
My thoughts pace
Like they finally remembered
How to walk on their own
A faint ache of habit
Tugs at the edges
Not painful
Just familiar
Like a friend checking in
From the other side of a closed door
I breathe
The air tastes cleaner than expected
Outside Rainier is a dark silhouette
Holding the sky in place
I realize I’m holding myself in place too
No haze
No cushion
Just me
Awake
Present
Learning again
How to sit with the night
As it really is
Peering through cloud bands
Overlooking Northwest lands
Mighty mountain stands
It's my first love he said,
majestic Tahoma*
they named it long ago
before white men settled
and claimed it as their own~
now misty as our tears.
*Mount Rainier is called Tahoma by Native American tribes.Tahoma translates to "mother of waters".
For: SOME KIND OF MISTY Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: July 5, 2025
I want here
a mug of cold beer,
it brings us good cheer,
make mine a Rainier.
Want one that’s crisp,
so cold it feels brisk,
don’t need a lime twist,
I’m just fine with this.
Won’t drink the whole
case, I’m too damn old
for living that bold,
just make sure mine’s cold.
I want here
a mug of cold beer,
it brings us good cheer,
make mine a Rainier.
Work leaves you dead,
often seeing red,
cool suds without head
can take off the edge.
Helps to relax
when you get off track,
forget what you lack,
and just lean on back…
I want here
a mug of cold beer,
it brings us good cheer,
make mine a Rainier.
Some people think
a man should not drink,
to that they ‘won’t sink,’
but I think that stinks.
We become sad,
the world’s often bad,
a break must be had,
no beer, we go mad.
I want here
a mug of cold beer,
it brings us good cheer,
make mine a Rainier.
I may go far and announce;
That I hold love essence,
Deeper than the love of Rainier III to Grace,
Probably his passion;
Made him grieve in silence,
Conduct him to be imperfect with cigarettes.
Yet!
His love couldn't die,
Therefore...
Made him devote his life,
To grace,
To love,
Maybe... some pack of cigarettes...
Till his last exhale.
I love like a prince,
Not a princess... Some may fall twice,
Except,
My heart is a heart of a prince,
After all! They say:
A prince love only once,
In his lifetime.
In the depths of Mt Rainier fire stirred,
The earth around trembled in dire anger,
As the fiery spirit Elf wandered
In the depths of the spouting volcano
Exuding thick feculent, fusty smells,
And from the volcano's top, exuded
Ash, smoke, flaming rocks and burning lava.
Dare a human female refuse Elf?
Not that he loved her as Indians love.
His fervid lust for her knew no limit.
His anger increased beyond all known bounds.
Rising to the top of the volcano,
Elf hurled fireballs, torching the forests,
So that poor humans flew towards a lake.
There they prayed to their good God to save them.
A large stone fell into the volcano
Burying Elf and his hateful fire.
A fearful blizzard formed and rain and snow
Filled the volcano until all was calm.
A large lake formed and a lovely island
Rose majestically from the waters:
A seventh wonder of Columbia.
His stories were dubious:
brought up by wolves,
rode upon on the back of Great White
across the Atlantic.
Base-jumped off Mount Rainier
wearing only a jock-strap
in winter.
His pals would smile knowingly,
accepted his every wild exaggeration,
for after all
he was a poet.
When I was little I heard grown-ups
talk about the mountain erupting,
but it was Rainier they feared,
they didn't suspect the quiet sister
of harboring the earth's hot passion~
until that May morning when her face exploded
in a bitter blast of deep-held rage.
Remembering the eruption of Mount Saint Helens May 18, 1980. It was a terrifying beautiful awesome event.
No! not about pits
they’re removed
the fruit sliced.
ugly in effigy —
the air turns
their innards
burnt orange.
their rainier skin
scarred and pale —
tasty or not.
i’d rather them red
and plump, but
skinny enough
to fit into
the pitter
and for the pits
to shoot straight
out
not get stuck
like Winnie the Pooh
half in and out —
a honey of an incident,
embarrassing.
i gobble up
nature’s morsels
good for sleep
metabolism and
movements
which i
have a right
to let go.
Let’s not forget
the plastic covering
these incidentals
arrived in
and were shaken loose
from
into a collapsible colander
and given a sprinkling
shower; they shine
their famous; their mine
7/11/2020
Through the pines, stands your white lofty peak.
Blue sky and white clouds, art thou's for-seek.
Over the lake, your reflection is cast.
Like a shadow, from out of the past.
Smaller spires, raise skyward to seek....
The big white cloud, surrounding your peak.
What clearer picture, can we hope to see.
Just what happens, to nature's purest majesty.
Our life on earth, has many a scene.
But, none quite so great, none quite so keen.
Let's hope for peace, and let's hope it's, non-stop.
And let's hope that someday, you don't blow your top.
Beautiful mountain
Japan is in my backyard
Tacoma Fuji
The Mountain
Iconic
white peak floats
over the region from Seattle to
Tacoma. Seen easily on clear sunny
days, natures heavily glacially mantled
edifice inspires us to reach great heights, as
we stand in awe of this beautiful sleeping volcanic strato
giant that we have called Rainier, also known earlier as Tahoma.
Written 07/09/2015
Goodbye little rain,rest your soul in peace.
Your memories will remain in our hearts,
Lay down little munchkin in cotton candies.
The echoes of your laugh left in the corner of our house.
You'll be our forever baby, our little brave warrior.
time has come for you to leave,
Take away all our pain and sorrows.
Bring with you our hugs and kisses,
A cuddle of love and kindness,
The spirit of unconditional love.
Goodbye, little Rain,I sing you a lullaby.
To keep you quietly sleeping until the morning comes.
Until we embrace tomorrow in a promised paradise,
Where no more tears, pain and sickness.
Only joyful hopes and happiness arise.
#In loving memory of my nephew, Mark Rainier De Torres :)
written: 11/26/2013
Bowls 'n' bags 'n'
branches 'n' trees
Orchards 'n' lives 'n'
meanings and needs
Taste the sweet meat of
Prunus avium - Bing,
Sweetheart, Rainier, Tulare
the tart, the sweet
the redness - a treat
A bowl, a bag,
by hand-to-mouth
to suck - to chew
to rave - to espouse
© Goode Guy 2013-11-18
ekphrastic for 2013-11-24 at
the Charles Taylor Art Museum of
watercolor "A Bag Full" by Gemma B. Wallace
It is the crown jewel of the Pacific Northwest.
As a city, it stands out among the best.
The Space Needle points boldly towards the sky.
Blue skies and green hills are pleasant to the eye.
There are so many fascinating places to see.
The people living there are as friendly as they can be.
While Mt. Rainier stands as majestic as Olympus,
the gods and goddesses seem to smile upon us.
As a vacation spot, it is truly glorious.
I can just hear this city calling out to me.
One day, I will have to return and see.
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