“I just wish the world was twice as big and half of it was still unexplored.”
—Quote by David Attenborough
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Three rivers meet here in ecstasy
five thousand feet above sea level
guarded by range of mountains and hills
where tea, coffee, rose, cardamom breeze
stupefies air, mist completes the drink.
With bated breath all that breathe just wait
for NeelaKurinji, fine blue blooms
blooming only once every twelve years
Will she survive more such proud seasons?
Glenn Hughes Poetry Contest - Robert James Liguori
BETTER MAN (Hughes) : HUGHES TURNER PROJECT (2002)
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When I see calm sky I feel your eyes
When I gaze at the range of mountains
I see how you stood by me at times
Feeling gentle breeze I sigh your name
As waves tease my feet I sense your smile
I see you everywhere I tell you why
I'm a better man now, I feel peace
I have found my calling, I now know
I Won't let go now, you complete me,
My destiny. That is what I found
I'm gonna tell you I found you are
My calling. That is you and you alone
I've never felt strong ever before
I've dallied away, I think too long
It's time I gather myself to ask
Let me live to feel weather with you
Now on, you are my destiny, you
Make me better man, better than ever
Life is gentle if you are with me
A weed looks lovely with you by me
I believe in fate, I am aware
I no longer pretend I'll be free
Don't let me down, you are my calling
Take my hand, take me along from now on
A Star-Studded Escapement
The foot of this lookout begins with a range of mountains and valleys in a tangle,
Juxtapositions alight that fills the mountain veins with snow at various angles,
The trees run wild through the valley covered floor,
This forest of green meanders along, as the paths’ core,
Clouds circulate and dapple the sunlit horizon in shades of light,
Their movement conjures up a gesture of continuous flight,
Creating shadows on the mountainous cape, at bright of day,
Plays on painted colored contrasts, illuminating as they may,
The snow caps reach to heaven as their eroded surfaces are shaped,
Flowers linger through the valley, where the forests drapes,
Engulfing the mystery of this scenic arrangement,
This fair path free of hindrance makes a great escapement,
The floral tapestry weaves throughout the treed mountain base,
Enjoying the view and the culmination of beauty is what we face.
An angel was elated
soared above the ground.
On a stifling populated
city he looked down.
Weightless in a blue sky
through a cloud he hustled.
On the southern side
knew well people’s bustle.
The image was dispersing
straight before my eyes.
By the air was urged on
reducing to a dust.
Presented in the bright Sun
like a fairy-witch,
affected like a clownish mug
a windy maverick.
Mischievous he seemed
to his seamstress nature.
To the past farewell he bid
like a pliant snake.
Waving with the curl
to amazing flowers
and he soon was turned
into a range of mountains.
Besides the range of mountains
and the gauntlet of the skies,
and the briny depth of oceans
and the full moon on the rise…
Besides the mind in motion
and the eyes that see the light,
and the journey into being
and the beauty of the night...
Besides the feel of satin
and the flesh that lives to yield,
and the harvest of the epoch
and the lushness of the field…
Besides the lure of treasure
and the promises of kings,
and the custody of twilight
and the beat of angel wings…
Besides the new day dawning
and the zest of morning dew,
and the ultimate conclusion,
all is nothing next to you.