Sherpa Poems | Examples

Terrible Geography

The mind has peaks
no Sherpa knows
sudden drops
where thoughts
thin out
like oxygen
at twenty thousand feet.

Avalanche thoughts
bury certainty. 
Your grip tears skin
on ice-sharp edges
of almost-understanding.

Below are the
crevasses deep 
as yesterday's regrets, 
echoing 
familiar voices
lost in white.

Wind cuts through
the space between
base camp comfort
and what
waits above 
the death zone.

Frostbite burns
circle your fingertips
the attempt
to hold 
what altitude
has already 
stolen.

Only the fallen
know the weight of thin air. 
Only the hanging
over glacier cracks 
know the value 
of solid ground. 

This terrible geography 
some must
navigate alone.

Thoughts As I Look Myself In The Mirror

If it's a choice to be happy
is it a choice to be beautiful?
Will beauty wrap me up in sherpa
and bake me until I'm gold brown
like the perfect chocolate chip cookie,
if I will it?
What is beauty anyway?
Is it even real?
Or will it all just 
disappear
with our flesh
as it wastes away
into the earth
it once called beautiful?

Mountain

Mountain 

No sherpa, rope
Or faithful steed
In stocking feet
I do proceed 

Each day I climb
Relentless slope
To rest my weary head
And hope 

That once the peak
Of my desire
To elevated place
Aspire 

Concludes. 

No flag or 
Selfie pose will take
No Instagram.
No front page stake. 

Just me.
To hear the lost applause
Of decades climbing
For the cause 

And when the final
Bell tolls here..
The challenge ends.
The final year. 

My human vehicle
Now kaput 
The mode of transport
No sock dressed foot 

My rationale
I will defend
As heaven's stairs
Now, I ascend 

The greatest mission
Has to start..
An expedition 
Of the heart


Jinjagoliath
13th April 2023

The Journey

I was bored and strapped for cash,
Badly needing a vacation.
So I took a voyage of the mind,
With my vivid imagination.

Across the open seas I sailed,
To some far and distant lands.
While perched atop a camel's back,
In caravans on desert sands.

I climbed the Himalayas,
Behind a Sherpa as my guide.
To see Nepal and then Tibet,
The Dalai Lama by my side.

Crossed the Great Wall of China,
In a mammoth hot air balloon.
Floating high in a starlit sky,
Tipped my hat to the Crescent Moon.

Back to Earth, I made my way,
Skimming the Sea of Japan.
To the Port of Tokyo,
In a rickety Saipan.

Growing weary from my travels,
My mind no longer fit to roam.
Next time I'll visit other sites,
For now it's time to journey home.

I Have a New Comforter

Hey yall, I have a new Comforter. I’m so excited. 
My new Comforter is soft, warms my soul and adds brightness to my life. And this new Comforter is different than what I’m used to, because I’m filled with such a warmth I’ve never felt before, much better than any sherpa, plush or down, any pillow or teddy bear. I am so blessed, grateful and thankful to have this Comforter. I find such a calmness and a sense of peace with my Comforter, and when I am under my Comforter, I know I am loved and protected just by the warmness felt.

Well actually, my Comforter isn’t new, my vision of my Comforter is new, because truth be told, my Comforter has been here all the while.

Do you want to feel the warmth of my new Comforter? Yeah, I bet you do. 
Just accept the Lord Jesus Christ and invite Him in your life. He is there waiting to comfort you, carry you, warm you and hold you through any of your coldness, darkness, hurt and times of loneliness and uncertainty.

Come and let the Lord be your light and your new Comforter.

Sherpa Dreams

Cliff edge narrows, steps in place
 danger looming strong
Height above me terror laced
searching right from wrong
Summit beckons, flag to place
and leave my name among
Flocks of pilgrims reaching grace
—to finally belong

(The New Room: July, 2022)

Bedtime Delicasies

Bedtime Delicasies


Soft, warm, big pillows.
Flannel sheets, sherpa blankets,
Warm cat, at my feet.

             

                12/11/2021

Humanimal

Tackled by a stutter murmur of Deus.
The praying ended and packed as threats.
Err, umm, uhh, were cliched by vomits. 
Grasped all the needs and rusty flirts. 
Prune back Sheoak! The cutest green pine.
Pity Sheoak no more green crown again.
Where are Quechua and Sherpa? They go.

Beyond the Clouds

Risking it all
in the earthbound sky

Her summit was calling,
the weather defies

An avalanche beckoned,
one Sherpa was lost

A trek through the death zone,
another one gone

The temperature dropping,
the oxygen sparse

My crampons now heavy
and feeling much worse

To retreat or push on,
the danger the same

All hail Sagarmatha
—still calling my name

(Memories Of Nepal: March, 2021)

Tranquility

TRANQUIlLITY
             




One, sleepy eye peeps
At foggy, gray sunless skies
Comfort of Sherpa blanket arrives
Wraps her as a warm butterfly
Embracing her, owning her
With wings gently nurturing 
Her poetic thoughts beginning to warm
Velvety as a monarch's wings
California, it's January morning
Tranquility, at it's dawning


           JANUARY 2, 2020
                8:30 AM PST

Keen Amalgamator

Give me your fears and hope,
the golden chains of your obsession
Let me vow bind your hidden hand past 
to the leg of your uncertain present
Have the angst choices, which twine your future,
be your gilded, Lazarus rope

Pour your tears and your smiles
into my alchemy beaker
Experiment study your ancient pains
and new pleasures
Ghastly examine why 
you mask the death reeker

Mix well the explosive potion of disparate dreams,
and behold ...
the beta wave oxidation of centrifugal spin reality

Allow me to be 
your keen amalgamator
Take a peek-see,
monitor your pulse regulator

Give me total permission 
to outer limit I locate the lost inner you
Hold a search light to your brain,
see the murky delta waves oscillating

Ping the Atlantis position,
dark abyss thoughts that eschew rescue
Buoy bask in the sunshine and the rain,
cerebral flotation is the gestalt thing

Let a friendly spirit be
your sherpa keen amalgamator
Take an MRI peek-see,
power up the love hum resonator

Going My Way

We're on a journey of exploration, a long-deferred vacation
   There's room for you too … Come with us, and your essence renew 

We've been so busy surviving, striving, never quite thriving
   It's time to live life large, hire a sea-worthy vessel, a sturdy barge

First it's off to Africa, to distant shores, hottest jungles and desert sands
   There to unearth unknown civilizations, man's oldest bones, in buried lands

Then we set sail for the Isle of Atlantis, with the help of a 'sea sherpa(nt),' who in Atlantis will plant us 
   We're sure to find this isle 20,000 leagues under the sea, with the help of 
   Jules Verne and Walt Disney

After that we'll blast off into Space, bidding adieu to terra firma's rat race
   We'll rocket past Saturn, Neptune, Uranus---and learn how our galaxy works 
   to sustain us...

When we return, we'll have stories to tell, a feature-length movie, a best-seller as well
   About our journey of exploration
       and how we managed it all
         ~ from the comfort of a virtual play-station 

  
   Entry in "Dealer's Choice Poetry Contest" (Going My Way)
           Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger

I Dream Poetry

From time to time,
I suffer from poetic insomnia ...
sleep deprived makes my muse grumpy
Even I don’t want that sulking soul around me
Dreamless nights
makes my pen yield lethargic writes
No creativity ... no spontaneity,
just listless words on a page
Wooden emotion props on a paper stage
So I always desire to sleep, to dream
It allows my mind to wondrously be open to everything,
even things I wouldn’t have thought I could imagine
in my wildest dreams
Such is the enchanting properties of poetry
When I dream poetry;
my thoughts morph into yours thoughts,
my dreams hold hands with your reality
I become you, 
and you become me
This is how true poets see
We dream of the words,
others find difficult to speak
The poet in me must dream,
how else will you spirits, who are worlds away,
have an astral sherpa path to receive me?


Contest: What inspires you to write poetry
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Date: 9-5-17

In Search of Manhood-Animus

To be a man in a world of false men
And keep honor as a good Sherpa guide
To not lose dignity in the lion's den
And stay ever humble before such pride

To know that character, is coin of the realm
And duty to cause is the cloth we wear
As we steer our hearts with truth at the helm
Protect the lives of those in need of care

To be a child in the world of children
And teach wisdom learned without demanding
Accept those in need as they wander in
And claim no reason beyond understanding

To give up childish things, to have foresight
Truth, honor, character should be your quest
Know worlds further than your line of sight
To become a man before one's death


contest Animus-Anima Part II-Animus
5/30/16

Rubaiyat For the Climbing Poet

While I blew on my hands and held my tongue
A startling star swung out of the sky,
And though to gravity need not comply,
Descended to ledge where envious clung.

Of course we all would climb to the summit
To leap from the acme, fly with the winds,
But not all have wingspan: some just have fins.
Some blaze aria, others but hum it.

If toe-hold needs gained, deny temptation
Its perilous urge to drag on the guide,
But rather find core of stillness inside
And trust to Sherpa, not own impatience.

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