Short Sierra Poems
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Tread lightly on the earth - you are walking on the back of your own children's future
inspired by Sierra Club and Brian Strand's contest
Landscape
Bright
Art
White
Sierra rights
Expression
Bleeds freedom
When we are free to fly
Lofty are the white skies
Lest we forget
Always remember
There in *SIERRA PELADA *
all that glitters is gold..
if not on the SOIL, but
in the golden toothed mouth
of Mr. Jose Rich Coe'... !
PS Serra pelada mountain MINING in Brazil
What nursery rhyme's gayer, I'm asking you, bub,
Than the one that has three grown men sharing a tub?
Was it their sexual orientation,
Or merely water conservation,
And they were all charter members of the Sierra Club?
J-oyful
O-ccasion's
N-atal
A-crostic
L-ets
E-xcellent
N-ame
E-mploy
S-ublimity
I-n
E-xcellent
R-egards
R-elieving
A-nguish
Topic: Birthday of Jonalene
R. Sierra (December 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
i will miss sierra vista
but not the people
i will miss the purple peaks
and the heavy hikes to them
looking at a sprawling sunrise
while im lying wide awake
i will miss sierra vista
but not he people
cause all the good guys
that i like
are leaving with me
Sierra
Daughter, friend, cousin, niece
Sister of Adam and Wesley
Lover of animals, books, and writing
Who feels love, excitement, and happiness
Who fears clowns, death, and heights
Who would like to see Germany, Hawaii, and Florida
Resident of Bucyrus, Ohio
Young
Sierra
Aunt, daughter, friend, student
Sister of Robin, Dustin, Kyle, and Wyatt
Lover of creativity, writing, and reading
Who feels happiness, love, friendship
Who fears death, spiders, and failure
Who would like to see Ireland, Greece, and Italy
Resident of Erin, Ontario
Cowan
Listen to poem:
adios gringo
buenos dias muchacho
hastsa la vista
si signorita
gracia para sombrero
signore lo perdí
a rio grandé
cruzar sierra madré
voy a san miguel
san hosé, san juan
pedir san antonio
decir por favor
Enjoy the music here.
http://mike-martin.net/Intervention
In a sleeping bag, ten years old was I,
under the Mojave desert sky
next to the Sierra mountains.
I could hear fresh water fountains,
and the sound of a gentle breeze
blowing the leaves of aspen trees.
I pondered the mystery, "why we are".
The sky answered with a shooting star.
Bananas and green beans,
a lot of other healthy things.
I’ll probably get some soda pop
and I think we need a new wet mop.
If the cart has room for a new TV
I’ll splurge and get one just for me!
Frozen pizza is on my list
and 3 2-liters of Sierra Mist.
I can’t forget shampoo and soap,
That’s all my shopping for today…
Iam always left since birth and never right always got left but never told right my family always told me leftys are amazing people when you're a doctor or an artist per-say but my intelligence always tell me I will never be right but always left behind in a sierra mist and then I will be truly missed through a right handed pitch.
May, 2002
for the first time in a decade
Sierra Leone slept
without fear.
The night was strange
almost unfamiliar.
Silence returned
like a forgotten friend.
No cities burning
No parents running
No children crying
for names lost in smoke.
Just deep stillness
so pure and sacred
even the stars
seemed to fall asleep.
El Capitan - you are a joint
Within the Sierra Nevadas
Of punctuated granite -
A sentinel of the ages.
Sylvestris partition -
Beam of silver - or steel -
Are you a step to heaven
Or a capstone for hell?
Stern expression of peace -
Keeper of fortitude -
Of what would you speak?
Would I even understand you?
A British MP. campaigned for two decades, and successfully abolished the Atlantic slave trade.
For his philanthropy, a village in Sierra Leone, and a private university in Ohio, both bear his name.
While striving to make all slaves free, he retired, then died, three days after the act was passed.
11 / 18 / 2025.
What a curtain Bisbee has
That keeps Mexico subdued
And influences the lands
From which the Sierra was hewn.
What purple folds keep Oaxaca
As a fortress in the sky
Breaking only in Panama
To let a vessel dredge by.
No courier have I on hand
Except the initial breezes that blow
So a whisper I channel into it:
Give to Colombia my hello.
It’s like the Battle of Britain he moans
I can’t survive this bombardment he groans
And then he said Sh*t
That’s a direct hit
What kind of numpty films fireworks with drones
5 November is Guy Fawkes day in the UK in celebration of
Mr Fawkes and associates trying to blow up the Houses
of Parliament. Some would say he should have succeeded.
This is the news
about a fox in a box,
a hare so slim so short and thin
on the prowl
the fox lets out a howl his tummy starts to growl
he begins his hunt
with a big grunt
he started to stare
with a big glare
So scarce so scared
that the fox makes a huff
the hair makes a puff
After a fight
so tight
the fox has won
The hair is dead
the fox goes to bed
Everyone was in joyous mood
Sails smiling full
Rocking the giant sea
Believing freedom was near.
Then a rudder broke
One sailor’s knot gave way
The sails tore
Unable to hold against the cracks.
The ship plunged.
The Captain sat satisfied
In his cabin
Blind to the looming danger.
Alas! What can we do?
One sailor cried
“We are sinking!
Fetch the Captain!”
I miss you, beautiful Granada
Your snow-capped Sierra Nevada
Your fountains and sweet sparkling water
Your olive groves at the foot of Nevada
And orange trees all over Granada
Your history is like no other
The view of the splendid al Hambra
High up on the hill is preciosa
Your flamenco is more flamboyant than the lambada
Oh Granada, Granada
When will we meet again Granada!
My little princess, Sarah.
We fought over names.
From Clara
To Sierra.
We bought our princess her first pair of
Shoes.
They were pink with eyes painted on front.
A rarity.
A product of a child's show based
On a parody.
Our little princess is beautiful.
Unaware
Of the state of the world.
Lockdown and still no clarity.
God blessed us with a little princess.
Hello, Sarah Lee.
Down from the Sierra they rolled.
Daughter asked, Are you kicking
my chair?
On a big couch, I sat,
Felt absolutely nothing.
There were three in a row.
Of low magnitude.
But she felt it hard.
Usually, earthquakes here,
feel or have a rolling motion.
Tonight, not so!
And no, are not a frightening
sensation.
~Rock and Roll Pangie~
5/6/2021
~7~
Successful is what I long to be
I am proud of what accomplishments I have made
Everyone says to write a story of my life
Really is life this hard for all?
Ready, for a challenge that I can try
Always trying to stay positive even in times of struggles
Clueless to where life shall take me
Already a mother at 17
Ready to write at a moments notice
Trying to succeed in life
Excited to know God
Responsible for what I have done
I almost lost you in July
I'm glad you're here
If you do not return
I don't know what I do
Felt so empty
Without you near .
My heart could not bear
The thought of losing
You my friend .
Anxiety kicks in
As the days go by
I cried my self to sleep
Every night
I did
Pray for a safe return
And God answered
Three months later
our adventure begins again
It's like if I was cured.
And answering my smile reappeared.
Form:
W- what is it with our tongues, Sierra Leoneans
A- Always spiteful in political discussion
R- Ruthless in our quest to win.
O- Oh, if only we knew that silence could avert
F- Fires sparked from heated tones.
W- Words can wound and words can heal
O- Often, Sierra Leoneans ignore that
R- Reason can be lost in angry tones.
D- Respite meaning well, a harsh tone can spoil it all.
S- So, seek to listen, and avoid the war of words.