Short Trekked Poems
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Ev'ry thought hath made me worried,
I've trekked with haste; indeed, I've hurried
And through this journey, myself I've found
'Neath the Sea, awake, but buried
I passed through the azurite; a soul on its molecular tour.
I swam lapis lakes and trekked the malachite mountains alone.
Energized by the pyrite sun’s rays, I was renewed.
GOETHE’S PATH
Jake Castle placed a landmark.
He was not on ordinary trip.
His Goethe’s Path was rampart.
In the forest, he trekked.
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PENNED ON JUNE 15, 2014!
Tim,Tom,Tony,Timon
Trekked to Terry Town
Tried tying their torn tents
Tripped to the tall tree ....
Fighting for french fries
Four frantic friends followed..
Flew flags, found fun fishing
Finally, fell flat for foul fish !
To see your face
I crossed seven seas
and
Killed
dodging donkeys
I slit open several cobras
In the forest of fright
Sagged at the last step
For the miles
I trekked defile Kilometres.
I underestimated the search
and came out a fool
I trekked through the lowest valleys
and with shadows as my fuel
I looked for answers everywhere
and everywhere found ghouls
I searched for this thing you call love
and all I found was cruel
I swim rivers to rivers
I think upon my challenging routine
I reflect upon my life
I splash puddle to puddle
I reflect upon my blurred future…so—
I set my mind on those days…
I trekked building to building
I caught myself thinking of cheery times
That’s when I had hope in mind
Those motel memories return.
The colored comic pages opened first
And water bubbling in an urn
And powdered coffee slaking my communion thirst.
Montana windswept plains outside.
Stark desolation’s existential rites within.
But earth I’ve trekked since then rolls wide:
And prayer, not newsprint, now assuages sin.
four things that happened
that day that we fell in love:
the four doors opened
forty days at sea
ended and sailors saw land
four hundred children
cracked four thousand smiles
for forty thousand pilgrims
trekked four million miles
for a chance to be
near the God that made that day
that we fell in love
In reckless abandon my mind trekked,
But I "became", by the ardor in your being
Despite the discomfort,
You preserved me in your pouch
When you could have chosen to wash me away
With great pains and agony you brought me forth,
Can I be ashamed of her that bore me?
One thing remains,
Even now that I am grown,
Your love I have not outgrown.
ROYALTY: VELENTINO PHIRI our Grandfather
From a place of refuge he trekked
to the peripheral of the throne
rightfully his
"Moses on the verge of Canaan..."
Endowed with a rare talent
potent of perfecting the art
that built pyramids in days ancient
A mighty man...
Though not enthroned
A KING he was...ruler of our people...
True as it was
He still is....ROYALTY!
The bowels of madness
Trekked with dark watchful eye
Through terror and agony-
The fever of society unconscious
Vault these cliffs
With steel backed bone
Alone, dangling
Then, as the dawn shown
The most riveting surprise
Rejuvenation through soil
Rushing, penetrate the surface
Of mass hypnosis
You will soar as phoenix-
reborn in the beastly beauty
Sainthood to walk with man
Quickly the hikers rest with a freshly built ----------CAMPFIRE
One of them flips out his ancient cast iron -------- PAN
Soon, fresh smells permeate the woods, something is --------- FRYING
Having trekked and snacked on dates and raisins, so ---------- TASTY
Smiles now appear as they now sample --------- BACON
Aligning our forces with
divine powers,
downwind to the Marquesas we passed the hours.
On the isle of Nuku Hiva there was nowhere to go,
so we sat at anchor eating popcorn and went with the flow.
Along came Bruno,
he enrolled us in a hike,
as there was nothing in that paradise
we didn't like.
We trekked for hours,
Bruno said we might be lost,
oh, the price of freedom,
carried such a cost!
Dawn arose
The mule yawned
We both in slumber
Marched towards the water well
Miles away, under suns torment
The mule knew his drink was near
I knew the labor was only half done
Stubborn
As was the mule
We trekked back home
My family now has one more day
I took siesta
Before the fields enslaved me
Now at dusk
I pray
Fatigued I gaze at the constellations
Hopeful and fearful
Of another dawn
Emblemed traces hidden inside me
are the dismantles of one-way love.
You held me loose asunder
at the precipice of your chasm.
My prudent heart hid no love
I bled each drop at your cup
you apparently found every bit
an equivocal grotesque.
Over the ages, I've trekked
finding not even single flower
with flamboyant petal
to entice my desires.
So I find myself at the monument
exhuming a catastrophe of love.
O, do you remember sweet Betsy from Pike?
She trekked ‘cross the prairie in search of a dyke.
She developed incontinence in Illinois;
She was cured of what ailed her by a strange nether boy.
Well, she only spoke German and he only spoke Dutch,
But the way that he plugged holes, didn’t need to speak much.
She’s sworn off the women, and forsaken the booze;
They’re now clogging in Portland in some fine wooden shoes.
They met on a blue hill,
held hands past d mill,
drunk in love.
intoxicated, he smiles at d sky,
the guy with half a heart.
waking in the misty morning
outside the window was no sun
his love was no more,
no where to be found,
the only lily in his garden.
trekked to the moon,
swept the desert,
seeking his heartbeat.
she made his puzzles complete
his otherself, other life.
emotionally handicap,
he remains a guy with a half heart.
You and I, we were unalike, embedded into the earth,
so far from each other.
My roots grew independently and strong, as yours,
grew to be smothered.
As time went on our stocks matured and grew,
to extend such a great distance.
Our roads trekked in contrasting directions,
that channeled us to coexistence.
Fate cannot be discouraged nor fought by mortals,
a lesson learned not forgot.
As different as an Apricot is to a Plum,
together we can make a Pluot.
Over in the dark woods they had walked the day into night.
There was an eerie gleaning in the pines.
Gone midnight after a 4am rush that trekked the mountain path to here,
They rested.
The faintest breeze hid that fraying remark.
Clouded by too much history,
Lost zone in arbor, they kept returning to this.
What will beckoned an end that would surely come.
Where were the stars of another year.
Before a past remembered,
Comet dust in this hour of silence.
Down south I went
Lost in the sea of men
Around the last bend
My company was sent
Into valleys and hills
My company trekked
Lost without a map
Count on the moon and stars
Overcome beasts of air
Land
And sea
Not without a price entailed
Infinite time hidden
Boys become men
Children don’t exist
Life is near an end
My company was sent
Campaigned to conquer
Down south we went
Down south we stayed
Form:
I’ve never climbed a mountain
Or gone up in a balloon
And if I never scuba dive,
Well, that will be too soon.
I’ve never rafted rapids,
Para-sailed or water-skied
And as for jumping off a cliff,
I just don’t see the need.
I’ve not trekked in the arctic
Or safaried with a guide
And if I said I wasn’t scared
Of all these things, I lied.
I marvel at adventurers;
They’re made of stronger stuff.
To read about or watch their exploits
Is, to me, enough.
H-ighest hill is climbed,
E-arly fifteenth of October;
R-ugged edge of the mountain
M-akes it a great challenger.
E-ver highest hill is trekked, it's truly a long hard journey;
S-teep surface of the rock is too difficult, not easy.
C-liff's ridge is arduous,
A-n Augean task to fulfill;
Y-ou have to be strong enough,
A-nd brave to endure the chill.
B-ecause of your faith,
Y-our hope and your zeal;
A-nother triumph is within reach,
B-y going up the highest hill.