Summits Poems

SUN DANCE
from the east to west
the sun is new every day
dancing in the sky

sun rays incising
The dancing on tallest summits
Intentionally

the sun bedazzles brightly
too far up the mountains high
on top of the world

radiant sun rays,
scorching alone on mountains,
dehydrated air,


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Glorious human race!

Monstrous machines 
unto globe thou place.

Surpassed grandeur, 
overwhelmed with grace;

Heaven's territories 
thou subdue 'nd embrace;

Surmounted all mysteries, 
summits and space.

Yet, thy mightiness, 
perfection never pace;

Tiniest Coronavirus, 
fail thou to face!...Read More

a cold bitter wind
	with stinging drops of rain
bits of bitter cold
	blowing into my frozen face

slowly my steps go
	up the hill of man-made stone
my warmth is torn from me
	by the coldness of the world

steel gray clouds race overhead
	fleeing upon the wind
hiding...Read More

I’ve flown the valleys
I’ve soared the summits
I’ve stalked the moon
That glitters in your eyes

I’ve walked the deserts
I’ve crossed the seas
I’ve kissed the sun
That shimmers on your skin



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All told!
Each day, I say,
Socially dormant, I may
Never flagrant, rather
Concealed, in essence
Quite quiescent per se
Until she appeared, as
An alcoholic version of aquapanela
Fragrant she is, isn't she?
La bruja from the sea
Can be. Can be.
The peaks of the summits
To be reached
Alpenglow in...Read More

To the heroine of harrow: 
I offered hard labour, ploughing my soul in an inch,
Now, days go by in my Trelleborg without feeling a pinch,
Spotlights, random hot rods, my own stigma as the mark of Cain
Released to feel a high...Read More

9.

Now a bolt of lightning plummets,
from Heavens own, mighty summits,
it does stay there, as it hits the ground,
as thunder roars, its mighty sound.
Up the bolt, Turvehr does run,
the end, it is most surely come,
as he rises, higher than high,
Utamol falls...Read More

I watch the news incessantly, 
in effect present by proxy and phone. 
I anguish and languish, 
waiting for the spheres of fire to roll fast and burn out
a safe distance from my paramour, my Lion of Judea.

I anticipate each day...Read More

Saturate me sweetheart, sweet smiles shall be seen-
Skin to skin sated in slow songs sung with safety. 
Show shores of sand sparing storms from smoke, 
solitude shall sever, seized shall be sinister shade. 
See the sunset shine with sharp showers...Read More

Himalayas

Eons ago in the planet’s evolution,
During tectonic plate movement:
The Indian Island Ma moved northward,
Crashing into the Eurasian continent,
To form the Himalayan mountains.

Out of the chaos, towering peaks arose,
Piercing heavenly soft, white cotton clouds,
Bursting into clear blue skies as Earth revolved,
And...Read More

Three sister winds,
Ephemeral progeny,
Spawned by the sun's relentless
But passionless heat
And the earth's inexorable 
Grinding rotation.
Sirocco dances across the vast emptiness
Of the Sahara;
Mistral roams over the rolling plain
And briny lagoons
Of the French Camargue;
Santa Ana, mistress of the paradoxical
Lush aridity of Southern...Read More

In the nacre of morning light
ice tendrils over cobbled stones
touching lake's edge
as surrounding crags plummet
to the surface.

An opaque sky preens
diaphanous plumage 
as I, like Narcissus,
ponder my reflection
in winter's adumbral waters.

My face flickers on the silent depths
like a mirage, an anomaly...Read More

I am at a loss
In the haze of twilight years
Reinforced by the hill-fog 

I am at the moment
With the icy magnificence
Of Mount Everest

I am at a loss
Because of
The weird fact that
My poem 
''You kindled the lamps''
Has got posted three times
Last...Read More

Crescent Time Breathing

There is no reach by which we as breathing creatures of crescent time,
Can ascertain the crouching intentions behind an elm tree with acorn outbursts,
Designed to scan the visions of the seething statues which stand upright in dark halls,
There...Read More

they're young, that musky wild still in the eyes
endless fates to seduce - mountains to climb

heading straight up though thinly clothed
through bone pocked passes of grizzled ghosts 

just beyond wispy clouds the bounty lies
summits of glowing gold to pound youths...Read More

In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
            there was no room at the meagre hostel for the saviour

Sanguine hopes flash-flooded the sanctuary of hearts
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I shall not waiver nor will I digress
from gazing at these lambent hills of green
where mounds of grass like cobblestones progress
from creek beds where the ash and alder preen,

their leaves like coins that shimmer in the sun,
up to the graceful...Read More

Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from heart's emotional wreck,
last night I watched stars twinkle in heavenly skies
pondering how to overcome world's...Read More

Soul Searching Trek Along Winter's Snow Painted Trails

Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from heart's emotional wreck,
last night I watched stars twinkle...Read More

Khatia Buniatishvili's Tour de Force of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto N° 1 in B-flat minor on Zubin Mehta's 80th Birthday*

… the caged-beast terrified defying the donderbus blasts vollies of muskets and cannons heralding the charge cavernous ton caisses blown asunder one...Read More

What is it that our
vaunted intellect supposedly conveys?
That benefits the air and sea, 
summits, life and
broad expanse of land?
Now

Suppose that we 
at some stark moment
vanished one and all—
adjoined by all
matter and assemblage from
our forced and plundered reign?

In absence then of...Read More

The flat evening
In the bowl
In the swing
Absolute control

In the sky
The gray air
A little shy
The white hair

In the morning
The beta blocker
In the evening
The scripture and prayer

The river was tranquil
Neither the ripples nor the whistles
The chest peaceful
No fractions and decimals

Suddenly the gale
A...Read More

He has Risen!
The Lord of Light, God’s Redeemer:
His Son, transforming man’s defeat
to summits of glory;

He has Risen! The Lord of Light,
Destiny’s Leader, Father and man’s
ever evolving Love Story--

And who in right faith
cannot feel His Glory?
And who in such light
will refuse...Read More

The secret of life,
making old things new:
fluffing the seas
long flattened 
by sails…
restoring clouds
to the summits of mountains,
not one worth the climb
were it not for
high mysteries

I sit, pen in hand
as if holy--
we are all priests of a sort
(both light and dark)
our...Read More

As little boys 
we rode bikes
fast down the dunes,
on the vertical side
of Sand City

Big tires creased
deep furrows 
in the down-slope,
same as boats trailing
wakes upon the swell

At the leeward portion
of the great sand hills
the long bronze 
shadows of late noon 
stretched...Read More