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You fall I catch You glance I stare You  glow I smile You kiss I bite You squirm I squeeze You melt I engulf You cry I hug You open I listen You submit I mount You float I sink
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Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 8:16 AM UTC
Reciprocity in Shadow
There once was from Mount Disappointment A fella who lubed with some ointment A patch of dry skin Till he sinned a gross sin And missed an important appointment.
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Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
Skinner
Oh! Peak of heaven, hear my call. Amidst clouds, you are standing tall. The mighty mountains surround you. Glacial lakes gives stunning view. Glaze of snow that surprises all Climbing is steep, people may stall. But for some, it may be a fall. With courage, some make it, but only a few Peak of heaven Dreaming big doesn't make you small. Like laying a ladder on a sky wall A lot is taught in life's preview. It's understood if we review Mount Everest, you are so tall. Peak of heaven
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Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 2:10 PM UTC
Mount Everest
Love is like scaling The Everest the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes to breathe... so my dear bear with me If I stop to acclmatize and catch my breath before I could push further up don't you worry I am not giving up just yet...
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
Love is like scaling The Everest
Planted upon Mount Zion By the Ancient of Days: A Magnificent Tree seen – beheld – By withering grasses’ gaze Seasons come, go, and change; The Tree is here to stay Withstanding time and weathering, Won’t bend or ever fray... Word is carried by the Wind, Sent forth through gentle whispers: "The Tree of Life is here indeed, Let ears who hear be listeners" Prepare the heart! Prepare the way! Find Rest down by the River… Where running sweet…is scarlet sap... And fruit that will deliver... .
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Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 10:03 AM UTC
The Tree
It has been awhile since I've written Busy and it's hard to find time I know that each first word I write The start of a difficult climb Every foothold hard to find Work for each sentence and letter When I finally reach the end Feel as if I could have done better
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
Mount Everwritest
Above Mount Fuji Sizzling, the noon sun suspend frigid smoke erupts
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Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
Haiku's Noon: Mount Fuji
When I look up I found your shape When I look at the horizon in the east I find your shine When I look at the horizon in the west I f find your hair holding the mount As treasure as wires of gold When a fresh wind touches me I hear your voice whispers in melody When the sun shines I see your smile's teeth When I see the green land I rememeber how you are kind
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
Your name
I climb to feed the rat A gnawing unsatiable parasite I climb not to die But to live The knife-edge ridge beckons Could cut me to ribbons The vertical ice shines - come forth Into my womb One foot after another Endless My lungs heave My body yearns I see visions But are they real? The white citadel calls Come- and see God Like a snake In a Gadda Da Vida Come to me And die in my arms
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
I CLIMB
#*Through these woods on red tint trails; Mount Hood is where I go Stresses regress on mountain's back; steady streams glisten bliss Little lizards crawl round rocks Mother Nature their only clock In summer's open fields of grass, yellow flowers bloom in pacts Colored birds tune melody Forest whispers harmony Private property impedes my journey. Hey, this is my earth, too.* **Birds, trees, and humming bees may swing as they desire But God forbid my fellow man idle just one hour** *Open roads open doors to worlds I've never seen before I enter. You may shoot to my doom, but I intend to bloom*#
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
First Hike on Mount Hood
I want to be like Mount Saint Helens, Strong and firm, quaking every couple years in the faces of the helpless. I want to make newspaper headlines and magazine articles for being fearless and tall, Sputtering and spewing at those who've wronged me. I want to be the conquest men dare try, Out of fear of being swallowed whole. The deadly concoction of pure beauty and viciousness, Threatening those who taunt from below. Unpredictable and dangerously violent, They still will want my picture and tell their children of me, Mount Saint Helens glory will never fade, For her might is much to strong for the common man. But I, I will keep on, I will conquer and cast my plight willingly And when they see me, they will tremble because they will know of my unpredictability and daunting grace. A deadly concoction, That Mount Saint Helens might find idyllic.
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
i read a news article actually
Enveloped with pine- Stretched across statelines: Beauteous blue upon envious emerald Pooled amongst royal white mountains Adorned with grey jewels of centuries Emitting sweet, earthy aroma She caresses the land. Mother to lakes hidden by her red fir, Provider to the fiery yellow cress Hydrant for all animals alike. M(ama) Rose keeps a chary eye on her joint creation: The provider, the mother, The revered, grandiose puddle is threatened by scarcity. The royal white mountains, Remain royal- but lack frost, And thus the water retreats Shriveling back 13 feet from shoreline This once sacrosanct lake--- Devastated. Keep Tahoe Blue? Keep Tahoe Wet.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Dao w a g a
Among the twinkling stars In whispering of air During uncontrolled tides of oceanic deep waters In darkness of nights In narrow mountainous passes In the dark deep forests In the beauty of vast deserts At the oceanic shores of continents During wandering about the heights of this world At the top of the Mount Everest At the depth of Pacific Ocean I searched you everywhere But I found you smiling in the core of my heart In the concert of chirping birds During the blossoming of roses With the spread of fascinating smell And spring was prevailing everywhere
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
SPRING PREVAILS EVERYWHERE
Taking pictures of the high mountain. I see a spectacular site; She's floating with the clouds, Sunny, white, fleecy clouds. Wearing a pink kimono with wings covered in Sakura flowers, Doves flying around her head, Snow capped mountain towering in the background Peeking through Sakura trees. Is she playing with me? She's playing hide and seek in the mist. When, I look at her playing, She fills me with joy and makes me feel like a child, She makes me smile. Alas, she hides among the clouds once again. I look and look but do not see.  I am concerned. I miss our hide and seek game. Where did you go?   We haven't finished our game. Suddenly! I feel safe and warm all over me, Like a warm blanket covering me on a cold day, A tickle on my cheek. And Then, hearing a calming voice whispering in my ear saying, “Love, take my hand come with me. Let's go dancing high amongst the clouds this day.” “You will never be alone again...” Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
Dancing Among The Clouds (Regional Japan)
Sometimes you pick a pair of fish and bread and feed thousands, and at others master flautist, make umbrellas of hills protecting us from deluges of wrath. I have walked to the lonely peaks where stones have become animated bearing witness to the nights of wonder, when you poured forth your love, and drank of the poisoned chalice. Yea, even by the well where burdened of sin I sat down, and drank of the springs of Grace. And I do not wish to hear anything, but relive the awe seeing you speak, as one with authority, passion of the heavens!
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Bearing witness
It were perhaps too good to preen, This thing, this much elided stream, To rest therewith, tremulous ream Of thoughts forthwith from misery. Let not the beggar hear my words: There is no hope in timely dress; World it cares not for men deferred From caring press and relatives. Too much it cares for common things, A word said soft, need not for pain, Yet broken in its gleaning thoughts, Suff’ring not well deserved stains. These things, I say, they cast a sea Before dim eyes, make blind men cry, Rob their sight, ev’n in sight’s drought; This I say, casts little more t’me.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
Hopeless, this Elided Stream