"ascents" poems
Guilty pleasure
But time I treasure
Just you and I
No kids' screaming cry
No wife to bark orders
As we seek new borders
I stroke your limbs
My ego brims
You ride me away
From stresses in my day
Your frame is so light
I ride you just right
You transport my life
In a different way than my wife
I love the both of you
To you both I'll be true
But with you I'm physical
My wife is mystical
You create such sweat
The drips make you soaking wet
As I crank you on ascents
And coast down long descents
I get light headed
Nothing you do is dreaded
You carry me away
So I just needed to say
You are my mistress, my queen
I don't want to be obscene
But if loving you is wrong
Why does my wife sometimes ride along
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
What should we have expected from new ascents?
You think there is simple safety in messages sent?
Melancholic waves descend, lonely veins sink in,
If I was simple before, you'd be able to see,
See through the extremities that bounded me.
But how could a flower begin these internal spins?
Bounded by piety to seek love away from sin,
Destined, we hope that this one will sink in.
If life's a play then this one is just pretend,
And the toil of tragedy, revealed at play's end.
But if this life is an Odysseun ode,
Then oh! the wonders to be told!
For each new ascent, a heroic tale,
On the way down, purified hail.
For we have cast Circe like Jonah's whale,
And fly alongside a dove's tail,
Whose wings spread in glorious white,
Revealing Leila, mistress of the night.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
*Elemental Metamorphosis & Transcendental Milestones,
Sempiternal Origamis Of Her Temperamental Clones,
Spiraling Perpetuities & Her Sacrosanct Fortitude,
Procreating Tipsy Ruptures In Her Permeating Solitude,
Perplexed Momentum & Her Outlandish Constellations,
Nuclear Decay Of Her Masked Radiations,
Verbal Shadows & Her Tranquil Ascendance,
Encasing Her Tears In Liquefied Transcendence,
Yearning Oddities & Entropic Oceans,
Vitalizing Inexorable Emotions Into Phosphorescent Potions,
An Hourglass Existence Of Her Fabricated Virility,
Dwelling In Quantum Ascents Of Ardent Agility,
Silver Ghosts Of Her Prismatic Abyss,
Convicting Glass Houses In Her Ecstatic Bliss,
Telepathic Shades & Hollow Palisades,
Detrimental Novelists On Uncharted Crusades,
Pernicious Scars In Her Profound Gaze,
Erupting Genesis Inside Her Dimensional Maze,
Perplexed Periphery & Digital Fictions,
Annexed By Her Hourglass Depictions,
Breakdown Sanity & Her Concealed Screams,
Lifelike Dewdrops In Her Visionary Dreams,
Satellite Searchlights & Love//Less Progenic Mutation,
Paralyzed Sunlight Sparking Genetic Alteration,
Monochromatic Streams & Cinematic Realms,
Static Screams Of Her Toxic Schemes.
- 05:43 AM -*
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
People
athletic
sweet
intelligent
sporty
grew up in the south
grew up in nature places
have southern ascents
love caching fish
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
*Firelight Affairs & Atmospheric Starlight,
Rainbow Instincts Enlightening Her Satellite Twilight,
Quivering Symphonies & Colorful Voices,
Lyrical Abstracts Of Her Monochrome Noises,
Prismatic Rage In Her Eternal Sage,
Resonances Whispering Her Voices Onstage,
Vertical Ensembles Of Her Ecstatic Fashions,
Witty Odes Enlightening Her Arrested Passions,
Prancing Temptations & Provoked Mysteries,
Entrancing Her Artistic Waves & Surging Tapestries,
Storyteller Flares On A Perpetual Lease,
Intoxicated Mirrors Of Her Spiritual Release,
Lucid Memoirs & Condensed Revelations,
Inquisitive Glances Of Her Cupid Flirtations,
Crimson Armors & Her Reflective Scents,
Illustrious Serenity Embossed In Her Scenic Ascents,
Fluoresce Echoes & Her Scenic Prelude,
Coalesce Spotlights Guiding Her Summer Nudes.
- 01:24AM -*
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
As I lay... ever so awake
Hours long before the sun ascents
In bed with you is where I want to be
Watch you sleep and smile at the thought
That here, my dear is where I want to be
Baby, even though you’ll never know
The daydream of this - imagined scene
As hour of the bright draws near
I’ll drift further from the truth of you
Into rain and melancholy shades of blue
Makeup of my fake placed smile
Gives way through my dappled mind
The sun is peeking through the cracks
As rays of light eliminate obscurity of
My self delusion thoughts...
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
Fuji, Rainier, now to Africa’s pinnacle
she followed, behind a parade of sycophants
marching, single file behind his greatness
few made ascents with him
she only Fuji, on a windless day
though others made the trek up Rainer,
surviving a blizzard that hit halfway
down
she told her lover
his faithful must have thought his presence
imbued them with immortality
which he seemed to possess
maybe it did, the lover said
seven decades and one, still *******
old mountains and young women
and she was still there, despite
the doctors’ bleak sentence
she was painting, moving
while she still could, a water color
of Rainier in mist, hanging in some
haunted hall in his home
now a pale pastel of Kilimanjaro
for which he would spend a fortune, to hang
somewhere he would not spend a minute
when her extended contract expired
she would be ashes scattered in Big Sur
and he would still be climbing higher
breathing heaven’s ether, a color
she never captured
but her signature
would be on overpriced art
which from the start, he commissioned
to keep her from leaving without
having seen rarefied air
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
He favored this poem
but never explained
the one named Smoke
by Henry David Thoreau
remembered Walden fame
Was the poem a mirror
reflecting a life
in fullness lived?
a pilot as Icarius
youthful ascents of flight
Were his pinions melted
in one upward climb?
Then a sharp descent
may have in the mirror appeared
discovering atomic paths
searching for particles
in their hidden depths
An Icarian bird once more
in a new pursuit?
Facing dangers in
desert flashes
like Icarius moving
much too close to
elemental light?
Or else
smoke thins and thickens
No more circling above
leaving his nest now
pursuing literary truth
where darkness also
has its due
Shading light from sun
and stars
Enabling students to
see anew
Imaginations soaring to
heights and depths
But he remembers still
a life complete and whole
Does he find any need
for pardon for this
his own clear flame?
I'll end this verse with
a sound some would
call a chime
This because 'til now
just one line did rhyme!
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 11:45 AM UTC
A cessation, the best
of black, having overslept
the eye of the needle...
some midnight sun
flung to shield this perpetual
wakefulness, becoming it the
more.
Ascents and views, sound
barriers broken...ice cold stars,
white winds of burnt cores.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
Time and the Earth--
The old Father and Mother--
Their teeming accomplished,
Their purpose fulfilled,
Close with a smile
For a moment of kindness,
Ere for the winter
They settle to sleep.
Failing yet gracious,
Slow pacing, soon homing,
A patriarch that strolls
Through the tents of his children,
The Sun, as he journeys
His round on the lower
Ascents of the blue,
Washes the roofs
And the hillsides with clarity;
Charms the dark pools
Till they break into pictures;
Scatters magnificent
Alms to the beggar trees;
Touches the mist-folk,
That crowd to his escort,
Into translucencies
Radiant and ravishing:
As with the visible
Spirit of Summer
Gloriously vaporised,
Visioned in gold!
Love, though the fallen leaf
Mark, and the fleeting light
And the loud, loitering
Footfall of darkness
Sign to the heart
Of the passage of destiny,
Here is the ghost
Of a summer that lived for us,
Here is a promise
Of summers to be.
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I need those blue shoes
Pumps so high elegant they stand
In the streets with each step cat calls I hear
With colour blocking ascents that is how they come
A beautiful collectionJimmy Choos no doubt
Now take your pick
Royal, navy, baby it's blue
Classy and beffitting just for a queen
Prim and proper eyelashes I flutter
For a night out with him I did choose you still.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
We had just met for our daily meal
When through our midst blew a quiet Wind
That grew to a gale; quiet, surreal.
Yet the flames of Truth brought hope to our minds.
And Truth, like wildfire, ran through us;
Bewildering pilgrims for the Pentacost
When the Songs of Ascents rang out from us
In their mother tongue left them quite lost.
Pilgrems blamed them to be drunk at 9 o’clock
Yet Peter set them right with Joel’s prophesy.
Amazed, they listened to the one called the Rock
And withdrew their former claims of heresy
When baptised with the Truth that set them free
They go with the Wind to set the World free.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
Everyone is a wanderer
so few find their hearts' desire
the winds their fury unleash
the sun burns like wild fire.
There's no resting place
only slippery rocks, sharp ascents and mire
but there's no turning back
though the prospect is dire.
There's no food or water
for the hungry and thirsty wanderer
the night sky palely looks from asunder
the stars are weary and lose their glitter.
Everyone is a wanderer
destiny is the driver
but none wants to be a loser
this defines him in his perilous splendour.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
begging narrow trees stand expanse
naked sky beseeching for
the wet lips of a thousand little children
they
grow that way.
always pleading. unquenchable green drunk
ascents. to play a dream. in hands of roots.
stand trees. a soil bed soft to your appeals.
grace my vision neatly dumb straights.
pierce the moon sweat arbor men.
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC
GONE WITH THE WIND
Unhappiness touched the mark on her face,
A lip that was once her soul.
Growth came riding and left the darkness,
Now she is searching to cave in her soul.
She owned the light of beauty,
She believed it would last forever.
But the tragedy happened in her dream.
Only to realize she has been there before
There came a hand to grab a moment
Face concealed by the ***** mask
Wandering across the stormy wood
To find the redundancy of beauty
She sometime hoped that she could hold on,
as she lay crying over faded broken tears.
She would try again to see existence then
When all left in her is behind the mask
But if he take off his mask to see,
with a quick impulse she ‘d see his beauty.
There is always a first time for all.
To describe somebody along with something.
I have never seen what beauty is
but when I will, it will be
Red hair Tied back in a pony tail
With eyes that no one thought could be so blue
It looks like the ghost in the graveyard
who silently dwell within and come out bursting
only wanting to let out screams and cries
It looks like the starry night
full of constellation and a goddess
that reigns the night as dusk ascents.
That you don't see very often
and eyes that no one thought could be so blue
There are no words to describe it
Like the flawless feet of wind;
And like breeze across the lanky trees
Your voices be Beast’s growl
When frequency pitched the soul
The clouds be never changing
And the sky remains black holed
And the princess of the wood be still dreaming
:
And the midnight wolf starts the mourn
Her quiver fills itself up
For the grizzly hunt
And the nature sets you free
as it listen and adore you;
with limitless power and strength
As Wind rule the wood
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
up, down,
swerve,
a curve,
i'm riding a rollercoaster.
i hate this ride.
blind to what's next
my body can't sense
where the drops
or the ascents are.
who put me on this ride?
i want to get off
let me off
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
After our love, I lie in the shadow of your shoulder
also, float to the sound of the seventeen-year locust outside,
their forlorn tenor buzz that ascents and falls together
and all of a sudden it stops, and flares out once more.
Their cadence clears against the sides of the house,
stirs like late leaves, a delicate edgy scratching,
the ave, ave, ave syllables of air, skin against skin.
When we happened to come upon her yesterday, inside the church shadows,
the youthful soloist deserted herself to the words she sang,
her interpretation like a nonattendance of dialect. Her music
cast itself away and away, beating on, until the hush
of a vacant room had its spot, where the heat of day
is just lamplight through the recolored windows.
It channels over the dusty floor. It lights
upon a light blue divider, unpredictable in what it touches.
What's more, the deriding, mating voices of the grasshoppers return once more
in their consistent journey out of the earth,
out of the dull, into the shadows.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
To pursue
Freedom
Means to break
The chains of authority
To embrace
With compassion
One’s own life
And to summon light
From the darkest corners
Only the free
Have known the darkness of despair
Only the free
Have looked into oblivion
And chosen to continue
To stand alone
To walk proudly
In their own skin
Freedom
Is to break through
The binding cocoons
Of society
And unfurl
One’s unique and fragile wings
Of creativity
A march of freedom
Has no easy path
Only steep ascents
And treacherous crevasses
And yet only the brave
Will experience
The incomparable
Joy
Of liberation
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC