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CK Baker Mar 2017
there’s a barnacle scar
deeply ingrained
on the basalt stack
at mark thirty two
whispering summer winds
scented oil
cotton and roe
as waves brush
and shape
the sandstone shore

the briny air
and lost erratic
set a tone to this
pollyanna portrait
it's andrews undulations
and gifted benches
its concessions
and traces of the barry burn
its sculpted driftwood
and sanko lines
make this picture
almost perfect

children play
as venom spews
from the caterwaul pair
those odd looking mates
casting smiles
with arrested despair
settling shots
swiping bugs
dipping and darting
as photo men
and muscles
and long neck seabirds
make their turn

the hunched hoody
and his sorted sidekick
get their fill
(of moss and rubble ~ chubby and kelp)
nice to meet your acquaintance
the pho man would say
an odd drop
and ironic turn
from those horrific corners
of timeless desperation
down by cannon bridge

harbor seals
and carriage horse
are fronted by
raven shade
jolly tides pause
in quiet bays
(with curious looters
and *** pickers)
sand merchants
and field totems
all streamed by the light

cirrus strands
blanket the
outer edge
hovering craft
and shimmering willows
bolt the evening frame
blood orange
and tethered
with a filtered glare
bottle-nose dolphins
and seabirds
(and shifting tides)
are all settling in
for the long night stay
Bhill Mar 2
Drip, Drop, Splash

Drip, drop, splash...
Water, as it finds its final resting place below.
Falling with fellow (drops),
Falling off the cliff side, (drip)
Falling to form very special, beautiful waterfall, (splash).
Coming out into the light.
Waters from storms aged years ago.
Making their way through the tiniest of sandstone cracks.
Having been inside the mountains above for eons.
Not seeing daylight for all those years,
What a surprise, when finding themselves
falling and falling,
to make,
Drip, Drop, Splash...

Brian Hill - 2019
Inspired by Poetry in the Park @ Zions
This was inspired by a storm waterfall in Zions National Park today while going to Poetry in the Park poetry class....
Some days I wake up with my neck slick
beads of sweat soak the pillowcase,
my hair as though I've been bobbing for apples.

Perhaps I should be.

I'm starving, I think,
for the kind of knowledge which is dubbed
forbidden or shrouded,
Written in redwoods,
eyes like nebulae
and sandstone futures.

If I could read the Andes like braille, what revelations would

I'm yearning to greet the haunts and beetles once my clock
runs out.
But I lie
and am greeted by
no one.  
I'm frozen, now,
with molasses
like running from the Golem in a January dream.
My fingertips leave damp, checked cotton, reaching out with an earnest desperation, and
I'm left sticky, swatting at vapors.
Jim Davis Apr 2017
In the last
three decades,
after we became one,
I touched
amazingly beautiful things,
horribly **** things,  
unbelievably wondrous things

I touched nature's majesty;
hued walls of the Grand Canyon,              
crusty bark of the
Redwoods and Sequoias,
live corals of the
Great Barrier Reef,
dreamlike sandstone of the Wave

I touched magical and strange;
platypus, koalas and
kangaroos Down Under,
underwater alkali flies and
lacustrine tufa at Mono Lake,
astral glowing worms
in the Kawiti caves

I touched holy places;
Christianity's oldest churches,
the Pope's home in the Vatican,
Hindu and Sikh temples and
Moslem mosques in India,
Anasazi's kivas of Chaco canyon,
Aboriginal rocks of Uluru and Kata Tjuta

I touched glimmers of civilization;
uncovered roads of Pompeii,
fighting arenas of Rome,
terra cotta armies of Xian,
sharp stone points of the Apache,
pottery shards from the Navajo,
petroglyphs by the Jornada Mogollon

I touched fantastical things;
winds blowing on the
steppes of Patagonia,,
playas and craters of Death Valley,  
high peaks of the Continental Divide,
blazing white sands of the  
Land of Enchantment

I touched icons of liberty
and freedom;
the defended Alamo,
a fissured Liberty Bell,
an embracing Statue of Liberty,
the harbor of Checkpoints
Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie

I touched glorious things
made by man;
the monstrous Hoover Dam,
an exquisite Eiffel tower,
a soaring St Louis Arch,
an Art deco Empire State Building,
the sublime Golden Gate Bridge

I touched sparks from history;
the running path of an
Olympic flame just off Bourbon,
the last steps of Mohandas Ghandi
at Birla House before Godse,
******'s Eagle's nest and the
grounds over Der Führerbunker

I touched walls of power;
enclosed rings of the Pentagon,
steep steps of the
Great Wall of China,
untried bastions of
Peter and Paul's fortress,
fitted boulders of Machu Picchu

I touched strong hands;
of those conquering
Rommel's and ******'s hordes,
of cold warriors of
Chosin Reservoir,  
of forgotten soldiers of Vietnam,
of terrorist killers of today

I touched memories of war;
the somber Vietnam memorial,
the glorious Iwo Jima statue,
the cold slabs at Arlington,
the buried tomb of USS Arizonians,
Volgograd's Mother Russia  

I touched **** things;
shreds of light in
Port Arthur's prison,
horrible smelly dust
in the streets from 9/11,
ash impregnated dirt
in the pits at Auschwitz

I touched oppressed freedom;
open ****** plazas
of Tiananmen Square,
smooth pipe and concrete
of the Berlin Wall,  
tall red brick walls
of the Moscow Kremlin

I touched constrained freedom;
heavy ankle and
wrist ***** chains
in the South,
little windows
in Berlin's Stasi prison,
haunted cells in Alcatraz  

I touched remnants of madness;
wire and ovens of Auschwitz,
stacked chimneys and
wooden bunks of Berknau,        
Ravensbruck, and Dachau,
the tomb of Lenin,
toppled Stalins

I touched hands of survivors;
of Leningrad's siege,
of German POWs and
of Russian fighters
of Stalingrad's battle,
of Cancer's scourges  

I touched grand things;
deep waters of the Pacific and Atlantic,
blue hills of Appalachia,
towering peaks of the Rockies,
high falls of Yosemite Valley,
bursting geysers of Yellowstone,
crashing glaciers of Antarctica and Alaska    

I touched times of adventure;
abseiling and zipping in Costa Rica,
packing Pecos wilds and Padre isles,
flying nap of earth Hueys to Meridian,
breaking arms in JRTC's box,
fighting Abu Sayyaf, and Jemaah
Islami in Zamboanga City

I touched through you;
wet sand beaches of  Mexico and Jamaica,
mysterious energy of the monoliths of Stonehenge,
rarefied air in front of the
Louvre's Mona Lisa,
ancient wonders of Giza,
Egypt's tombs and pyramids

We shared soft touches;
drifting in Bora Bora's
surreal waters,
joining hands camel trekking the
Outback's dry sands,
strolling along Tasmania's
eucalyptus forest trails

basking in swinging hammocks
under Fiji's bright sun,
scrambling in
Las Vegas' glittering and
red rock canyons,
kissing under the
Taj Mahal's symphony of arches

We shared touching deep waters;
propelled in gondolas
through the city of canals,
Drifting atop Uru cat boats on Lake Titticaca,
Swooping in jet boats
up a wild river in Talkeetna

Racing in speed boats
around Sydney's great harbour,
skimming in pangas in Puerto Ayora,
paddling the Kennebec for
East's best petroglyphs,
cruising Salzbergwerk's underwater lake

We touched scrumptious things;
Beignets and chicory coffee at DuMonde's in the Big Easy,
Hot *** with sesame sauce
in the walled city of Xian,
Peking duck, dimsum, scorpions,
snake and starfish on Wangfujing Snack Street

We touched delicious things
Crawfish heads and tails at JuJu's shack
and ten years at Jeanette's,
Langoustine at Poinciana's, Fjöruborðinus and Galapagos,
Cream cheese and loch bagels
at Ess-a' s in the Big Apple

I touched your hand riding;
hang loose waves of Waikiki,
a big green bus in Denali's awesomeness,
clip clopping carriages of Vienna, Paris,
Prague, New Orleans, Krakow,
Quebec City, and Zakopane,
the acapella sugar train of St Kitts

We shared touching on paths;
the highway 1 of Big Sur,
the Road of the Great Ocean,
the bahn to Buda and Pest,
the path to the North of Maine,
the trail of the Hoh rainforest,
and time after time, the way home

I could spend
the next three decades,
in simple bliss,
having need for
touching nothing,
other than you!

©  2016 Jim Davis
A poem I wrote last year for my wife!  Posted now since it matches the HP' theme for today - "Places"
Tom Spencer Jul 2015
The trail rose up
through the sand
and sage covered hills
following the sinews of a land
scoured by fire and flood.
Even the most severe carving
here was nothing
compared to the city below-
its concrete grid
glaring over my shoulder-
sprawled out,
******* on its dingy
comforter of smog-
******* up
the dust of the desert
around it.

The trail led me up.
Up past twisted
juniper bones,
past pale green yuccas
fine white filagree
from their dagger blades,
past sandstone boulders
swirled like confections,
past ancient cooking pits
nested with ash,
and ghost-like hands
outlined on stone-
to a white cliff face
beneath the cloudless sky.

From a lone stump
a pinyon jay squawked
drawing my eyes down.
A sentinel
to its comrades-
who rose up
from the draw to my left
and sailed in twos and threes
sinking down into
the draw on my right.
Right before me,
around me, behind me,
first two- then six,
then tens of metallic blue
wings beating heavily against
the unfamiliar desert air.

They had come down.
Down from the scrubby
forests of pine.
Down from snow
covered slopes.
they searched the green
fingers of the washes-
the winter forcing them
down across the trail
that was drawing me up.
They passed close by,
wing beats feathered my ears,
first up, then down-
the sentinel
keeping an eye .

Listening, suddenly hearing
my breath beat
against the wind-
I stood motionless, perched
beyond starting
and destination-
blue wings lifting
the hunger within.

Tom Spencer © 2017
Eleete j Muir May 2018
Health department signs litter the grass areas,
"Do not make contact with the water;
Swimming forbidden".
Less than twenty years ago I learnt to swim here
And fish too, once i even drowned!
Sometimes my friends and I would
Catch Eels then sell them
To the local Chinese restaurant.
I treasure those memories of my childhood.

This fresh water lake surrounded
By trees taller than buildings
My beautiful haven from the city, hidden
Between main roads and highways
that only the locals know.

Sitting on sandstone rocks
I see my reflection amongst the lily pads.
Beyond the depths an entanglement of
Roots, seaweed and *******.
Natural mandalas made by tadpoles
Ripple across the murky brown surface
Whilst a rather large water dragon
Sun bakes on the riverbank
And ducks glide by reminding me
Of the canoes we used to capsize
And I appreciate how simple life
Used to be.

This poem was written back in September 2003
veritas Jul 2018
i hail from heat, heat
in the heart and in the home, in the head and in the heel of the
sword that swings for both justice and action.
i inherit this love, this life and these virtues like heirlooms.
i inherit this boldness from you
i inherit the air of a highborn lady, while not without the humility of a low born daughter from you
i inherit gentle hands of craft into fists of rage and fire that melt away sorrows from you
i rise and fall, for from you
i breathe.
unspoken it was passed down, and yet it stirs and whispers to me in my bones of
ancient thought and force,
passed down from kin to kin, from one blood to another of
temperance and will
that flow like tradition—
a book written on age-old sandstone pressed eons below the earth,
text mapped in bloodlines over a body, not alone. never fading.
you bid me to rise from dust and ashes into the woman of your forging,
and so with a kiss between my brow for
farewell and fortune
i may live with your light tucked into my heart,
because my inheritance lives within me.
a belated mother's day gift, because i never really know what to give.
Crown Shyness Nov 2018
It was this day, centuries ago,
milky ways and golden honey showers
flowing down those sandstone castles,
orange alleys smelling pregnant -
the street a **** of fruity towers,
no, never has there been a gate,
not necessary with the inside seen on petaled crowns,
the care of nurture on their unique bark.

It was this day, centuries ago,
you were queen and I was king,
one of France and one of Spain.
Along the alley you were walking
waves of Bordeaux soaked in milk,
pignon skin and anemones
floating through that orange scent.
I've never seen feet so much talking,
as if all the liquid consciously was falling
to hail you in your grace.

And I, a lion, heart of sun,
roaring with my whole of being
just to get your gaze,
was so banned in
sweet and bitter its perpetuum mobile
that I lost my place in time and space,
seeing imprints in the air, leaving trails of thousands of motions,
till you laid your mermaid fingers
into my brown, ragged, flowing mane,
fondling up my spine, entwining the burning focus
in my golden fire - still stuck in duality.

And she climbed my back, sank in my fur,
sent wind in whispers to my ears:
"Soon my moon, you don't have to look to me, no more.
Soon my moon, you'll know what you came looking for.
Soon my moon, you don't have to roar no more to shine.
Her black, soft branches fell over my face,
upside down,
her forehead on my snout, lips on my forgotten third eye:
"Soon my moon, you'll fall down.
Soon my moon, your crown as it is will not be worth one sound.
Soon my moon, you'll be in ****, finding your way as the grey    
Spellbound, no breath was there to take - my eyes were crying:
"You can break
if you want."
A moment worth of sinking and she was licking up my tears,
coming closer with her black holes,
"Let me be here for eternity, let me be...," last words of a king,
so she started to sing:
"Soon my moon,
soon my moon,
you know you have to fall,
to become sun,
and she looked me in my eyes,
smiling in wisdom of her own,
as she swallowed me whole.

Hot ****, she fell, Bordeaux on fire
in honey pignon milk,
caramelized paintings on her skin
dripping off beautiful rose colored *******,
causing ripples under shock

Sandcastles melting in her heat.

And I lay there, licking up her wounds
with now greyed paws,
while she's long gone.
A mix of daydreaming, memory, possible future, love
and pictures from which I don't know where they are coming from.

Don't know if it is finished yet, any ideas?
Crown Shyness Feb 21
Die Lichtresistenz
die mit Vehemenz
in die Gegenrichtung rennt
isst Scham,
als wäre sie endlos

und ich habe den Verdacht,
dass dies der Grund war,
weshalb die Kathedrale
in die Tiefen versank,
als die Details ihrer eigenen
aus den Augen der Folgenden

So ist sie nun fast auf fischlosem Grund angelangt.
Während der Sandstein bröckelt
und das Kristall der Fenster
die Tiefsee trübt,
blickt sie nach oben
in das Vergehen,
dass aus Versehen
im Liegen
das Gehen
und Sehen

Wo kommen wir her?
Aus einem Heer aus Bannern die
die Farben vereinnahmen
oder aus kaltem Samt,
welches die Triebe
in der Sonne

Hast du dich schon vergessen,
so besessen von einem Traum,
dass deine Hände, wie von alleine,
Magie ins Nichts modellierten?

Wie, wenn deine Lippen
mich überall küssen,
um all die Formen
zu verinnerlichen
und sich in deiner Gesamtheit
um mich zu schlingen
in Yin und Yang

Einst ein Fisch,
der gebannt
die Kathedrale im Sinken durchquerte,
etwas, dass immer noch zum Scheinen scheint,
weint unversehrt
und steigt auf,
indem er sich entleert
von der grundlosen Tiefe,
welche er schon für so lange begehrt.

Er wird den Sand im Gestein spüren
und den Schnee im Salzwasser schmecken
und wissen,
dass nicht jede Flosse
alle Meere bereist haben muss,

um dennoch
den Körper von duftender Wildness
zu erspüren,
in all den schimmernden Tropfen
hinter den Windungen deines Ohres
und der Feuchtigkeit zweier verschmelzender Hüllen


The light resistance,
which runs with vehemence
into the opposite direction,
eats shame,
as if it would be endless

and I suspect
that this was the reason
why the cathedral
sank into the depths,
as the details of its own
fell out of sight of its followers.

So it is now on almost fishless ground.
While the sandstone is crumbling
and the crystal of the windows
is clouding the deep sea,
it looks up
into transience,
which accidentally
and seeing
in a laying state.

Where do we come from?
From an army of banners
capturing the colors
or made of cold velvet,
hugging sprouts
in the sun

Have you already forgotten yourself,
so obsessed with a dream,
that your hands, as if by themselves,
modeled magic into nothingness?

Like when your lips
kiss me everywhere,
around all the forms
to internalize
in your entirety
and wrap myself
in Yin and Yang

Once a fish,
spellbound, crossing
the cathedral in sinking,
something that still shines to shine,
is worshipping,
cries intact
and rises
by emptying itself
from the groundless depth,
which it desires for so long.

He will feel the sand in rocks
and taste the snow in salt water
and know,
that not every fin
must have traveled all the seas,

to nevertheless
the body of fragrant wildness
in all the shimmering drops
behind the windings of your ear
and the moisture of two merging sheaths
Good morning and good day! <3
Franz Liszt - Liebestraum
Johnny Noiπ Jan 30
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Is it easy to access Archimedes' works?
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as the end of many people and the department,
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is a work by Archimedes in which he set out
to determine an upper bound for the number
of grains of sand that fit into the Universe.
In order to do this, he had to estimate the size
of the universe according to the contemporary
model, and invent a way to talk about extremely large numbers.
The work, also known in Latin as Archimedis
Syracusani Arenarius & Dimensio Circuli,
which is about 8 pages long in translation,
is addressed to the Syracusan king Gelo II,
son of Hiero II), and is probably the most
accessible work of Archimedes; in some sense,
it is the first research-expository paper.
A googol has no special significance
in mathematics. However, it is useful
when comparing with other very large
quantities such as the number of subatomic
particles in the visible universe or the number
of hypothetical possibilities in a chess game.
Kasner used it to illustrate the difference
between an unimaginably large number
and infinity, and in this role it is sometimes
used in teaching mathematics.
To give a sense of how big a googol really is,
the mass of an electron, just under 10−30 kg,
can be compared to the mass of the visible universe,
estimated at between 1050 and 1060 kg.
It is a ratio in the order of about 1080 to 1090,
or only about one ten-billionth of a googol;
0.00000001% of a googol. Carl Sagan
pointed out that the total number of elementary
particles in the universe is around 1080,
the Eddington number, and that if the whole
universe were packed with neutrons
so that there would be no empty space
anywhere, there would be around 10128.
He also noted the similarity of the second
calculation to that of Archimedes
in The Sand Reckoner. By Archimedes's
calculation, the universe of Aristarchus
roughly 2 light years in diameter fully
packed with sand, would contain 1063 grains.
If the much larger observable universe of today
were filled with sand, it would still only equal
1095 grains. Another 100,000 observable
universes filled with sand would be necessary
to make a googol. The decay time for a super
massive black hole of roughly 1 galaxy-mass;
1011 solar masses) due to Hawking radiation
is on the order of 10100 years. Therefore,
the heat death of an expanding universe
is lower-bounded to occur a googol years
in the future. Examples of courses of instruction
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material mental mind Waiting for sandstone
Natural landscapes                      
                      start of China wrote to Mary's pink | image
The poverty of alteration of ethnic people
throughout the country has been developed continuously.
The most famous natural tourist destinations
in the world are very important to socio-economic development.
Genius hits his toes drinking with women before bringing them back to get head
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China's beautiful natural beauty is written by Mary's Pink. | |
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It is constantly developing nationwide.
The most popular sightseeing spot in the world
is very important for socioeconomic development.      Genius Laos Women's Association drinks alcohol while drinking with a sponsor.
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Starlight Jul 2018
Where will it end
when my hands bleed
my knuckles cry
my teeth grit from their
sandstone edge
when the world halts
when the moon
does not rise
when I stare
into the burning mercy
of the sun until
I cannot see the
horror of myself
when the books have
no more letters
and pages to fill
when I am content

in my dreams perhaps

when I am content
and do not think
about the
all taking
all giving
all consuming
blood on my hands
blood in my eyes
blood as hair
red as rubies
burning that
burns me from
the inside
like I was

born the burn.

When will it end
this quest
this adventure
of the soul
sword out to
protect my most
precious mistakes
little gems
of dangerous
and sacrificial
when she has
hurt me
beyond repair
bones lying limb
and curved
like loose
spaghetti strings
blood is
back in business
is art
and is movie
and blood
my ******
always seems

to forgive her.

When will it end

when I have left

when she has left

entropy Aug 2018
the cascade of clear blue falls even in the midst of the furvous night
the call of a bird echoes cross canyons composed of ages of old
the glint off amber cliffs calls to the reflection of ancience
floors of sandstone riddled with stagnant ghosts of footprints
these paths were once walked by those larger than life

we search for purpose radiometrically
estimating the desperation in the dating
allowing our hearts to sink to an endless expanse of unexplored sediment
grasping onto the aching for the pleasure beneath the pain
self decay feels natural at the bottom of the ocean

peace comes naturally while disappearing into pieces
it will find me upon the return of the rogue daughter to the expanse in which she belongs
may my atomic descendents one day hold the fossils of my being between their fingers
let the earth shake under the feet of whom possesses my bones
and let them keep digging, let them excavate all of us whole
i don't like this! but my classmates did. from last semester :)

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