"surmounting" poems
so what do we do when all is left are figurines
gifted in the unholiest of manners
and the crusties in my eye when i awake
are no longer their
since sleep is a distant memory
and all the tides of highs and lows
simmer to a stagnant plateau
because days no longer carry weight
surmounting to popcorn on a string
--one just like the last--
suddenly a day
--popcorn with extra butter and just a pinch of salt--
comes and shakes the bland you into something recognizable
a sparkly-eyed realist with an unusually magnetic personality
drawn from absolutely nothing
but the reality that life goes on
and we just have to be aware of peoples polarity
s.q.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
#***Blackwater rise up from artesian fountains
Upsurge from the provenance of earthen soul
Mingle unto a river of willow’s bend and sway
Rooted in boulders***
*scattered within
milestones
and*
***riverbed Cornerstones
Gray
As though empowering sown seeds mightily strewn
With intent a higher law's freshet flows
For to stream from silence in a satiating tongue
Rolling currents thickly bestow
A river of simple truth lay bare
A stream of random kindness betides,
Rivulets of unconditional love abounding
Rootstock birthplace coursing passage from whence
Unbounded rivers' silent reverie manifests
Rippling cadence immersing pulsing whispers
Unbounded rivers rushing deep and wide
Blossoming undercurrents gushing,
resounding,
rhythmic ebb and flow
Verve undulating wholly alive
Genesis of soul marrow's enlightened shine ―
Wellsprings arise from bedrock
ancient mother earth
A surmounting light leavens abidingly
From imploring water's flowing river song
To illuminate the beckoning pathway's bearings
divergent from thither and yon
Through which to portage
A way to carry back home in psalm***
h.a. rivers ... November 4th, 2017
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
Streaming glitter
Suspended laughter
Delayed happiness
Evident abasement
Surmounting fears
Shadows dance in torment
Pleasant gestures
Pretence abundant
Deferred bliss
Creeping obscurity
Empathizing stares
Lured smiles led to drown
Malevolent touch
Masked intentions
Insubordinate emotions
Disappearing identity
Longing spirit
Laughter is beheaded
Joyful wickedness
Jeweled thorns
Loving stabs
Poisoned kisses
Unassuming mortal
Beauty lays dead
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 8:05 AM UTC
an ever-surmounting pile of guilt
stops me from sharing with you
all of the inconceivably dark things
that, to myself, i do.
the ever-raging seas of despair
that drown all glimpses of light
are growing inside of my mind
oh, how the skies were once so bright.
the darkness that lives inside of my mind
has slowly taken control
i am no longer able to feel light's warmth
nor, can i remember it at all.
i was once a young, joyous girl
until the devil stole away her last breath
and since that day
all i can think about is joining her in death.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
She is water. Yet her eyes are the sea.
My fear of water is astounding.
My tension surmounting.
Maybe you are water
But i refuse to see.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
Not for the faint-hearted
The highest peak is
Unconquerable is its tip
Cold and misty,
A stairway to heaven!
Bold climbers ignore
Step is the slope,
Help is the rope,
And the peak is their hope.
Surmounting the rocks
Resisting the freezing air
Holding back against the pull of gravity
Should the climbers do
With the vertical
That seemed infinite.
Escapade began.
In their heart, they held
The step and hope.
Crouching on the frosting rocks
They moved higher and higher.
'Till they could glance
At the abyss of horizons.
Passing the halfway,
Wild fortune they met.
Wind with wrath roared.
There came a snowstorm!
Hope began to melt
Their shriveling souls, too.
Buried.
Vertically jeopardized.
Lives ended with the limit.
Another team conquered
The mighty mountain.
Aroused a sense of adventure
Spirits unleashed,
Saying altogether, "We can!"
As tightly holding the guide
And pathway's light -
Their nation's proud "stars ans stripes."
Valiance flashed on their faces.
Higher and higher they went
Calmness danced with the rustling cool wind
Glaring were the ice flakes
Of noontime sun
The journey was near to its end.
Yet, a huge running bunch of snows met them.
Keen climbers bombarded
Explosive things.
Boom!
A hole was formed.
They went down
Into the hide site-like hole
Awaited the "limit" to pass by
then, it came.
The hole was filled
Shivering with cold
Heroes bombarded again...
Light rays entered as
Dazzling as their smiles.
Escapade continued.
'Till they stood and yelled
The voice of victory,
Overcoming the vertical's limit,
On their success,
On the most awe-inspiring place
of their dreams -
The earth's highest pinnacle!
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
Nod, vociferous lackey,
Agree that it will end just fine
You raise that hand to me, dying vine behind
Acknowledge every burning sun-drop
Culling and surmounting your radii--
Misled and triumphant
You're half of that.
Vast plantations of regrowth and abysmal
Serendipity in life?
No more;
Cut off-- a world harvest
Of blood, and blue-black poison
In the fields spewed
Once,
Not again
Not there-- again, the stalks
Lay dormant from your careless sickle
Numbers and numbers
Insurmountable
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Irish word for poet
is "File".
This always fascinates me
Because it reminds me of a youthful horse
(The filly)
Pushing the boundaries
And stumbling on awkward legs
Being
not the most majestic
But the one who discovers
Joy and passion
and vibrancy
in every action of life.
When just putting
one foot in front of the other(s)
is a deed as majestic
As galloping
Like a knight with surmounting pride
Or a night with no end,
It's indeed a gift
of youth and innocence.
Like the old mare,
We may bear wrinkles.
Like the war horse,
We have our battle scars.
But we are the “File”.
And we have something to say.
and we will forever be
infinite
in our hoof beats
and our heart beats.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
Surmounting expectations create competition with me and my companions.
People now bumping into each other from exponential expansion.
Existential Conundrum.
It happens.
You have to get a job, be better than everyone else.
You gotta get rich, but donate and be "selfless". Be an entrepreneur with millions that saves dolphins, bungee off the Eiffel Tower with the Prime Minister of Ireland.
Can't help but feel like we were born in a sandbox with too much expected from us, with such little, never promised rewards.
Cardboard presentations with glitter and glue, high scores on the whiteboard.
"Mom, please... I'm bored."
A Mr. or Mrs. Perfect, immune to hangovers and pressure, while keeping a 4.0 who must always be "in the moment", in full control.
Yeah, right. Maybe with a rich football coach who lets you smoke and dope if you run a ball and don't choke... Pray you don't grow old and dash his championship goal.
So when I feel my life is diminutive, worthless with no conviction, I just tell myself that I helped people I never remembered or knew. Nobody really has a clue with all this media, race and religion. Whether you think it's science, fact, or fiction, It's just a temporary illusion of your imagination.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
Not for the faint-hearted
The highest peak is
Unconquerable is its tip
Cold and misty,
A stairway to heaven!
Bold climbers ignore
Step is the slope,
Help is the rope,
And the peak is their hope.
Surmounting the rocks
Resisting the freezing air
Holding back against the pull of gravity
Should the climbers do
With the vertical
That seemed infinite.
Escapade began.
In their heart, they held
The step and hope.
Crouching on the frosting rocks
They moved higher and higher.
'Till they could glance
At the abyss of horizons.
Passing the halfway,
Wild fortune they met.
Wind with wrath roared.
There came a snowstorm!
Hope began to melt
Their shriveling souls, too.
Buried.
Vertically jeopardized.
Lives ended with the limit.
Another team conquered
The mighty mountain.
Aroused a sense of adventure
Spirits unleashed,
Saying altogether, "We can!"
As tightly holding the guide
And pathway's light -
Their nation's proud "stars ans stripes."
Valiance flashed on their faces.
Higher and higher they went
Calmness danced with the rustling cool wind
Glaring were the ice flakes
Of noontime sun
The journey was near to its end.
Yet, a huge running bunch of snows met them.
Keen climbers bombarded
Explosive things.
Boom!
A hole was formed.
They went down
Into the hide site-like hole
Awaited the "limit" to pass by
then, it came.
The hole was filled
Shivering with cold
Heroes bombarded again...
Light rays entered as
Dazzling as their smiles.
Escapade continued.
'Till they stood and yelled
The voice of victory,
Overcoming the vertical's limit,
On their success,
On the most awe-inspiring place
of their dreams -
The earth's highest pinnacle!
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
Sardonically, lightly, he trips around the argument from last night
The night-time affair-morning despair
Whiskey and gin, liquor scented promises
Still droop over the dawn's proceedings
No wonder he waned quick and rose slow last night
His instincts took form, primal release
Inhibitions lulled by the dull lust quenched senses
Now all come back to the brim
And resurface with surmounting terror in the peak of morning
What might have been found ,
In the quiet moments, between the pauses, sighs and naked glances
Has already been lost
No words escape his,
Or hers-
Save for a kiss
Once drenched with wet lust
That now gathers rust;
Hangs in the heavy silence of their confession
Where none of them utter a word,
Yet the verdict rules:
both guilty.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
Cat three-tooth, cat stone-deaf, cat sidewinder walk,
Old Bealman stalked the croaking, the croaking,
with forepaws meek stroking
airs of a summer cool night.
*Bealman, Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Bealman—frog fisher & free.*
Delphinium, the roses, lupine interposes
a shadow of fortressed green leaf
disguises the notion my Bealman supposes—
to seize, dismember it through,
make self-concocted, dishering frog stew.
*Bealman, Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Bealman—frog fisher & free.*
Night hours accounting, morning’s surmounting,
a bird warning Bealman, his patience to thin.
Croaking still blending, a flower stalk was bending,
two legs, peaking out, sent Bealman straight in.
*Bealman, O my Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Frog fisher & free.*
I saw Bealman beaming; I saw Bealman beaming.
How cats manage beaming I’ll wonder again.
Since Bealman was twenty, any beaming is plenty.
I loved my old Bealman, my frog fisher friend.
Bealman, Bealman, My Meow Dear Sealman,
Bealman—frog fisher & free.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
The first step is the hardest
the second, harder still
a steeper step, I follow through
my world, it seems, is built askew
my goal, to clime that hill
Yet not all treads are equal
some forward
some reverse
a trail is nowhere to be found
its easier to turn around
the valley ground, a curse
But patience is a virtue
persistence is a key
surmounting mountains is a must
when voices urge within each gust
escape, and you go free
Those winds, they carry forward
and inching steps amass
a lifetime spent inside a ditch
and suddenly the trough is breached
I reach the top at last
But legs, they know just walking
not how to stand and cheer
inertia pull, and I comply
across, and to the other side
it’s all downhill from here
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
You are my heroine in all my dreams!
Songs of love are sweet to hear ever;
What a pleasure we enjoy in union!
Nice muse of bliss we enjoy by kiss!
Only birds of spring enact so in joy
Making all days go on smooth sure!
Many exchange of kisses makes heaven
Nowhere above but always near here
In this dream world of love forever!
Essence of ecstasy replaces agony so
After surmounting many hurdles
Vainly erected by green eyed monsters!
Time forgets to alarm lovers in ecstasy so
Swayed by sweet kisses sweeter than cherry!
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
*a grand plan there may well be
beyond our reach, that certainty
accepting that it is unknown
in ignorance our seeds are sown
in suffering we strive to be
surmounting all, creatively*
***our very passions by design
who watches us learns lessons fine
experiment, this universe,
pray we are blessing more than curse***
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 1:17 AM UTC
Like stars upon the faded rim
Flowing faster, much colder, and worn thin.
Every cold, enveloped word spoke much quieter than this,
Hidden thoughts kept buried with each kiss
Hesitation slewn atop meticulous counting
Of seconds, and minutes, and hours surmounting
Every single day that has passed
Since the very moment I saw you last
Like slim and slender finger wisps
That sings like smoke that burn the lists
That sleet like snow that summer does miss
That slide like tongues into our trysts
That scars like cuts upon our fists
That slips like hands and palms on wrists
Do all my ears and eyes feel this.
Dissonance in cold maurauding sleep,
Announce the world the queen's to keep.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC
Writers block
A binding curse
The worst agony
A poet feels
As they take a seat
To make something new
But the ideas aren't new
No, there's a block
And you melt in your seat
The return of the curse
The return of the agony
They know how it feels
And it feels like agony
But that isn't new
How everyone feels
Surmounting the block
Defeating the curse
Fighting in your seat
And in your seat
Enduring the agony
Write, rewrite, read, curse
And repeat, nothing new
Just the block
That everyone feels
And everyone feels
Frustration's seat
Seat on the block
The block of agony
The block of un-new
The block, the curse
Curse...curse
A curse everyone feels...
A curse that's not new...
A curse in your seat...
A curse that's agony...
A curse...writer's block!
That's it!
Simply written
When nothing is!
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 7:37 PM UTC
i.
Aloof, alamoth shalt be as caffoy
To the effulgence; betwixt the
Stretched out firmament.
None more dacryop's; for
Euphoria is permanent.
ii.
Multicolored adamant to be ourn walking step's,
None ado; an ambassage of love so true, apace
When airborne-balm of soothe.
iii.
Cheek to cheek, Rosy blush
**** Top-to-feet, robed by
Heat; from white sustaining
Spirit.
iv.
Mine lady, closer-feeleth me. Graze mine inner
Being. Touch mine blood that sing's; when thou
Art close. No longer art we the norm, we're now
Perfected from the storm's.
v.
Surmounting through those once
Infernal
Ghost's.
vi.
O' now we art untouched, protected
Alongside high-rank Host's;
Beauty is the most enlightening,
Being seen through thine
Glorious view.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( pookie) dedication
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
It's like a swarm
Of malevolent spectral butterflies
Green and black
Evil emanates
Corruption cascades
From each sickly flap
Of those tiny evil wings
It floats up
When you think you're perfectly safe
Calm and sane
Removing reason
Surmounting sensibility
At each cruel brush
Of a pair of hairy antennae
No one else
Believes there is a danger involved
Daft and Lucky
Blissful Blindness
Ignorant Innocence
Of the butterfly's bite
From its noxious proboscis
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
While through my life I'm numbers counting
of every qualm that I'm surmounting,
'twill serve me well to stay reminding
that I've partaken of the binding.
A binding strength of faith-in-motion;
A binding source of pure devotion:
'I'll walk this road with you, my dear...
And we will conquer mortal fear! '
Living life with eager haste
Trying moments not to waste
I reflect in calm reminding,
'I've partaken of the binding!
A binding of my heart to hers;
A binding love that passion stirs...
With you, my dear, I'll live to see
what God has planned for you and me! '
While in the pains of living death
if gasping for a hopeful breath
it gives me life to stay reminding
that I've partaken of the binding!
A binding purpose for my trying!
A binding force to silence crying!
'With you, my love, I'll make it home...
And nevermore will anguish roam! '
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
milbrightlions of December —
you come announced in multiplicity.
even the night-herald blooms through
the beams of astounded simulations.
buoyantly uttering a word
of light, stilling itself in the sky,
unasked for.
surmounting the Narra and the mangrove,
sieged to a halt in its exactitude
like the uncomplicated machination
of what makes fire simmer in a wick.
all of its brazenness hearten
in easily toppled altitudes — even our
battlements scar our unexplained
liminality we grieve at first glance.
airless are the spaces we lean on,
testing their capacities. shrills bloom
clearer. our mouths plump and glazed.
our flesh hurtle all incarnadine, all true
unlike the twining of roads lit like
faces in the marketplace —
a dynasty of brokenness.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
Beyond dolphin lips
Surmounting wavy ridges
Breaking defending walls
Invading gorges
Above ruins of treasures
Passing one and eighty summers,
There lies a warrior,
Dead in the search of love!
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
*Just The Two of Us
a Poem
ByJude Kyrie
We share the same wounds you and me.
Our blood is flowing from our hearts
But the hearts are in love
bleeding only for each other.
We share the same scars you and Me.
Lasting memories of wounds long passed.
They were made from forgiveness
and acceptance.
And in forgiving, we both are forgiven.
We share the same love you and Me.
Unbreakable dedicated and everlasting.
Surmounting all adversities
Rising as a phoenix each new day.*
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC