You find snails on the mountain slope with the dew from the ravines.
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Some Questions for Me...
perhaps i am too serious as a mountain
unmoved by the grief of those
clouds drifting
seeking comfort in the air that now
dominates them
because they have no direction
where to go
and no reason why they are going there
i am too serious, people are damned
and they do not make a sound
about this mountain that does not move and keep
on numb
and unfeeling and indifferent to what is happening
to the river
the snails and the squirrels and rats
and grass
perhaps i am dead
perhaps i am another senseless mountain
not knowing why i am here
perhaps i have become a stone
a grain of sand
a gasp of air
perhaps i have become another meaningless cloud
hanging upon
my side...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Allegory Of Pleasure...
there is more
to find in this mountain
the snails have not reached here
the birds are not telling the complete view
a vista of clouds
and little white houses beside a river
there is more on top of the trees
you have seen a lot
but there is nothing that can be touched
for the pleasure of the hands
so what is the use?
the feet are ready
and tomorrow is the final leaving
there is no regret
somehow he will try getting into the body of the cow
it will be nice there
there is more pleasure with the grass
and there is no moral
code to adopt
mud is still cooler for the body
dress is but a prison without a key
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Haughty Snail-King
Twelve snails went walking after night.
They'd creep an inch or so,
Then stop and bug their eyes
And blow.
Some folks . . . are . . . deadly . . . slow.
Twelve snails went walking yestereve,
Led by their fat old king.
They were so dull their princeling had
No sceptre, robe or ring—
Only a paper cap to wear
When nightly journeying.
This king-snail said: "I feel a thought
Within. . . . It blossoms soon. . . .
O little courtiers of mine, . . .
I crave a pretty boo. . . .
Oh, yes . . . (High thoughts with effort come
And well-bred snails are ALMOST dumb.)
"I wish I had a yellow crown
As glistering . . . as . . . the moon."
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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People working on the slope of a mountain do not look at the buttocks of one another.
Grouse Ridge
One feels it here:
The imponderably ancient
Succession of lives,
Rubble of animal vegetable mineral
Tangled in quiet ravines
Or strewn along mountain lakes,
Momentary the green & sentient
Bound the same,
Wind rising and falling,
Ten thousand years.
poem by Craig Steiger
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When the hunt is not successful, go find snails.
Snail
We already know snails are very slow
Reason behind, they carry along adobe;
placed on their back.
Blessed are many birds and small animals
can get easy food the snail's predators;
by virtue of being slow.
Can't run faster than enemies to defend,
so prefer to live in the shells, hidden;
but alas! enemies break.
Sometimes dogs and cats kill just playing,
snails can't do anything except praying;
defend by body colouring.
Not only animals, human too is great threat,
capture for own food millions of them;
thinking delicious and appetizer.
In cricket, only few players can hit a ton,
In laying eggs most of she snails can;
mating several times a year.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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About Troy
1
Troy O Troy
an archeologist
will sift your ashes through his fingers
yet a fire occurred greater than that of the Iliad
for seven strings--
too few strings
one needs a chorus
a sea of laments
and thunder of mountains
rain of stone
--how to lead
people away from the ruins
how to lead
the chorus from poems--
thinks the faultless poet
respectably mute
as a pillar of salt
--The song will escape unharmed
It escaped
with flaming wing
into a pure sky
The moon rises over the ruins
Troy O Troy
The city is silent
The poet struggles with his own shadow
The poet cries like a bird in the void
The moon repeats its landscape
gentle metal in smoldering ash
2
They walked along ravines of former streets
as if on a red sea of cinders
and wind lifted the red dust
faithfully painted the sunset of the city
They walked along ravines of former streets
they breathed on the frozen dawn in vain
they said: long years will pass
before the first house stands here
they walked along ravines of former streets
they thought they would find some traces
a cripple plays
on a harmonica
about the braids of a willow
about a girl
the poet is silent
rain falls
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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Two Are Together
Two are together, I tell you,
A slope of a vowel, are a corner;
Grass short as a garden,
Bracken
Uncoiling,
Foxgloves, water
Descending,
Quartz in a stone.
This corner:
Mountain-ash (ferns
Up in air).
Then over an edge
This single
Blue wedge of a mountain;
This comfort, you tell me,
Contentment,
Compassion.
This wild-mint-scented scene
And wild roses
And wrinkle of water descending
Tending to laughter;
Together, then
After.
poem by Geoffrey Grigson
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Gonna Build A Mountain
1: Im gonna build a mountain, from a little hill.
Im gonna build a mountain, least I hope I will.
Im gonna build a mountain, Im gonna build it high.
I dont know how Im gonna do it, only know Im gonna try.
2: Im gonna build a daydream, from a little hope.
Im gonna push the daydream, up that mountain slope.
Im gonna build a daydream, woah, Im gonna see it through.
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream,
Gonna make em both come true.
3: Im gonna build a heaven, as a will someday,
And the lord sends ga-bri-el to take me away.
Woah, I wanna fine young son, to take my place.
Ill leave my son in my heaven on earth with the good lords grace.
4: Im gonna build a mountain, from a little hill.
Im gonna build a mountain, least I hope I will.
Im gonna build a mountain, yeah, gonna see it through.
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream,
Gonna make em both come true.
5: Im gonna build a daydream, from a little hope.
Im gonna push the daydream, up that mountain slope.
Im gonna build a daydream, woah, Im gonna see it through,
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream,
Gonna make em both come true.
6: I wanna build a heaven, as a will someday,
And the lord sends ga-bri-el to take me away.
I wanna fine young son, to take my place.
Ill leave my son in my heaven on earth, with the good lords grace.
I wanna fine young son, yeah, to take my place.
Ill leave my son in my heaven on earth, with the good lords grace.
Yea-eah.
song performed by by Monkees
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What are we? what can we become?
We can be just snails if we want to,
But we can be sparrows too,
We must choose, we cannot just be silent
& undecided
Forever,
If we choose to be snails
Then we will know what we want
We want a river and some palms
To plan our slow travels,
If we choose to be sparrows then
We at least know what to do next,
We shall grow beaks, and wings, and
Soon we need the sharp claws too
To defend ourselves
At least we also know what we need,
Just nests to lay our small eggs,
Twigs of trees to rest upon
Our weary bodies,
We choose what we are
To become what we can be,
We start on that decision, and then
We will see what suits us
To be the best from the rest,
Who still ask
What are we? what can we become?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What are we? what can we become?
We can be just snails if we want to,
But we can be sparrows too,
We must choose, we cannot just be silent
& undecided
Forever,
If we choose to be snails
Then we will know what we want
We want a river and some palms
To plan our slow travels,
If we choose to be sparrows then
We at least know what to do next,
We shall grow beaks, and wings, and
Soon we need the sharp claws too
To defend ourselves
At least we also know what we need,
Just nests to lay our small eggs,
Twigs of trees to rest upon
Our weary bodies,
We choose what we are
To become what we can be,
We start on that decision, and then
We will see what suits us
To be the best from the rest,
Who still ask
What are we? what can we become?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Go, Tell It On The Mountain
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
When I was just a learner
I sought by night and day
To have the good lord help me
To guide me on my way
For I am like a shepherd
My hopes and faith to guard
Each day I find the answer
And love is my reward
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
The shepherds kept their watching
Oer silent flocks by night
When lo! throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light
The shepherds feared and trembled
When high above the earth
Rang out an angels chorus
To hail our saviors birth
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
Our jesus, jesus christ is born
That jesus christ is born
Go and tell, tell it on the mountain
That jesus christ, christ is born
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Enveloped
At first embrace
I could feel the thickness
of him
surprising to me,
the musculature;
his arms
made me feel
small
and girlish.
I could feel
the smell of him;
his shoulder
a gentle slope
and I a woman toboggan
fitting his mountain side.
He was hard
against my soft side
and we both blended
inside and outside;
I'm enveloped
and enveloping
our silhouettes meshed
contoured
for the perfect fit
where our breathing
in the silences
fall like
soft snow
on a mountain top.
Our Winter embrace
had its Spring.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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On The Mountain Slope
On that very high mountain slope grass did cling
to our bare feet, some branches scraped us,
where we overlooked fishermen at sea,
where their boat suddenly rose up and down.
Below big waves washed against the hill,
I did not trust the cliff, the mountain side
and right there you firmly grasped my hand,
when the heaven became bluer than your eyes.
Did our open eyes deceive us right there?
or did somebody walk on the water,
as if the sea is an open grass field,
to the boat that was rocking up and down,
before Him the whole sea was wide open;
what a wondrous type of occurrence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Night Journey
Now as the train bears west,
Its rhythm rocks the earth,
And from my Pullman berth
I stare into the night
While others take their rest.
Bridges of iron lace,
A suddenness of trees,
A lap of mountain mist
All cross my line of sight,
Then a bleak wasted place,
And a lake below my knees.
Full on my neck I feel
The straining at a curve;
My muscles move with steel,
I wake in every nerve.
I watch a beacon swing
From dark to blazing bright;
We thunder through ravines
And gullies washed with light.
Beyond the mountain pass
Mist deepens on the pane;
We rush into a rain
That rattles double glass.
Wheels shake the roadbed stone,
The pistons jerk and shove,
I stay up half the night
To see the land I love.
poem by Theodore Roethke
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Slugs and Snails - Parody Robert Frost Fire and Ice
Some say our world will end with snails
some slug out blown.
With climate change, scarce dinner pails,
I'd back whales weighed upon time's scales.
Of human nature enough's known
by those who'd live to tell tales tall
to show that for destruction sown
slug outs withal
suffice - home-grown.
Two stanza word world ends at ease
in freezer stowed
both slugs and snails preserved - one sees
a micro-wave cold sale could tease
snails from their shells - Frost's poem showed
that none cold feet should entertain
when world on ice skates, atoms slowed:
Can slugs feel pain
for tea at minus forty three degrees?
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
(8 April 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Wake Up The Mountain
(m - kusch, l - deris)
Some people die
And even never realize
Mans growing blind
Is seeimg owly with the eyes
We think were strong
Belive we never could be wrong
But we ar fools
Because were dying by the rules
Though I cannot change the world were living in
I can always change myself
One more to count in wake up the mountain
All colours slowly turning to gray
All world is darkling wake up the mountain
And we will find it once more again
Cash and carees
Built on the countless sums of fears
All godos of life
Begin to vanish behimd tears
How do we know
Why did we choose the way we follow
Why do we hurt
Why do we hurt the ones we love
Though I cannot change the worlg were living in
I can always change myself
One more to count in wake up the mountain
All colours slowly turning to gray
All world is darkling wake up the mountain
And we will find it once more again
We made the rules and we can change them
Break down the orders one by one
We made the laws and we can break them
Break down the mountain, stone by stone by stone...
One more to count in wake up the mountain
All colours slowly turning to gray
All world is darkling wake up the mountain
And we will find it once more again
song performed by by Helloween
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Nothing Can Keep Me From You
Wherever you are, thats where Im gonna be
No matter how far, youll never be that far from me
Some how I would find you, move heaven & earth to be by your side
Oh Id walk, this world to walk, beside you
Chorus
No mountain could ever stand between us
No ocean could ever be that wide
No river too deep to keep your love from me
I swear its the truth
Nothing can keep me from you
Theres no race I would not go to
No distance would ever be too far
To keep me away Id always find a way
To show you its true
Nothing can keep me from you
Nothing can keep me from you
I gave you my word; I would be there for you
And you can be sure theres no mountain that
I would not move
Just to lie beside you spend my whole life
Lookin in your eyes
Yeah I swear, Im there for you, forever
Chorus
No mountain could ever stand between us
No ocean could ever be that wide
No river too deep to keep your love from me
I swear its the truth
Nothing can keep me from you
Bridge
And I would go anywhere to be anywhere you are
And I would do anything just to hold you in my arms
Nothing can stop a love this strong
Yeah I swear, Im there, for you forever
No mountain could ever stand between us
No ocean could ever be that wide
No river to deep to keep your love from me
I swear its the truth
Nothing can keep me from you
Theres no race I would not go to
No distance would ever be too far
To keep me away Id always find a way to show
You its true
Nothing can keep me
No, nothing can keep me from you
No mountain, no ocean, no river
Nothing can keep me from you
No mountain, no ocean, no river
No mountain, no ocean, no river
Nothing can keep me from you
song performed by by Kiss
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It was smooth on paper, but forgotten about ravines.