More Peaks to Find
I've seen those peaks pass,
As I climbed.
Looking back and feeling fantastic.
To breathe deep the fresh air.
And being aware of accomplishments,
Wished.
'I have done this! '
I can now say it.
I have dreamt that I could.
And did.
What has been desired in my heart...
Has been done.
But I can not rest.
I know my best,
Has not yet come.
I take a deeper breath.
Wasting no time to take more steps.
Continuing to climb I do.
With achieving on my mind!
And knowing there would be more peaks to climb!
More peaks to find and leave behind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Helderberg Hill (Sestina)
You are the high hill with numerous peaks,
that in summer looks magnificent and cheery,
where I have climbed up to waterfalls, to heights,
where I got a view of sun, beach and sea,
felt as if in presence of God, with tranquillity
with your moods you remind me of a lady.
Once I wandered with a young lady
on a twisting trail among your high peaks
to find some inner peace, some tranquillity
and she was quite happy and rather cheery
gazing up at the blue sky, down at the sea
from both of those dazing heights.
Climbing up to the sheer heights
was like exploring the body of a lady
as if finding a secret kind of sea
with beautiful rising pointed peaks
and the experience was quite cheery,
suddenly leaving an own tranquillity.
My privacy is invaded by her tranquillity
as from far I still do watch her heights
and although feeling rather cheery
there is danger in this lovely lady
that beacons me with her high peaks
to look upon an endless open sea.
I long to gaze out upon the sea,
to be with her in tranquillity,
to wander among her peaks,
to again explore her heights
as if to visit a dear kind old lady
but I wonder if I will find her cheery?
But I must now continually stay cheery,
keep far away from the troubled sea,
avoid all of the dangerous heights
of live to be able to find tranquillity
but still the beautiful ageless lady
is luring me continually with her peaks.
How glimmering and cheery with ice her peaks
high above the sea, do glow from their heights,
she is without tranquillity, a chilly frozen lady.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Climb
maybe Im not as smart as I thought
as I come back down
entertain the sun
beg it to go on
dont leave me all alone down here
cause I dont have a doubt
that I am without
a way out of this
and I climb
this wasted time
I've been in
and I find
I change my mind
again you win
can you take the ashes that Ive burned
at your expense
cause I cant tell you why
all the things that I
havent thought to ask you for
I am at the end
I cannot pretend
that everythings ok this time
and I climb
this wasted time
I've been in
and I find
I change my mind
again you win
I cant walk away from you
I cant deny what you say is true
I cant understand everything you do
still I cant walk away
and I climb
this wasted time
I've been in
and I find
I change my mind
again you win
when I climb
when I climb
when I climb
song performed by by Lifehouse
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The Peaks
In the night
Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys,
And the peaks looked toward God alone.
'O Master that movest the wind with a finger,
Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
Grant that we may run swiftly across the world
To huddle in worship at Thy feet.'
In the morning
A noise of men at work came the clear blue miles,
And the little black cities were apparent.
'O Master that knowest the meaning of raindrops,
Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,
That we may sing Thy goodness to the sun.'
In the evening
The far valleys were sprinkled with tiny lights.
'O Master,
Thou that knowest the value of kings and birds,
Thou hast made us humble, idle futile peaks.
Thou only needest eternal patience;
We bow to Thy wisdom, O Lord -
Humble, idle, futile peaks.'
In the night
Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys,
And the peaks looked toward God alone.
poem by Stephen Crane
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Early Works - Peace Of Mind
The mountains of life
their peaks are impossible to climb,
but climb we do
to the lower levels
in search of peace of mind.
The surface is rocky
foot holds are few and far between
like life’s long road
of strife and toil
that stretches its edge on everyday.
What are we looking for
on the green and fertile world
that surrounds us every mile?
Why do we search
every hidden crevasse of our uncharted mind
when the answer is already written?
We search for the impossible;
we search for peace of mind.
19 September 1981
poem by David Harris
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Throughout the Meadow
I discovered my purpose,
Long before your good credit rating...
Maxed out on overdrawn credit cards.
I have never identified with bling,
As a means to represent my dreams and wishes.
Being 'different' has had its benefits for me.
I owe no one anything to maintain a pretense.
I am who I am.
Basic.
Truth and I have been friends for years.
But I will admit...
We have had our ups and downs.
You,
On the other hand...
Celebrated achieving faked peaks.
And today you tell me I know nothing of the valleys?
Remember,
That's where you left me before making your climb.
However...
Your whining everyone can hear,
Throughout the meadow.
Have you lost your purpose and your mind,
On borrow time and the cheap 'blinging' of things?
I thought you knew who you were?
Was it you who said I wasted my life,
On useless dreams?
And here you are...
Screaming as if 'you' are the one crazed.
But...
You may be reflecting your purpose.
Who am I to pass judgement?
Enjoy.
Have a great day.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Breath I Cherish
I cherish your breath a lot.
As your breath is a sweet sob
That chimes out tales for a reverie.
Perhaps you breathe for none but me.
At times I miss your breath
As I flee to a world of solitude.
But then is heard your breath winding in
To reach the peaks of my utopia.
Your breath gets cannonised
And my entity rebounds unto you again.
A love is born and blossomed
As I search for you in the dark.
I cherish your breath a lot.
As I too begin to breathe like you.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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In the night
In the night
Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys,
And the peaks looked toward God alone.
"O Master that movest the wind with a finger,
Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
Grant that we may run swiftly across the world
To huddle in worship at Thy feet."
In the morning
A noise of men at work came the clear blue miles,
And the little black cities were apparent.
"O Master that knowest the meaning of raindrops,
Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,
That we may sing Thy goodness to the sun."
In the evening
The far valleys were sprinkled with tiny lights.
"O Master,
Thou that knowest the value of kings and birds,
Thou hast made us humble, idle futile peaks.
Thou only needest eternal patience;
We bow to Thy wisdom, O Lord --
Humble, idle, futile peaks."
In the night
Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys,
And the peaks looked toward God alone.
poem by Stephen Crane
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Climb
The mountains n'er seemed so tall...
As in this most laborous climb divine---
'Twas as if we were reaching for the pinnacle of Paradise...
Thus, claiming these towering peaks as mine;
Surely Heaven 'tis this blissful...
Where the joy surpasses any sort of pain---
Where sorrow 'tis a long forgotten emotion---
Wrapped in comforters of Loves sweet refrain;
Higher, ever higher we do ascend...
To touch the Peaks of Evermore...
Once just two lonely people in search of happiness---
Now, as one, together walking through Heavens door;
Joy and freedom have adorned us-beloved...
Upon these streets all paved in Gold--
Forever, atop, the world together...
With Eternal life-never ever to grow old;
The Essence
August,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Introduction – A Glimpse of Boyhood
“Boys out there by the western creeks,
Who hurry away from school,
To climb the spurs of the breezy peaks,
Or dive in the shaded pool”
poem by Henry Lawson
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Oh My Dear
Tell me where you come from, was it heaven above?
Oh my dear, i must be falling in love
Can you climb the sunny peaks of a fortress in mud?
Oh my dear, i must be falling in love
Did i tell you i want more than you're really made of?
Oh my dear, i must be falling in love
Can you scope a purple blunder and admit that you are young?
Oh my dear, i must be falling in love
Tell me where you come from, was it heaven above?
Oh my dear, i must be falling in love
Can you climb the sunny peaks of a fortress in mud?
Oh my dear, i must be falling in love
Did i tell you i want more than you're really made of?
Oh my dear, i must be falling in love
song performed by by Ween
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Sonnet: Climb, We Must
Climb we must, each step in life every day;
Climb we must, each rung in life, one by one;
Climb we must, with care slowly all the way;
Climb but steadily, it isn’t merely fun.
Haste could make a waste: fatal could be fall;
Tougher’s the climb when on the steeper side;
Time is short but still we obey His call;
God is our Master in whom we abide.
We ought to rest but when we find the time;
Climb we must, all day and rest during night;
Though success may not come, our duty’s prime;
God is our guide always: Beacon of light.
We ought to reach the place earmarked by God,
Although unshod and though we are from clod.
poem by John Celes
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No Easy Way Down
Your toy balloon has sailed
In the sky now,
But now it must fall to the ground.
Now your sad eyes reveal
Just how badly you feel.
There is no easy way down.
The view from the cliffs
Must have been exciting,
And up to the peaks,
You were bound.
Now you're stranded alone
And the past is unknown
And there is no easy way down.
And now it isn't very easy
When you find yourself on your own.
No it isn't very easy
When each boat you take,
Is one more mistake,
There's no one to break, your fall,
Lead you back home.
We all like to climb
To the hieights of love dear
We're our fantasy world can be found
But you must know in the end
When it's time to decend
That there is no easy way down.
I know it isn't very easy,
When you find yourself out on your own.
No it isn't very easy
When each road you take,
Is one more mistake,
There's no one to break,
Your fall,
And lead you back home
We all like to climb
To the heights of love dear,
Where our fantasy world can be found
But you must know in the end
When it's time to decend
That there is no easy way down.
There is no easy way down.
song performed by by Norah Jones
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Oh My Dear (Falling In Love)
Tell me where you come from, was it heaven above?
Oh my dear, I must be falling in love
Can you climb the sunny peaks of a fortress in mud?
Oh my dear, I must be falling in love
Did I tell you I want more than youre really made of?
Oh my dear, I must be falling in love
Can you scope a purple blunder and admit that you are young?
Oh my dear, I must be falling in love
Tell me where you come from, was it heaven above?
Oh my dear, I must be falling in love
Can you climb the sunny peaks of a fortress in mud?
Oh my dear, I must be falling in love
Did I tell you I want more than youre really made of?
Oh my dear, I must be falling in love
song performed by by Ween
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You Can Plead a Defeating If You Wish
Keep up your pace steady.
If you've made claims to be ready.
I am determined to reach...
The fresh blowing winds,
Only found at summit peaks.
A panting done to replace escaping air...
And threatening to lose one's breath,
Will not curtail the placement of my steps.
This journey was not meant to share.
I'm not here to listen to your regrets.
You can plead a defeating if you wish.
But don't think that I will sympathize with it.
Not I.
My eyes are on mountaintops too high!
You wanted to give this 'trip' a try!
This is not a 'trip' with me.
This with me is 'do' or 'die'.
You can plead a defeating if you wish.
But don't think that I will sympathize with it.
Not I.
My eyes are on mountaintops too high!
Keep up your pace steady.
If you've made claims to be ready.
I am determined to reach...
The fresh blowing winds,
Only found at summit peaks.
I am challenging myself.
Just to say I have done it!
And 'you' seem to be only motivated by ease.
What made you think following me would be a breeze?
I'm not here to drag you to witness the summit.
Just to hear you say you've done it too?
I'm not living to fulfill those ambitions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Summer Oh Summer
time to keep moving
walk a trail
trek a mountain
climb to the peaks
go beyond mists and fog
go agog
walk the plateaus
volley the valleys
go high on cliffs
hang and jump
and let go
on a pack of
parachute
fall on the deep river
ride the rage
swim and kick
and join the fall
of the waterfall
wrestle the alligator
coil with the snakes
this crazy summer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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199 Steps to Heaven
They were my 199 steps to heaven
Grandad found them 199 steps of hell
Angina.
But still he always climbed
Never complained
As I think he knew,
He was climbing the 199 steps to heaven.
I can't even remember
When I first did climb
just always had.
I can remember
Counting
Did it really take 199 steps to heaven?
Some debate
That there are only 198
But they were my 199 steps to heaven.
But
Then I realized that
By counting the 199 steps to heaven
Meticulously
Religiously
I was missing the view on the way up
To heaven
And it didn't really matter if it was
198 or 199
They'd always be my 199 steps to heaven.
Then my eyes were opened and I saw
the view up was just as spectacular
As the view from heaven.
And I realized how much of it I'd missed;
Counting
So I stopped and
Just admired the view
On the way up
My 199 steps to heaven.
The view, like time stood still
Old tile roof tops,
Sprawling cliff faces
And the sea.
It was always the sea for me.
Whether in a rage or in a lull
I loved it unconditionally
The long straight pier
Jutting freely.
And all this I could see
From my 199 steps to heaven.
And sometimes we'd have to stop
Half way
For granddad to recover
Breath labored but still
Determined
To climb those 199 steps to heaven
And I'd wonder
Who?
How many?
Had climbed these 199 steps
Did they know they were climbing
My 199 steps to heaven?
The tourists, locals,
And in days long gone;
The coffin bearers.
All climbing my 199 steps to heaven
And, if you believe him
Mr Stoker
Claims
That the Count
Formed in a hound from hell
Climbed those
199 steps to heaven.
And when we'd finally reach the top
My world spread out before me
I'd weave between the gravestones
Thinking how lucky
These corpses were to be
Lying, eternally
There;
Their own piece of earth;
At the top of
My 199 steps to heaven.
And the north wind blew strong
And sang me a sweet sad song
As I gazed over my world
Cliffs, sea, a never ending horizon
Calling to me, welcoming me
Needing me as much as I needed
It
My 199 Steps to Heaven
And if you ever climb my 199 steps to heaven
Please throw my name off the edge,
Into the wind to blow it free
Forever
As I am separated by distance
heart breaking
soul aching
For my
199 steps to heaven.
Shadow Girl
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Ten Thousand Feet from Home
Whatever else will come of this (and I'm convinced that nothing will) ,
The rums and Cokes have set my eyes to dancing as I stand out here,
With cigarette, beneath a moon which casts those peaks in ghostly
Light. It's Leadville once again, July, and I have come to see my
Cousins. I have come to peel away the puffy husk of life lived in
The suburbs, atmospheres below, and be as they prefer to see me:
Savage, as they are, and drunk, and, in a room upstairs is she,
Who rashly said she's make this journey. Her husk hasn't peeled
Away, and her face, face down on a pillow, drunk as mine, remains
So pretty, warmer, though, than all these peaks. I put my butt into
A can and haul myself, unsteady, upwards, to the room and to the
Woman who has come, but isn't conscious, and the bed beneath
The moon and these, most lovely, frigid peaks, to lay, a-swirl, at
Her side. Not much will come of this.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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Peaks
I saw the mountains,
They seem so strong,
Our fragile existence,
Is defined by the stone,
All love and longing,
Are over bearing here,
Among the peaks,
The peaks of stone,
And desire,
The power of the stone,
Its stronger then my soul,
Its ageless innocence,
Surrounds me,
Making my own innocence clearer,
Their strength seems to never fade,
Mine can only grow.
poem by Agata Konopka
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My Precious
can't hold you down
can I be you
there's nothing I can do
a slave to your hands
climb up above
your precious time
don't worry your time
don't hurry your mind
where did you go
where did you hide
all I can do
is watch you pass by
climb up above
your precious time
don't worry your time
don't hurry your mind
everytime I try to take it back
I know I don't wanna live like that
I'll wait for tomorrow
too tired to go the other way
too late to wait another day
I'm going on
climb up above
your precious time
don't worry your time
don't hurry your mind
climb up above
your precious time
don't worry your time
don't hurry your mind
song performed by by Lifehouse from Stanley Climbfall
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Makarora
Rocky peaks of Makarora in the summer wear their snow
And down the lush green grassy valley the clear mountain river flow
Songbirds piping in the beechwoods songthrush, bellbird and
redpoll
This a place of peace and beauty Makarora has a soul.
These great mountains look no different than to when the first man came
They have a wild rugged beauty for want of a better name
To the coming generations these high peaks will look the same
Man will not build houses on them man such wildness could not tame.
Summer's come to Makarora and along with her brought her green
Beauty to compare with any with the finest I have seen
This place would inspire an artist peaks in summer white
with snow
Beechwoods and through lush green valley sparkling mountain river flow.
Those high peaks of makarora will not change as years go by
Out there on those rugged mountains bones of Maori hunter lie
Still these mountains keep their secrets monarchs of the higher ground
Overlooking Makarora and the woodlands all around
Snow clad peaks of Makarora reaching upwards towards the sky
I am just a passing stranger and I'll be bidding you goodbye
But I will take with me the memories of beauty I have seen
today
Woodlands in a lush green valley by those mountains far away
poem by Francis Duggan
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