Tag: Poetry

Hidden in the Clouds

We have hiked to the summit of this peak,
Through hanging clouds, early in the morning
Just to see what the rising sun does seek,
And the sights that we wait to see forming.
The mist will cling to the top of the mountains,
Fighting against the heat of this near star,
But as the day progresses, what remains
Is wisps dancing in the air for afar.
Below is revealed the greatest sight,
A town hidden from civilization
Which, at one time, reached the greatest of height,
But now hides in history’s rotation.
The only way we know how it begun,
To speak of memories with the day’s sun.

The Valleys of the Andes

I can see down into all the valleys
From my perch on the edge of the mountains
High within the clouds up in the Andes.
Like ants, the people practice their routines,
Going about in their typical ways,
Not even aware of my eyes above,
Watching them as they bundle through their days.
Have they been able to find what they love?
Are they stuck in their eternal circle,
Living each day like they have lived before?
Do they even know that their life is dull,
Not seeking out something with more allure?
Does my position give me perspective
That is different from the way they live?

The Fables of Our Lives

Please, I would like another glass of wine
For I am feeling the youth of the night.
After we have had a moment to dine,
We like to make an evening that’s light.
We raise our glasses in toast to Bacchus
So we can perform another story,
A tale from the past that is about us
In days we look back upon with glory.
This courage comes to us from the nectar
That we get squeezed from the fruit of the vine
That makes our memory travel afar
To a moment that we hold as divine.
Thank God, that we have rented this table
To rediscover our lost live’s fable.

Karaoke

Life will move slower down in the valley
As we take a pause from our busy days.
We can create nighttime festivity
Where only the bolder come out to play.
We will dust off the old songs from our youth
To sing with the new friends that we have made.
In their simple lyrics we find a truth
Whose remembrance has started to fade.
Our time to control this city is gone,
Passed on to the younger generation,
But for now, we have ’til the break of dawn
To pretend that we still own that station.
So raise your voices to the stars above,
And embrace out past in these songs of love.

A Remembrance to Snow

There was a time when snow covered the land,
Hiding all of the world’s imperfections
To everywhere that eye had spanned,
Forcing us to run to our reflections.
The icy landscape chased away the birds,
Leaving behind a moment of silence.
We took the time to part from our own herds
So we could shed our facade of pretense.
The cold would cloud our breath and bite our nose,
Yet we would fight against the discomfort
As we searched for understanding that grows,
And through meditation we can support.
But for today the only wind that blows
Is in remembrance of days of snow.

Ziplining

Only a rope allow me to dangle
From high above the forest canopy.
Within its threads, my fingers will tangle
To make sure that the ground I will not see
Until I can find it with my own feet,
And not from a free fall from the wire.
Traveling by zipping, I will complete
This moment of fear from being higher,
And I feel like I accomplished something
That was always buried deep within me,
An irrationality that is holding
From experiencing life that is free.
It’s the way we conquer those things that scare,
By overcoming that childish dare.

The Mighty River

Do not take the river’s might for granted,
For it has spent years carving this valley.
It’s hard to follow what it has ranted
As it rushes out to the distant sea,
But if you stand upon its muddy banks,
And pause from your busy day to listen,
The river will regale honestly frank
Tales of how the pride of men it’s taken.
They have tried to dance upon its rapids
In flimsy boats carved out of hollow wood,
And though its rage absolutely forbids
The challenges these men thought they could,
Boats and men have both cracked in disarray
And the river flows mightily this day.

No Tech

We have left our technology behind
And ventured out into society
To see if we could start to be more king.
It’s what it really means to be hands free.
It starts with a little conversation
As we probe into each other’s thinking.
There might be some cause for hesitation
To see if our deep beliefs are linking.
We poke and prod trying to uncover,
From the people we are getting to know,
If we can handle what we discover
Will agree with our opinions also.
We will find with this quality time spent
That we are really not that different.

Arcs

A dark blight has settled upon the Reach
And we’re scrambling for what’s left behind.
We will use ev’rything from war to speech,
Securing a position for our kind.
We can only claim it as ambition
Whether we are a tyrant or warlord,
But Space will not be a destination,
And out here we live by our own accord.
There is a court that has a little sway
Over the direction that we can take,
And if you ambassador came to play,
There is a deal with them that you can make.
We are trying to leave behind our marks
That can be rewtold in our story arcs.

The Turn Around

We were planning to go across the bay
To enjoy a restaurant we knew there.
Uber was meant to help us on our way,
And we could sit back not giving a care.
But we ran into a little traffic
On the only road getting out of town,
And a return trip may be horrific,
So we asked the car to turn around.
He dropped us off not far where we started,
And we found another kitchen to dine.
We questioned if we should have departed
In order to save an amount of time.
It just showed that life can be unfair,
Taking a car trip that led to nowhere.