Mountains Poems

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
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WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
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One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.

I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
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Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly,
A secret place above the crowd,
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.
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Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
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Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
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The sun got out of bed
Swam across the ocean
Just to shine on you today
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
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Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring.
Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;
Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;
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Mountains for my mansion
The forest for my pantry
The clouds for my carpet
The sky for my curtains
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Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
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While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
to empire
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the
mass hardens,
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The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
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They come to see us
In the company of winds and rains
Their whispers are heard
Besides the doors
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All night
On the neural paths, have rushed - shiny -
The shapes of the world, yearning for
Scepters of mountains
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The world`s great age begins anew,
The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn:
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Everybody to sleep the guard symbolizes
on his late night tour of the tombs.
When he leaves, after counting still bodies
wrapped in white sheets, when he goes,
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as the mountains echo
unsung songs
the walls of solitude
protect me
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The mountains roll, the mountains ride,
they cut a swath across the sky;
the mountains rise, the mountains drop,
if dirt gets going, it don't stop;
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Mount Kailash, The Abode of Shiva (Under the Shadow of The Mountains)

Under The Lurking Shadow of The Mountains, Snow-capped Mount Kailash and Glaciers Flowing
Under the shadow of the mountains,
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Trees and mountains
Have a thing in common
Stationary they are
True forms of patience.
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Walked up to the mountain tops
Hoping i could find solace and peace
To connect myself with the unknown
To figure out why, where and when?
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Awareness yet small and fragile riding on the shallow waters of the stream NOW in the gorge of the valley of the PRESENT between the steep and precipitous cliffs of the mountains of unknown called PAST and FUTURE in the vehicle of life that upholds all seeing the way forward toward a broadening vision of the coming gentle rolling hills that extend toward the distant horizon as this ever widening stream becomes a vast and deepening broad river formed while the mountains of the unknown erode into the sure knowledge of understanding in being value of life and all its expressions that yet still uphold and sustain as slowly all become one with the great ocean of peace and tranquility as this blending of all takes its course of leaving individual samsara behind, yet staying ever fuller till all is rejoined into the one great being ocean from which we together arise yet again to form the cloud to form the rain to form the stream in the cycle we call living beings.
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The valleys cry out my name as I strife to scrabble,
I'm in-between the hills and the mountains.
I need to rise above the wavering wind and surface,
The mighty mountains are moving;
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O Wyoming! Dear Wyoming! !
Mountains fade in blue.....

Mountains fade in blue; around prairies abound
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I remember looking at Deborah and thinking to myself…how blessed…how fortunate are we…as we drove from our cabin in the mountains…to our home down by the sea.

Blessed to have a life where, one moment, we are able to be…experiencing the majesty of the mountains…and the next…the grandeur of the sea.
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Cloudy

Wonder why felt jealous,
Jealous of the mountains,
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Mountains are awesome!
Majestic monuments like solid structures.
When I take my first step towards you,
I am filled with hopes and aspirations in life,
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