"Mount Corcoran" by Albert Bierstadt‘The Rocky Mountain Pines’ and Other Poetry by Blake Elliott The Society March 20, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry, The Environment The Rocky Mountain Pines Written in Rhymed couplets of Anapestic Tetrameter. In the mountains or plains, with the pine in the air, I’ll awake to the sun with a chill to compare. When I hike up a hill, with a heart full of gloom, And the trail is lined by the flowers in bloom, There is seen all of life in the contrast of sight: On the mountains so tall and the beauty so right. On the First Feast of the Pilgrims Written in Rhymed couplets of Iambic Pentameter When pleasure is pursued for pleasure’s sake, Enjoyment then becomes an empty fake. So what are we to think of feasting then? In sixteen twenty one, a year from when The Plymouth pilgrims landed on the shore, Was held a harvest celebration feast. And these were pious prudes, of pleasure poor, But from survival’s strain were they released, So they, to civilize the stressful scene Did break their habits, and did reconvene Their mental state from fierce austerity. And this besides the joy that comes from food When shared with good and cheerful company. This is the kind of change they had in mood. For every time there is a proper path, Or in a moment find a lesson’s wrath. What do we find within our term of test? Adversity of herculean height Doth take and make the soul of temper best: A mind of epicurean delight. To choose this merry mood is food for thought. We all love life, with this our heart is taught. Light Pollution Written in Catalectic Trochaic Hexameter with an aa,bb rhyming scheme See the stars that strike the soul with heaven’s light; Man could never make that source of clean delight. Animals can never sin, like man with will. Air, bespeaks of our pollutions smudges still. Compass of the Northern star that used to guide, Sense of greatness from our soul where truth’s confide, This and more we’ve lost for cell phones frosty guide. Stars are small, and we are great by spirit’s sight; Looking up we feel the might of human height, Somehow know the presence of an unearthly sprite. Now, no stars, no peaceful sleep, or memories night. Where is reminder of the season’s stubborn touch, Season’s of our life, where none forever clutch? Cease to copy fire of Olympus flame, When you shake it at the skies again, to claim We have made the same as they: the dreams of gods, All ascending us to greater heights facades. When has man without our nature found a truth? Never can we make a light without a proof, So it is that man reflects on nature’s path, This is man’s own path: from dust to loving wrath. To this end, where eyes at stars again will stare, Let us keep the lights on in a way so where Every quiet soul in solitude may mourn, Braver souls can bathe in bolder light, newborn, And remind us of eternal truths that shine Bolder wisdom than a thousand eyes enshrine. Necks were made to gaze not only on the ground, Eyes should then reflect a thousand stars around. Blake Elliott is a twenty-three-year-old college student. He speaks basic Russian, loves opera, and aspires to be a business man. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.