From this mountaintop
Like tropical fish
In the sea of the sky
They used to float
Into the arms of the wind
Hanging below
Brightly coloured membranes
They thrilled
Some said they kissed the clouds
Some said they saw angels
Gliding on the thermals
They soared like eagles
Rising falling rising
Circling in silence
Above the emerald fields
Where soon they would alight
The emerald fields are gone
Replaced by simmering blacktop
Industrial complexes
And warehouses
Witnesses to the progress
Of men
THANKS FOR ALERTING ME ABOUT SOMETHING I JUST HAVE NEVER BEEN INTO APPRECIATING. SO, I GOOGLED...AND I LOVED THIS SHARING, REGIS, WAS DELIGHTED TO KNOW THAT THE ART OF HAND GLIDING IS STILL ALIVE AND WELL. (https://www.ushpa.org/page/competition-calendar) OF COURSE, CORONA HAS SHUT DOWN A LOT OF THE ACTIVE PARTICIPATION AT THIS TIME, BUT THEY ARE STILL THERE! ENJOYED! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
A sad commentary on a world speeding toward self destruction in the name of 'progress'. If even the kites cannot soar, where else will the hawks and the eagles go? Many thanks for this piece Reg. Blessings and peace my friend.
It's sad when sprawling suburbia and the grind of the industrial complex takes away from the natural beauty of the landscape. Often we just don't realize what we've lost until it is gone. Nicely done!
yes, it is harder to find places to fly kites. But parks are where I took my kids and I can't wait until to take my granddaughter. I love flying kites. What a wonderful bunch of memories. Awesome write. Liz
YUKkk that sucks!
but you wrote of beautiful memories Reg, with the imagery
you BLESSED us with!
Such stark vivid imageries I could see, as they floated
above you and me
while we watched in wonder
there magificent splendor
the memories will live on
as we will smile...
WRITE-ON!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Lady Soulful SHEExooo
STay Positive1
SEE! I needed a Reg Fix, and I'm getting it, hope you wrote more - my heart and eyes will again explore! Enjoy! Your day Reg, in the Sun or shade!
Reviewed by Miriam Dufer (Reader)
Reviewed on August 18, 2008
A step forward yet two steps back. This poem reminds me of the yearning for a simple and natural life, free from the distractions we call progress. Great writing!
So many green places are no more. We see that here as strip mining and strip malls blanket the land. Love your vivid imagery. Thanks so much for your comments on my work as well. I will check in often.
Your poem shows joy turned to the stark reality of man's "progressive" mark of change on the natural landscape. I've seen the same thing here where live. It has been a rural community, even the little town, for its whole life until recently when suddenly commerce is moving in, stores, shops, apartment buildings strung out like beehives and new homes dotting the landscape for the people moving in. It is really sad.
Reviewed by S H (Reader)
Reviewed on August 15, 2008
I like that Regis and thank you for always editing my spelling LOL!
Yes, change isn't always good, when it depletes our world of its natural beauty. I love the last line. As always, your words have power! Thank you, Regis!
Sad and maddening. . .but who was it said, "If somehow I have made someone in some small way happy, then it's all been worth it." -?
In no small way, you make me happy. Time after time! Quick peek at your glowing reviews shows that you do the same for countless others.
SOAR, man, SOAR !! Love Beyond the Beyond, Phyllis
Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)
Reviewed on August 13, 2008
Regis ,
You remain to be an outstanding talent of healthy wholesome topics and a truly blessed Gifted form of written expression.
There hasn't been anything Of yours I have ever read that you have written that I did not really love it.
Be Blessed always with wholesome and healthy true joy',
Peace',
Richard Criso
Reg a write that leaves us with fond memories of the beauty that once soared in the sky. I honestly believe all of this building, an developing is destroying the environment and the beauty we only remember.
-- "they soar no more", is mute testament to the avorice with which developers have sought the destruction of our environ -- they loom as a plague upon our environment -- beautifully descriptive poem with great creativity -- God bless -- JMW
"They paved paradise and put up a parking lot"--Joni Mitchell--1970
Nothing has changed in 4 decades.
As the city encroaches on my 60 year old home, this story is sad but true.
--RaeLynn
And they call that progress Reg. Progress is man's way of saying "destroy the trees and the meadows, and build 6 lane highways and tall skyscrapers." It is very sad when people have to stop their recreation because a developer or a city wants to "improve" the area. In Milwaukee in 1959 they tore out our zoo and a part of the park just for a freeway extension. They built a new zoo out in Wauwatosa, and now they charge a fortune just to go to see the animals. That is what they call progress. Anyway thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Two friends and I were approaching a mountain peak at over 9,000 feet when I heard this sound. Looking up I saw the wings and the man wrapped in what looked like a sleeping bag, a coocon, beaneath. We watched him circle and catch an updraft. That's when he sailed out over the Southern California desert. My friends and I watched him until he was lost to our sight. That's the memory this poem brought to the surface. Vivid.
"The emerald fields are gone
Replaced by simmering blacktop
Industrial complexes"
must've been a beautiful sight... I clicked on it thinking you were talking of a different species. Given what you poem says, "they" too may soar no more for much longer.
Mr. Ed has a similar "mountaintop" elegy I read
Good one...michael
Though I saw some beautiful film of the English countryside
recently (but it may have been a studio lot), I suppose we and those who follow must look beyond your mountaintop to some yet to be
charted world out there that may still invite us to soar with the angels (if only in the mind). -gene.
Oh, yeah! Ain't we a wonderment, with our technology and our imitation world? Good write, Reg...I can identify with it fully...there has to come a time when people see that our world is not the real world...and it keeps going on around us (the real world), waiting for us to go away...
Soft blessings to you and yours, good man,
Jim
Hello There Regis :)
I am surrounded by corn fields as you know :) so I have alot of green out here in the flat lands...we have those motorized gliders that "putt putt" in the sky, the dude always waves at me :)
But alas...the "simmering blacktop" has replaced many a harvest feild of Mothers Emerald Treasury....we are so self destructive within our modern advancements & improvements...
Much Love To You & Happiness To Glide You Into The Empyreal Soul of The Celestial Heavens
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie xo
I remember those days, when I lived on a mountain and the hang gliders jumped from the ledge above, how I miss those idyllic moments when the colors glided across the sky. Wonderful write Regis.
Hi Reg...isn't it amazing how your poem drew so much from so many! We all were drawn to the reality of what is and what was.... Many of the comments stated how they missed the green,(and I am very guilty of the same!) while others were reminded of the asphalt, with brick & mortar... Our children are missing out on those lovely times; yet they won't even miss what they never knew! I sure don't miss those covered wagons and wearing those hot, bulky clothes making my tush even bigger...and I sure don't miss alot of other things that I never saw or experienced....There are so many of us now near the same age that we truly do know how beautiful this country was before progress took us over....yet... imagine what we will see when we too will soar the skies with our Creator...and have all the gold and green and water and sweet gentle breezes.... You hit home REG....nostalgic for sure... lindalaw
Regis,
Just yesterday, I was traveling with a family member for lunch, "admiting" all of the new business complexes and commenting about how, soon, trees will be a thing of the past. It is sad to think about and as hot as it is, here, we need the trees for shade.
Where I live now, it seems as though there are more banana plants than actual trees, anyhow. It's sad and in that regard, I miss Ohio.
I hope that man can ever take over Paradise because him will convert it in an enormous asphalt paved parking lot, for a Big Mall? no, he has no the brain to think so far ahead.
I'm moving back to Indiana for the very reasons you eloquently stated this piece Reg...to get away from progress and find more reasons to get up and smile in the morning. I believe that mankind can often be his own worst enemy. Well done! Love you, Michelle
P.S. My email will remain the same, despite the move from Florida to Indiana so be in touch ok?
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on August 2, 2008
Beautiful writing sweet man,enjoyed very much...have a wonderful and safe day ...Hugs
Beautifully written poem of yet more of the beauty of our countries lost to cement and blacktop. Is it a wonder we have drastic climate changes? Every event such as this is damaging to our earth - THANKS, Reg, for sharing with us in your noble way...
Blessings and Love - Micke
Great poem. It is sad that another piece of nature would be paved over. What choice do we have? As long as people keep making more and more babies...more and more of nature will be turned into concrete.
I love to watch the hang gliders as they silently circle and ride the thermals like a majestic eagle. When I lived in Southern California, there were always a lot of them where ever there were safe winds that didn't curl back into the mountain and a nice meadow to land in. I took one tandem flight and was terrified, so it was, perhaps, the shortest flight in history. Nice images in this piece, Regis. It is always sad when blacktop replaces fields. It is generally called progress, but I wonder how far mankind can progress without peaceful spots of nature to ground his soul, in a world that is spinning out of control.
Take care,
Sherry
Regis,
Excellent poetry, my friend. They call it progress. As for me, I'd much rather watch the 'seekers of the angels' soaring above us. Its a beautiful sight.
'In the sea of the sky'.....'Into the arms of the wind'....'Some said they kissed the clouds'.....'The seekers of angels they soar no more'-----------BEAUTIFUL, I LOVE THIS SENTENCES!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)
Reviewed on August 2, 2008
Great write Reg...sad commentary on mankind's destructive nature.
Depth perception of reality. Now the horizon is separated by land and sky of corporate America and business interlopers vs. the environmentalist from the bough of an evergreen where the eagles birthed and lumberman saw a more utilitarian beauty in the resources when they clear-cut the habitat bald...old-day photographs are what preserve the story for this generation and the next generation to teach the marvels and appreciate the free land the way it was. They Soar No More has a powerful presence, such as when the Mayflower Pilgrims reached their wild beauty spot centuries ago when the land was pristine...be well, Regis.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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Take care Tony
Sincerely,
Regino
I witness the angels also! thanks for your talent
and poetry!
Descripted with penned excellence . . . first rate!
Best wishes,
Lance
All my best,
Mark
but you wrote of beautiful memories Reg, with the imagery
you BLESSED us with!
Such stark vivid imageries I could see, as they floated
above you and me
while we watched in wonder
there magificent splendor
the memories will live on
as we will smile...
WRITE-ON!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Lady Soulful SHEExooo
STay Positive1
SEE! I needed a Reg Fix, and I'm getting it, hope you wrote more - my heart and eyes will again explore! Enjoy! Your day Reg, in the Sun or shade!
In no small way, you make me happy. Time after time! Quick peek at your glowing reviews shows that you do the same for countless others.
SOAR, man, SOAR !! Love Beyond the Beyond, Phyllis
You remain to be an outstanding talent of healthy wholesome topics and a truly blessed Gifted form of written expression.
There hasn't been anything Of yours I have ever read that you have written that I did not really love it.
Be Blessed always with wholesome and healthy true joy',
Peace',
Richard Criso
Chrissy
Nothing has changed in 4 decades.
As the city encroaches on my 60 year old home, this story is sad but true.
--RaeLynn
Pamela
Sheila
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Replaced by simmering blacktop
Industrial complexes"
must've been a beautiful sight... I clicked on it thinking you were talking of a different species. Given what you poem says, "they" too may soar no more for much longer.
Mr. Ed has a similar "mountaintop" elegy I read
Good one...michael
John
recently (but it may have been a studio lot), I suppose we and those who follow must look beyond your mountaintop to some yet to be
charted world out there that may still invite us to soar with the angels (if only in the mind). -gene.
Love, Christine
Such a beautiful tribute to more disappearing wildlife. It's such a shame.
Much love,
Mary
Janet xoxoxo
Soft blessings to you and yours, good man,
Jim
Love TinkaSweets
I am surrounded by corn fields as you know :) so I have alot of green out here in the flat lands...we have those motorized gliders that "putt putt" in the sky, the dude always waves at me :)
But alas...the "simmering blacktop" has replaced many a harvest feild of Mothers Emerald Treasury....we are so self destructive within our modern advancements & improvements...
Much Love To You & Happiness To Glide You Into The Empyreal Soul of The Celestial Heavens
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie xo
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Just yesterday, I was traveling with a family member for lunch, "admiting" all of the new business complexes and commenting about how, soon, trees will be a thing of the past. It is sad to think about and as hot as it is, here, we need the trees for shade.
Where I live now, it seems as though there are more banana plants than actual trees, anyhow. It's sad and in that regard, I miss Ohio.
Jill
Georg
P.S. My email will remain the same, despite the move from Florida to Indiana so be in touch ok?
Larry
Blessings and Love - Micke
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Sandie May :(
the destruction of man happens every second
stay safe Regis
Take care,
Sherry
Excellent poetry, my friend. They call it progress. As for me, I'd much rather watch the 'seekers of the angels' soaring above us. Its a beautiful sight.
Blessings,
~Linda
(((HUGS))) et amour, ton ami dans Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Be always safe,
Karen
Love,
Sage