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weezy

climber
Feb 16, 2013 - 01:55am PT
i think i'm pickin up what yer settin down, mouse.

i like serrations, they make nice traverses.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 16, 2013 - 02:12am PT
In order to make a nice traverse
You should be able to climb.
In order to make a nice-sounding verse
Doesn't require sublime.
All it requires is time.

And recursions.

But first I should seek an incursion
It's not a real nasty perversion.
It's just something I'm immersed in.
And on and on an on an on an on like a long long Journey song

Or a hike down the Muir Trail.

Anastasia

climber
Home
Feb 16, 2013 - 02:38am PT
I hear the creak of my bones
with my desire to touch my toes
and at the distance I'm reaching
it's turning into a bad idea

but I am here
I've joined a gym!
to wheeze away to the music
as another middle ager
lost in battle

yet still an anomaly
I am not fantasizing about another life
I'm remembering

and as I giggle from the memories
I touch my toes
feeling them wiggle

just a little sign
that this remains interesting
here we go




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 22, 2013 - 08:30pm PT
I forget the name of this work. It had "Poetry" in the title as well as in the image.



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 5, 2013 - 11:05am PT
The Beautiful Poem
by Richard Brautigan

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking
about you.
Pissing a few monents ago
I looked down at my penis
affectionately.
Knowing it has been inside
you twice today makes me
feel beautiful.

3 A.M.
January 15, 1967
http://www.redhousebooks.com/galleries/freePoems/beautiful.htm

The Beautiful Poem 2018
by Jim Donini

I go to bed in Wawona thinking
about you.

Pissing for a half hour a few minutes ago
I looked down at my climbing rack
with great affection.

Knowing it has been inside
you twice today makes me
feel oh so beautiful.



Climb the gates of hell.
You fell. If yer gonna die
Do it in the sky.







mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 5, 2013 - 01:19pm PT
The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster

When you take your pill
it´s like a mine disaster.
I think of all the people
lost inside you


French Free versus the Hateful Mime Disaster

When you pull on your pro
it's like the Springhill Mime Disaster.
Words cannot express how I feel
about my sense of shame-on-you.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 9, 2013 - 01:06am PT

The Old Climbing Poet’s Shoes

Old guys In disguise
Ode guys In da skies
Eau de guys In dees guys


Oh, guys...
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Mar 13, 2013 - 10:57am PT
Praying

It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

~ Mary Oliver ~

(Thirst)
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Mar 14, 2013 - 12:26pm PT
Har har, eKat!!! Love puns, the worse the better for some reason!

A string walks into a bar and asks for a drink. The bartender says, "You'll have to leave, we don't serve string here."

The string goes outside and twists himself around and gets all tangled and frayed. He goes back into the bar and asks for another drink.

The bartender says, "Aren't you the string I just kicked out of here?"

The string says, "I'm afraid not."

Eric
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Mar 14, 2013 - 12:27pm PT
seeker of truth

follow no path
all paths lead where

truth is here

~ e. e. cummings ~
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 14, 2013 - 12:57pm PT
You can lead that hen to water but just try to spread her eggs.
--one disgruntled c*#k to another, somewhere in the headwaters of a wild river, maybe in Alaska

Okay, it was f*#king George Carlin said it.

Okay, "...in the headwaters of a f*#king clean wild river, maybe in Arizona."

Okay, "male salmon."
Norwegian

Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
Mar 14, 2013 - 02:05pm PT
words are ammunition
in the war on silence.

but like all wars,
this war is unwarranted.

silence is intimidating in it's ultimate stillness.
thus we have deemed it our enemy,
and with our diction,
we assault the passive squatter.

a blank sheet is intimidating in it's ultimate clarity.
thus we have deemed it our enemy,
and with our prose,
we assault the poetic void,
forcing ourselves upon it.

raping it until it unwillingly
bears our future.
Anastasia

climber
Home
Mar 14, 2013 - 02:25pm PT
A white robe to set you free
with no one above but that of your faith
what is hidden in your mind
the jewels of love, or is it the dirt of pride
for humility can hide a man who feels superior
in this world...
how many wrongs do the righteous yield
here we the masses wait by the side of the road
with our beggar's cups
we wait for you...
Will you come to serve
or do you wait for us to serve you
that is my biggest question

Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Mar 15, 2013 - 02:32pm PT
Very good eKat, Norwegian, Anastasia, all in quite different ways, but ways necessary to our sustenance!

Eric
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Mar 15, 2013 - 02:33pm PT
Dedicated to the Taconians emerging from deep hibernation and cabin fever:

What the Day Gives

Suddenly, sun. Over my shoulder
in the middle of gray November
what I hoped to do comes back,
asking.

Across the street the fiery trees
hold onto their leaves,
red and gold in the final months
of this unfinished year,
they offer blazing riddles..

In the frozen fields of my life
there are no shortcuts to spring,
but stories of great birds in migration
carrying small ones on their backs,
predators flying next to warblers
they would, in a different season, eat.

Stunned by the astonishing mix in this uneasy world
that plunges in a single day from despair
to hope and back again, I commend my life
to Ruskin's difficult duty of delight,
and to that most beautiful form of courage,
to be happy.

~ Jeanne Lohmann ~

(The Light of Invisible Bodies)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 15, 2013 - 04:33pm PT
mighty n sight full, u b n i c e

Howl, dance, give, learn.
Dance, howl, learn to give.
To do all these you need to live.
Karma is the thing you earn.
-the bacwords poet

Irish Poets’ Society

Lord Tennyson
Couldn’t be one.
We’re sorry, mun,
You’re out. We’re done.

C B Low
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 16, 2013 - 02:44am PT
CHICKEN WAFFLES

A small fold of skin
Hangs beneath my chin

Some folks call it a turkey wattle
My girl calls it a chicken waffle

Cuz when her daddy climbs
He climbs so awful!

Pee U!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 19, 2013 - 04:41pm PT
Honoring Deaf, Dumb, and Dumber Than You Can Conceive (but try) people who find it difficult to communicate, and I don't mean Luke Jackson.

This mouth is GRAIN IJURY AWARENESS MONTH.

Thank you, neebee geebee!!!

So Messed Up Thou Cannot Speaketh

A degree of sensitivity
Result of brain activity
Words can’t tell me
What thee can see
The words won’t come out easily
And if they come out at all from thee
They’re garbled.

How it must feel to agree or disagree
Is an irrelevancy
Whether you agree or disagree is even mooter
But I’m by your side, I’m your rooter
No one could see this better than you
But we are deprived of your point of view
And it’s the world’s loss.

Thou could be Remembrandt in there for all they care.

Alas, sometimes time is not our own to use
To ourselves is left the course to choose.
Awareness is as awareness does
If in the future it is your cuz
Sitting helpless to convey
What it is he'd like to say
You may the better to prepare
By trying to become aware
And thus share
What silence means to those who suffer in it.



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 19, 2013 - 07:00pm PT
I Know Why the Dead Skulls Smile

I know why the dead skulls smile
though their humor's out of style.
I know why they bare their dentures,
Laughing at the living's ventures.

Is it odd the dead are laughing
at the world's choreographing?
Chicken-like we run our races,
never slowing breakneck paces.

We all die; it's life's common goal.
It's people's fate pole to pole.
I know that the skulls laugh at us
who can't accept death without fuss.
--Megin Bevis

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 20, 2013 - 09:19am PT
It's a cold world
blinding light, ceaseless challenge
so saith RR

Once heard some joker
tell me the punch line of an old
Sherry Anderson

Sheridan's nature
was ineffably funny*
whatever that means

He didn't need one
If he just drew he'd manage
to get us the point

It's not that dang hard
to make people laugh when they
see themselves fly fish

or rock climb or ski
go surfing, juggle, slackline
or hop on one leg

We are simply boys
having fun with our new toys
Sometimes we make noise

On belay Berg heil
He's the man who all the while
sardonical with guile

made us laugh so hard
we forgot for the moment




















































































we're all gonna die

*so saith Tami
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