Sappy Hallmark Climbing Poem

[allthumbs]

The tallest tale can never tell

The drum of endless upward steps,

The mountains cruel exacted toll,

When wrung for air, here wretched stoops

The climber, with no cause at all.

 

For those who brave this wint'ry roof

And strive to shed the earthly mire,

Can clear their minds of care and strife,

Stand tall 'mongst giants, evermore

At peace, and stroll life's highways rough.

 

So climb if you will, life's begun

By looking well to ev'ry step,

But when the summit's last light's gone

The time has come, depart the top

To love, and life, and air again.

 

Mark Stone, March 2003

[Dru]

pseudo rhyming Hallmark card romantic poetry is crap

dude should read some Bukowski

[allthumbs]

don't bust my chops homey, I didn't write it

 

this is more my style:

 

us mountaineers we have no fears

we do not care for riches

 

we knock our cocks upon the rocks

us hearty sons a bitches

[AlpineK]

Here I sit ass a-flexen

Giving birth to another Texan

 

Now that's good poetry

[Necronomicon]

AlpineK said:

Here I sit ass a-flexen

Giving birth to another Texan

 

Now that's good poetry

 

 

YEEEEEHAAAAAW!!!

[RobBob]

AlpineK's poetry brings back memories of Austin...the first place I saw that one was in the can in the UT library.

[freeclimb9]

here's some cheery Chuck poetry for ya

 

"waiting

in a life full of little stories

for a death to come"

 

more

 

"I smoke cigarettes and drank beer

until I felt good enough to

board the bus

with the souls of all those dead

animals riding with

me;

heads would turn slightly

women would rise and move away from

me."

(kinda like riding the shuttle bus in the valley)