allthumbs Posted March 25, 2003 Share Posted March 25, 2003 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted March 25, 2003 Share Posted March 25, 2003 pseudo rhyming Hallmark card romantic poetry is crap dude should read some Bukowski Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
allthumbs Posted March 25, 2003 Author Share Posted March 25, 2003 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AlpineK Posted March 25, 2003 Share Posted March 25, 2003 Here I sit ass a-flexen Giving birth to another Texan Now that's good poetry Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necronomicon Posted March 25, 2003 Share Posted March 25, 2003 AlpineK said: Here I sit ass a-flexen Giving birth to another Texan Now that's good poetry YEEEEEHAAAAAW!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RobBob Posted March 25, 2003 Share Posted March 25, 2003 AlpineK's poetry brings back memories of Austin...the first place I saw that one was in the can in the UT library. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freeclimb9 Posted March 25, 2003 Share Posted March 25, 2003 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) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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