There is an old goat named Billy
who finds the altitude chilly
and with insufficient grippage
to prevent downhill slippage
may fall off the mountain but will he?
What can the light give us?
The faith to start
The courage to impart
The clarity to define
The energy to realign
The power to discover
The wisdom to uncover
The vision to seek
The strength to keep
The curiosity to inspect
The culpability to resurrect
The discretion to know
The motivation to grow
The passion to reveal
The permission to heal
What can the light give us?
Infinite altitude
climbers woo the clouds,
sky draws nigh, the mountain sighs,
view conquered, high coup
Miles are between us,
still you can’t stop chattering;
Life is such a high
caught in this cumulus drift;
Altitude I can breathe in.
To be good at what you do
you must have the wright attitude
If you put the effort in
you will go to the wright altitude
To have the skills for you to improve
you do the training that helps you move
It’s your mates who will take you afar
to show you the gate to make you a star
It’s Attitude Stupid, Not Altitude
1/30/2018
Tom
Altitude is how high you fly,
Attitude is your mindset upon returning.
The attitude of one highbrow,
Has the ability to cause chaos for the throngs.
To experience meaningful change,
Attitudes must become part the new paradigm.
Bathing in all these rays of sunshine.
Basking in light of a blue sky.
life is grand and beautiful
its feast lush and bountiful
the sun offers its caress
why be fearful of success
"Fear is a slinking cat I find beneath the lilacs of my mind." - Sophie Tunnell
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
S-un
U-ses
S-hine
A-nd
N-ice
P-erpetual
A-ltitude
S-haring
C-oolness
U-nderneath
A-new
Topic: Birthday of Susan Pascua (June 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-aze
E-agerly
A-t
H-igh
A-nd
C-lear
A-ltitude
B-eholding
A-pparent
L-ight
Topic: Birthday of Geah Acabal (May 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Happy childhood flight down the stairs for kids,
smiles a mile wide
Looking for toy surprises ...
youthful spirits soaring sky high
Joyous laughter with each gift unwrapped
Parent Santas open the door
for a sleigh runway
Flying feet on a brand new bicycle,
reaching the proper Christmas altitude
Landing gear wheels spinning
on a motion vertical
Rubber stop from the new kick heels
Christmas sonic boom delight ...
journey of love return hugs —
Angelic-winged euphoric sighs
coming back down to earth
Like a mess of hooting school kids freed for vacation,
They come honking and scolding
Long before you see them they come honking and scolding
Hidden from sight by leafy trees,
They are loudly scolding, urging, bragging,
“Get flapping”. “My turn to lead.” “Your turn to lead. “Let Fergus lead,”
I imagine.
When at last overhead I can see them and they are honking, without rhythm.
Honking, and forming lines;
A long line at first, a perfect line,
Then a splinter slides astride
And two perfect lines form, a skewered vee.
A flying wing it is now, yawing left, and then yawing right,
Sensing the wind’s direction, its velocity,
Looking for a helping wind. Looking for a lift.
And honking and scolding.
They pass behind more leafy trees and they are gone,
Still honking and scolding,
Still searching for the streaming air.
And going southward.
.
A little lesson in life for your
L earning experience, your attitude
T akes precedence to your education, plus
I n every endeavor you will find your
T houghts good or bad effect your choices
U naddressed bad thoughts, ideas, and beliefs equal
D isaster, lowering your altitude in your
E veryday, ordinary, and very common life
Sponsor: Jared Pickett
Contest: Acrostic/End-Line Word
I found the end quote but the person
did not give the author of it credit
therefore, I know not to whom to
give credit.
Written: May 05, 2014
Glittering diamond summit,was only one day away.
Genetic characteristics,now coming to the fray.
Evaluating patience and a knack for fearing fear.
Drive ice-screw into crevice with the summit drawing near.
Speculative Winter sun,in a mortuary of blue.
Everest conquered only,by the very chosen few.
Snarling pit-bull winds with oxygen levels low.
Bar-headed geese feed on climbers down below.
Months of seasoned snowfall,lies dormant up above.
Metamorphisising snowflakes,slide like a velvet glove.
Snow now starts to shift,on the angled valley floor.
The sound every climber fears,a deathly thunderous roar.
Snow is all around them as they swim to stay on top.
It hammers down the mountain-side and just doesn't stop.
Shovels,crampons,ice-picks now litter the terrain.
Hooks and pulleys mangled from the snows heavy strain.
Rejected by the mountain as they tumble to their graves.
This altitude has attitude,no fortune for the brave.
Bar-headed geese circle in the valley of the dead.
As hours go by the snow there,has turned a crimson red.
"What I do all day works..."
works much better then
"what i do all day is work".
:) WElcome in the Spring!
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