Best Climb Poems
Though dormant, your strengths are still present...
within the silky staircase of God woven DNA.
Just peel away layers of perceived weakness
climb through the fiery muck and mire...
through acidic jive-devil clawed lies.
Climb with a pickaxe of love and faith.
Shed decades of doubters and layers of deceivers.
Buoy the desperate dreamers, along the way.
Climb until ogres cannot reach your lowest high.
Until jealousy no longer bangs a cymbal against your mind.
An enriched life awaits those with fair intentions.
Climb as if every step, uplifted the heavens.
Climb until you smack your face against the stars.
Just climb.
One day I started climbing;
without question I climbed.
Until finally I had reached the peak of Mt. Everest.
I wanted to beat my breastbone
yell like Tarzan King of the Apes.
But...
I saw a tree.
IT!
was the highest peak.
I climbed.
“Ta da"!
But...
there was an escarpment,
higher.
I climbed.
Once again I...
But...
Stairs,
stairs at the end of the land.
I climbed
Reached the top of the stairs.
But...
I saw a huge bird.
“I can go higher” I told myself.
I reached up with my arms,
miraculously the bird accepted my hands.
We reached the space beyond Earth's pull;
there my magical friend released me.
I kept floating up
until I reached a tunnel in space,
a hole on an incline that led up.
I climbed!
For an eternity,
maybe longer.
The higher I got...
nothing.
An enormous amount of nothing.
I was going nowhere and I was doing it in record time.
Then...
Then I stopped.
I mean I hit the brakes,
reflected on my journey.
The wildlife?
Had I done damage?
The escarpment?
What was the vegetation,
were there flowers?
I should of gone barefoot felt the land under my feet;
smelled the coffee.
Were those really stairs I climbed?
Was it friends and associates I was stepping on?
I opened my eyes.
The climb was like trying to walk to the end of the horizon.
All leading to more vast “I don’t know what” but definitely up.
“No!” I said aloud.
“So what!” I whispered.
So...
I slid down the best slide you ever saw.
I felt like a child again,
I could see, smell, feel and hear,
I could taste the sweetness of freedom in the air.
I love sweets.
So...
Now, back to my land
I plant myself firmly.
I am one with all,
a Giant Redwood surrounded by other Redwoods.
I am at peace.
Here, at the bottom of everything is my highest point.
I bask in the heat of the sun.
Feed from the richness of the land.
Drink the cold water gifted to me by the skies above.
What an incredible sense of strength I feel
comfortable in my own bark.
Just happy to be rooted.
Now...
I am the smallest tree
But...
growing.
Fulfilled,
satisfied just “to be”!
09/20/2014
When life gives you all you need
And you fly to the highest altitude,
Before you run out oxygen
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.
When life withholds all you need
And you start to get an attitude,
Before you drown in despair
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.
When you don't live up to your own standards
Give yourself some latitude,
And walk your way out of depression, and
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.
When you're losing your direction
And noise replaces your solitude,
Walk back to the peace and still, and
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.
When you feel you can't get lower
Just remember His beatitudes,
It's the humble that inherits all things, so
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.
Bone chilled, numb fingers
fight to clench the precipice
in frigid, thin air
against the restless mountains
he releases his burdens.
Written on 5/26/2016
Up early and off to school I must go
Full of pep and not too slow,
That was then when I was young
This is now a new age I have begun,
How I hate them as I climb out of bed
Early mornings are for the dead,
Unreasonable I must seem
Unyieldingly demanding where is my coffee cream,
But I did love them bed and pillow
Seems so long ago I dreamed of an armadillo,
Now they‘re ruthless dreams
I just can’t do them with ice cream,
I’m now past my prime teens.
8-23-2019 "for contest COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier"
Often your tasks will be many,
and more than you think you can do
often the road will be rugged
and the hills insurmountable too.
But always remember,
the hills ahead
are never as steep as they seem
and with Faith in your heart
start upward
and climb til' you reach your dream.
For nothing in life that is worthy
is never to hard to achieve
if you have the courage to try it
and you have the Faith to believe.
For faith is a force that is greater
than knowledge or power or skill,
and many defeats turn to triumph
if you trust in God's wisdom and will.
For faith is a mover of mountains
There's nothing that God can't do
so start out today with faith in your heart
and climb til' you reach your dream.
pumping red rivers
traveling through tiny tunnels
of life ticking away
slowly stirring
yielding a promise known but unseen
many hope to survive to see
yet scared to know
the truth it holds
bending, stretching
hold out your hand
open your heart
believe in the future of your soul
overcome, jump those hurdles
reach out, grab but don't let go
of your love for God and Jesus
of your love for every little thing
meant to be
step aside for avalanches
then continue to climb
to achieve your soul's purpose
live the life
meant to be real -
a life lived with love and kindness
a life with God and Jesus
What will we do, how bad will this get?
Are we up for the task, is our future now set?
Will this virus be the end, will it spark a new beginning?
How will mankind play, the bottom of the ninth inning?
Over population was bound to take its toll.
It's time we come together, we all have one common goal.
We need to figure this out, this is where we reside.
This planet is our home, we can't let it die.
The media controls our hopes and they also control our fears.
They can build us up or they can knock us down in tears.
We need common sense and truth, proper guidance in this new time.
We now have before us, a new mountain to climb.
There is a hill of grass and fern
I walked it as a boy and still,
Those well worn tracks that twist and turn
Impart to me that childhood thrill.
In amongst the fern, the sheep
Spend the day neath sunlit skies,
They graze away, or mayhaps sleep
Ignoring me, as I pass by.
Effortless it is not,
Yet worthy aye, the time.
Think not only of the top,
The joy is in the climb.
Guess she was blind
Not even
Glancing at her
Own reflection
But at everything
Everyone else
Just kept
Looking beyond the horizon
Not the ground she’s standing on
That’s not her
Not her own
Forgetting
The promises
She made to herself
The morals
She bond to herself
Just blindly
Into nowhere
Just when
You get somewhere
It’s not over
There’s another
Mountain
To climb
Another
River
To cross
Find yourself
To only
Lose yourself
Again
To find yourself
On higher ground
To reach
The higher summits
Hold on
To you
Hold on
Never let go
How can you love
Another
When you’ve lost yourself
It’s the climb that makes the difference
Though the journey’s yet far to go,
A beam of light shines through the tunnel
Freedom cry, that’s all there is to know.
I can almost see it, and my heart pounds,
And skip a beat. Drown the voices negative
Echo, fast and long brush through your mind.
Hurdle after hurdle, leaves all your troubles behind
This isn’t about how fast I’ll get there
Neither about what awaits me then,
It’s the climb, and my perseverance to the end
One mountain after another, rivers deep
And valley’s wide. It’s the climb the
Final outcome, when the journey is complete.
It’s the climb not the finish, it’s the joy
Of reaching to the end. Having overcome
Life’s obstacles, the climb ‘twill be worth
It all my friend.
Those who climb mountains
live forever
unless they fall.
They only drink icicle drip
and chew thorns.
Their soles are like thin mattresses
that are well used.
They breathe tinted air,
unfiltered.
Over and over again
the hill is calling.
No obstacle is too long.
They are blind
except by instinct.
A raptor circles, catching a thermal.
The climber would mount one
and ride higher
if he could.
A rock falls from its place
and like a seesaw
lifts the hikers.
Always there is imagination.
Always there is a goal.
Sky is no limitation.
Her imagination is married
to her distant goal.
Rules are broken here:
no time for fooling.
They are reaching,
reaching,
Like shoppers wanting stacked goods
on a high shelf.
The eagle flies in the day;
the climbers never stop.
Mountaineers are like people,
colorful as the Swiss.
Their cheeks glow like tomatoes.
Their toenails are steep.
Finally the launch is ready
and all who climb
drift down again.
Diogenes sought an honest man,
appalled by Man's path to destruction.
And searched Athens by lantern at night,
casting light on lies and corruption.
He concluded his search was fruitless;
integrity could be sold and bought.
And Man's willingness to sell His soul;
proved an honest man was vainly sought.
When the hungry specter of greed feeds,
its appetite offers no relief.
And circumvents inconvenient truths;
under the guise of a shared belief.
Man's conscience can discern right from wrong;
yet His morals fell short over time.
And after having fallen so far,
He's corrupt and reluctant to climb.
No amount of sleep can prepare
parents of grown children
the sleepless nights just begin
the minute they leave for them
Morning found me weary yet sane
with three of four the ones to blame
the oldest called just out of the blue
his tears were real his words were true
My daughter wants a child of her own
nothing will ever happen no fault of ever shown
her tears are real and they are true
only God can see this through
My dear Saw man how I love you
just like I was in so many truths
young, beautiful, and full of sass
with more burdens than he will admit, that last and last
My night I spent on my knees
praying for God to grace them with all his mercy
then by seven the phone did ring
their daddy calling to check on me
For the first time in 26 years I broke down into tears
I raised my babies all alone he was surely never home
so he took my words in love and truth
and made some calls to his children too
As he says to me in the afternoon,
this will only get harder with each new moon
raising children is not a mere 18-21 years
it is for as long as mom and dad sweat blood and tears
The Climb
You've heard it said before somewhere
of things that you go through.
I wonder if to hear once more
you might believe it's true.
Like the piano is to music,
like the words to some old rhyme.
God won't make a mountain
that He won't help you climb.
So when you're feeling like you're lost
and you feel so all alone.
Your heart is broke in pieces
and you're chilled right to the bone.
There's no one there beside you
and there's nowhere you can turn.
You're all out of options
and no bridges left to burn.
You lost a loved one on the way
they're every thing that mattered.
Someone broke your heart again
and all your dreams have shattered.
Hope is all but lost it seems,
your faith is almost gone.
You don't think you can make it,
you're just barely hanging on.
Like the piano is to music,
like the words in some old rhyme.
God won't make a mountain
that He won't help you climb.
Edwin C Hofert