"Wake within the Rose Wilderness,"
with the sky of pinks as this day closes.
"I beseech the sun to undress the stars,"
as the moon comes over the crest.
"If I am your refrain, let my name burn,"
in the morning light as the sun climbs out of bed.
"Tortured by the taste of Touch,"
today will the hot sun burn me once more?
"What is a ripple without its rhythm?"
Like the daily sun without the nightly moon.
Poignant
Poignant is not a word
but theater every day.
It's the sweetest act most hidden
from the one who wrote the play.
Packaged in small to medium
it often goes unseen; never
tedium to the driven
who would rather climb than dream.
In speeches, books and interviews
of noted women and men,
Poignant never comes to mind
until they reach the end.
A windy blow
uphill all the way
dog running ahead
we are going somewhere
we are going to the edge
to the edge of a steepness
Climb dog climb
we are both pulling at a leash
mine is long and inelastic
dog has a bone in her soul
she won't let it go
I got a rope for my life
in case that life gets stuck
on a ledge
or in case it doesn't
Blow wind blow
my darling is dead
the howl in my head
keeps me doggedly panting
Dog looks back
deep brown eyes
wide
the dead
see the top of every climb
see beyond
She is a ghost in my mind
dog will go no further
she sees the yonder
her concerned bark
a warning
about the rope
the end of my rope
I am climbing the ladder of life, one step at a time
Sometimes, so slow I come to a halt
Rocks from all directions hurl me to the asphalt
It seems like with each step up I go two steps down
If there was an ocean below me, I’d surely drown
I’ve climbed this ladder many times before
At the top is an array of open doors of temptations to explore
One true door I must choose
I don’t want to lose
How many times must I attempt this climb?
My ladder is growing unsteady and weak
My legs are weary, and my tears begin to streak
I want to give up badly, but I must maintain
Thoughts of failure and defeat invade my brain
However, I will continue to climb, there is no doubt
Until I give in or my heart gives out
But until the moment that God calls me home
Still, I climb and climb, one rung at a time
the click-clack climb, breathless pause of
reaching so high then... falling in love
If your choice is to climb the higher hill
You’ll need more supplies and a stronger will
For as you climb supplies will diminish
And some will be needed when you finish
If you’re looking for fun and a small thrill
You’ll find it better to choose a small hill
Choose one you can top in just a short span
With several trails up you won’t need a plan
Remember to stop if you need a rest
It isn’t a race and sure not a test
Also remember to take you a snack
Or you will get hungry when you start back
For those that went higher you paid your due
You topped the high hill you get the best view
Be Told
What worth a thousand
Can't be attained with hundreds
To know the degree
You must measure
To get to the top of a tree
You have to climb it.
Stay bold
If you're working on it
It will surely work out
When you give it your all
There must be an outcome
Even if not immediately but it's certain.
Take hold
A race can never be won
By standing
When the pistol
Had been fired
If you don't begin
You will never get to the endpoint.
L-ife
O-ften
V-eils
E-very
L-uminous
Y-ear's
J-oyful
O-utlook,
Y-et
N-ever
A-bandons
V-ital
A-wakening
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Lovely Joy Nava)
Dirty and cheap at the same time.
Like mountains you can die climbing.
Got dirty (didn’t pay much) and still died.
So the mountain outnumbers us.
Someone like me who is cheap.
And likes to cheap out.
Does not possess much.
Except the weird map.
If I get up there.
Like a podium, but it’s too cold.
I would fly into the air.
As the avalanche chases me.
Recklessly eating all the rations.
As if I’m hiding them from my partners.
But no one ever follows me.
And my stingy path.
I got blood from a cut and dirt all over the snow.
Everything like that gets covered up by the Agents.
I could have bought a satellite phone.
Phone, phone, phone…
You can live really cheaply.
Or die just as cheaply.
Get discovered one day.
But it always snows again.
A tall tree I did climb,
on a bet of a dime.
Baby Bear said it was funny,
it was not for the big money.
The limb broke what a crime.
Climb Mountains
Shifting-Waters
Grateful-Deliverer
Beautiful-Skys
Healthy-Life
Old-Soul
Have-Control
Through-Patience
Stay-Influenced
New-Door
Brighter-Future
Climb-Mountains
Over-Abundents
Lost-Found
Music-Sound
Open-Minded
Shine-Bright
Vivid-Pictures
Bridge-Builder
Faith-Believer
Humble-Forever
Confidence-Alive
Suffer-Survive
When life brings us what it brings us
We must never ignore the option of UP
Look up
Get up
Stand up
Sit up
Climb up
Lift up
Firm up
Rise up
Step up
Rouse up
Stir up
Move up
Scale up
Gather up
Regardless of what life brings us
Recovery follows when we explore the option of UP
When you reach
the top of the mountain
remember it is not about the mountain
It is about the legs that did not fail you
It is about the sun that lit your way
It is about the wind that served your momentum
It is about the focus that empowered your stay
It is about the lesson that cleared your vision
It is about the bruise that made you strong
It is about the hand that nurtured your decision
It is about the rain that taught your heart a song
When you reach
the top of the mountain
remember it is not about the mountain
The Wall
I look down from atop the wall—I am overwhelmed
fear paralyzes me—the challenge is too much
but I cannot stay here—life moves along
go says the voice in my head—my hands will not obey
Finish first, but leave your teammates in distress.
We all rise the same, one foot at a time,
Shaking off the morning’s disheveled grime.
Groggy, moody, still weary from sleep
Last night felt like a flash, fleeting, yet deep.
But here we are, ready to begin,
Stepping into the world we know, braving the din.
Some have coffee, some sip their tea,
Others are fasting, or enjoying breakfast, carefree.
Many hit the gym, pushing their limit before the grind,
While others save the sweat for the day's unwind.
It’s a choice, your rhythm, your time to decide,
But the instinct is there, a force we can’t hide.
Our minds feed on the motion, the drive to pursue,
You know you must do it there’s a calling for you.
Up and up, we climb ever higher,
Fueled by purpose, ignited by fire.
It’s no longer about us, it’s the vision we share
A world of endless possibilities laid bare.
Algorithms and equations, new rules to define,
No limits exist for what we can design.
Through the grind, the push, the ever-growing strive,
We transcend the norm, we thrive, we arrive.
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