She stands like Everest—jaw-dropping, distant, sublime—
No timid plea will ever bridge that height.
Yet the one who climbs with tender steps and earnest heart
May trace her warmth through courage’s light.
You stumble on your words—your voice betrays your desire,
Each awkward phrase fuels your hope to try anew.
Like a climber training on icy slopes, you rise again from slip and fall,
For each earnest reach builds strength inside you.
She may seem unattainable, aloof behind her lofty snow,
Still, effort carves a pathway where affection slowly grows.
One gentle gesture after another—steady, brave, sincere—
Becomes the rope that binds your hearts in close repose.
As the mountaineer knows: summits yield to those who persist,
Each step endured, each setback met with grit.
Likewise, a heart is won not by luck—but by steadfast, caring climb,
For in love and heights alike, those who try never quit.
Ivy is a climber
She climbs up on ladders and chairs
Creeps into an empty house
And climbs its creaky stairs
She just loves climbing
And never falls
The best thing she loves to climb
Is up all garden walls
Lobster woman climber scrambled through white lily petals of joy
Their aromatic ambiance surrounded her with the means to be happy
We are waiting, the violets urged her, no longer fearful of her claws
She had been visiting them for many moons now, and she was careful.
She still has a bit of fish smell about her, the lilacs reported to the daisies.
Pollyanna-like, the daisies remained optimistic as they waited for her visit.
Atop Ole Everest
mountaineers delight
Your souls she can take
In darkness of night
Her vengeance and beauty
Are one in the same
With wildness in her
She’ll never be tame
Almost to summit
So close to her peak
Climbing on north side
Your soul she seek
Her fury has gripped you
You know you may die
You try to be fearless
But that’s just a lie
Now you test fate
Push towards her summit
With fading of light
The temperatures plummet
Zone of death
Now you prepare
No breath can you catch
Way up in thin air
Up on her summit
Can’t stay very long
For if you do
To her you’ll belong
When she makes her choice
And she chooses you
With her wrath and her fury
Not much you can do
To live or to die
Your willing to chance
Eternally tangled
Her deadly romance
Rainbow of colors
Spread wide thru her valley
Now you lay there too
And add to her talley
So before you leave
Hold your loved ones tight
For there is great chance
She claims you that night
If she is hungry
For your soul that day
They’ll already know
On her mountain you’ll stay
All night he climbs his spinal cord,
up and down he goes
a worker ant
gathering globules of memory.
The bony spine itself
offers handholds for his ghosts.
At each spinal notch
he enters the swim
of sub-osseous neural bundles.
Images are scooped up,
mixed into an alphabet soup
of alternative realities.
He climbs upward only to pause stymied
at the brains tightly packed folds
listens as an outsider
to the down-time humming
of a million closed circuitry heartbeats.
There is too much convoluted counting there,
too much to harvest in one night,
and so he travels back down the cord
to a low-clouded complexity
where shrouded stems burst open
their dark flowers
to engulf the embryonic mythologies
of sleeping giants.
In the morning
he hears himself thinking:
the thoughts are loud
they beat upon the top of his skull
like starving children
trying to escape.
Happy birthday, dear Rochelle Ann,
A climber reaches the summit;
That man makes it there in less than
Fourteen hours and a minute.
Topic: Birthday of Rochelle Ann Ebanculla (March 23)
There was this bold man, an expert climber,
followed own technique of an old timer.
It was always his call,
wife wasn’t happy at all,
for he never cared to even time her.
He once decided to go off the track,
flexing his fat body on vale and crack.
Pleased by the thrilling ride,
wife lost her words to chide,
but he slipped on steaming sweat, broke his back.
November 27, 2020
Syllable count : 10/10/6/6/10 (howmanysyllables.com)
Contest : Make Me Laugh With Some Humor-Any Form-New Poems
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
There was this man, an expert climber
Followed own technique of old timer
It was always his call
Wife wasn’t happy at all
For he would never care to time her.
He decided to go off the track
Flexing his body on vale and crack
Pleased with the thrilling ride
Wife lost her words to chide
But he slipped on the sweat, broke his back.
April 26, 2020
Syllable count : 9/9/6/6/9
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Contest : Limerick
Sponsor : Janice Canerdy
September 1, 2020
Contest : Living It Up For Laughter
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
So you call yourself a rhymer,
you’re nothing but a social climber.
I got better rhymes than you in my sleep.
If you come my way accept your defeat.
I will challenge any male or female.
You're wearing the title belt now,
but look at your opponents.
Step up to me and I will knock you out,
haven't you heard about me I got clout.
I got verses and rhymes that will make your head spin,
step in the ring with me, I know for a fact that I'll win.
I ain't what you call no chump,
you’ll fall on your rump.
Listen up you brag to much,
and I got the Midas touch.
I’m the modern day Shakespeare,
someone that you just fear.
I pack a mean punch,
I’ll send you out to lunch.
Just call me Laila Ali
“I be stinging”
And zzzz’s is what you’ll
be singing.
Good Climber Is Greatest Goal
Om my goodness and then do bless my soul,
Being good climber is Mexico's greatest goal;
Climbed right in,
Again and again;
As usual like Trump whole show they stole.
Jim Horn
He climbs up rhythmically
keeping his legs
within a ring of rope
like his life.
Intuition assures
the ripeness;
life-nut falls down
from the tree top.
Just a slip
will end in all end,
but practice
rarely slips.
Though the ways are hackneyed,
he’s honeyed and free
under his calluses.
Morrows and yesterdays,
he never climbs upon.
He hugs today, green and yellow
like the coconut tree leaves.
life is a ladder
and i am a social
climber
climbing one step
after another
but life is hard
so i have to move
faster
if i want to get
further
for the rich is
getting richer
and the poor get
poorer
even though life is
tough
and things get rough
i believe i will
make it
life will get better
for i come from
somewhere
and now i am here
this is not my
permanent place
it will not be like
this forever
so far as there is
life
there is more hope
for the future
"There is no safety this side of Death",
admonished Father Jubal.
There's a chance we've only one more breath;
I'd bet my bottom Ruble!
My iron tongue- my lying lung!
One last dirge to be sung...
But from the depths of Hell, from Heaven fell-
I have climbed up wrung for wrung!
HIGH CLIMBER
Above my sturdy maple –
By nature tree related –
A frisky, leaping fellow
Is lord of closed earth below
Wonder of agility
This sprite for all seasons
Knows not the gifts he’s bestowed
To what evolution owed
But goes daily surveying
Each frozen plot, fence, house top –
Careful descent, twist, turn -
Survival his main concern
He’s one of God’s high climbers
Instinct old as life itself
Mother Earth, then mortal man
Ascent the Creator’s plan
the mountain is high
it's filled with stones,
the rocky slope
is prone to storms...
the peak is high
but you need to climb,
hurdles are many
but you can pass them and smile..
the icy cold wind
may chill your spine,
you may feel lonely
in the tall forest of pines...
but the peak is near,
you cannot give up,
be steady and strong,
though the route is rough...
as long as you aim
to climb above,
no one can break you
so just be tough...
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