A thousand ships through the dark nights sail,
to mysterious lands and adventurous trails.
With a thirst for life, I cannot rest,
when one is finished, there comes another quest.
I travel many paths into the unknown,
with each path completed, I know I’ve grown.
Though dangers lurk at most every turn,
I sense I’m protected; I have no concern.
I try new things all the time,
I’ve never seen a mountain I’d not try to climb.
Life is for living so bring it on,
I’ve never been broken except for a bone.
I’ll keep on a traveling across the seven seas,
Enjoying the adventure, and the ocean’s breeze.
My kitty, Harry climbs tall red brick walls,
alarmed, I could not believe my eye balls;
while I trim roses climbing,
up, up with perfect timing,
in the garden- he leaps and never falls !
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light pink suit
splatters of blood
secret service men climbing into motorcade
Dallas Texas
November 22, 1963
some of us will never be the same
Courage was what fueled Nkrumah’s flame
Loyal he stood through storm and shame
Integrity carved in his every stride
Memorable his name will not subside
Beyond doubt Ghana’s finest head
In spirit and in stories still widespread
Never bowed to foreign hands
Ghana as Africa lost a visionary leader.
Generations rise on what he gave
Hope reborn from the hearts of the brave
Ashanti drums still beat his praise
Nation proud through darkest days
Africa’s light in Ghana lamp.
I've carried time like a coffin — an eternity.
Feels heavier than dark gravity
Devotion that cruel peculiarity;
in me, it shattered — clarity
now it's just deathly polarity.
Structured, then... infirmity
Silence bloated with verbosity!
Thank you expendability
to reach low generality;
close my chest cavity
With immensurability,
blessed by fate's absurd
decree I kiss the
edge of certainty.
My unthinkability —
death offers no pity,
It's just a bullet
labeled tragedy.
To me...
Finally
We used to climb up the round metal fire escape at Columbus School
This was Chariton Iowa, where no one saw or cared
A summer morning was the perfect time to do this
Before the sun heated the tube up, making it unbearable on our bare feet
I loved tall trees
with smooth bark
and branches stepped
like a spiral staircase
around a trunk.
These made
for an easy climb.
Trees whose tops
would bend in the wind
were best, you could ride
them out to the limit
of your daring.
There was a freedom
I found at height - all fears
were ground dwellers
and barked their fury
at the base of trees
unable to climb up.
I would stay high
in a canopy for hours,
riding on the soft lift
of a dream, far above
myself, the world
and its hurt.
Out of school I would
seek refuge in the lofty
solitude of a tree
and stay there
until I was healed before
coming down.
Now old, unsteady
on my feet,
I still long for a tall tree
and its healing height.
I have learned to look up
from the ground.
Climbing The Ladder Of Enlightenment
All the realizations of yesterday is how we live today
Of all the lesson presented through time can we achieve and make our way
If but a small slip a lesson is missed another attempt shall come back our way
Through God's gracious gifts his love shall bring bliss as we climb the ladder of grace
A long gone snake returns today.
Slithering around is its way.
With this climate warming
It’s actively breeding.
So check your own space every day.
It seems most active in the night
And it could bring you quite a fright.
But it’s not venomous
Which surely is a plus.
And it’s afraid of the bright light.
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Mirrors reflect - A truth found inside - Of enlightenment - I seach-
Through dark endless nights...
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To ascend to the heavens - A realm of insight - I gather knowledge and wisdom - Emerded in God's light
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If to achieve each lesson at hand
A step I shall take as the staircase ascends
But, if to fail
In a tumbling demise
I begin once again
A test of insight
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Descending
Ascending
As I fall to climb
One in a billion
Can dare this amazing
Courageous rock climbing
This one second of success
It reflects years of training
One second of success
Can also be a second
That takes a life
It's too dangerous
There is a sense
Of accomplishment
As great as the risk
The need of great strength
Experience and self-confidence
Such gift of overcoming fear
Is a gift that comes from above
In this sport, it's nerve wracking
Everyone goes crazy in their own way
And when strength and courage mixes
Automatically comes success.
At a rock climbing party,
It’s cool to observe
Both the kids who are cautious
And those who have nerve.
The daredevils clamber
To get to the top;
Neither ziplines nor tightropes
Will cause them to stop.
They tackle each challenge
With joy and with pluck
And they rarely require
Assistance when stuck.
The wary are watchful,
Proceeding with care
And feel better in knowing
A grown-up is there.
They’ll ascend partway up,
Harness keeping them bound
And then gently let go
‘Til their feet touch the ground.
As a kid, I was prudent
And nowadays I’m,
With a harness or not,
Still unlikely to climb.
Climbing time
Tredging forward and climbing time. Hoping to find an end to this darkness that has befallen me. So far it is endless and feels like it may slowly smother me.
This darkness carries sadness and this sadness is thick and heavy like tar. It feels insurmountable and inescapable.
I need to catch my breath, I need to feel normal again but you are no longer here and therefore it is impossible.
So I must forever learn to live in darkness and sadness....even if I don't want to.
As I climb up – I wonder about what I am leaving behind.
Am I leaving my roots or just some old boots
Am I leaving my blames or just some old flames
Am I walking away or just being the first to climb a new pathway !!
As I climb up - I wonder will I meet you at the top or will you wait for me to slide down …
Will you walk beside me or rush behind me
I wonder if you like to hold my hand and sometimes guide me …
As I climb up – sometimes I wonder how far this journey goes … is it okay to pause and rest
Am I crazy to take this steep stretch or cruising the flat lands is the best
Am I scaling new grounds or escaping the mundane rounds
As I climb up – I wonder the exhilarating feeling of reaching the high
or Will I already be ecstatic with all the bonds I made with my fellow travelers till we say goodbye !
She is on some kind of power climb I was told
I stared up and up and up and up
What if she falls? Will she land in a heap?
Will she shatter into six pieces?
Would her legs come off?
I am startled by her height
It makes me dizzy
I am totally uncomfortable with it
But she continues upward
Full of nerve and verve
Youth; nothing like it
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