Fatima my best friend was a women of grit and courage
trekking and mountaineering were her hobbies
she was exact opposite of me
One late evening back from work she was left alone in bus
there were four male passengers besides her
all four of them together tried to assault her
she fought bravely with all strength she could muster
pushed three of them out of the bus
and somehow managed to jump out
Broken leg full of pain she still caught an auto and came back home
First to doctor, then to police station
She refused to rest
At the court room she asked for the convicts to be brought in front of her
Looking at their eyes she recounted all that happened shamelessly
Then she looked at judge and roared like a lioness
How can anybody prove attempt to rape tell me?
Is it not unfair to ask a rape victim to testify she was assaulted?
How can court expect her to remember it all when she was busy fighting for her life?
I have no evidence except my broken legs and pain and anguish
She fell down unconscious
.
Case was judged in her favour.
She was a strong women indeed
Categories:
mountaineering, 10th grade,
Form: Free verse
Grapes are sour
Mountaineering expedition to start
Jubilant Jack rushed to enrol his name.
Enthusiastic Jack thought to exert
effort to win lots of prize and fame.
Two months tough training was mandatory.
Late-riser Jack bound to wake up at five.
Rigorous practice seemed not satisfactory.
Hard labor! But what’s the alternative?
Comfort-loving Jack could not continue
What to do? Jack yearned for victory and prize.
Another event on next avenue:
Jubilant Jack searched and found on surprise.
He was delighted to join walking race.
Being bold brave jack walked in glory and grace
08/27/18
Categories:
mountaineering, 9th grade, fun, humor,
Form: Sonnet
A Better Production
Broad way’s wayward journey fares well this coming year
The program a blank sheet but for turning tides to and fro
a logo free to script amend and cherish from the straight
and narrow swishing crested waves yet full of hope and love
Protagonists cascades and whirl pools anticipation riptides
An epic voyage or child play in the eye of any maker taker
shaker with a pinch of ocean salt’s undercurrent backdraught
Overcoming slipstreams avoiding snarling sharks and razor
sharpened corals if the sailor’s leaking boat licked wounds
An adaptation of the drama might well play high up as a
mountaineering feasting feat because prescribed performances
dislodge from poet’s fingers getting out of seaman’s hands
‘Slip freely’ says the dolphin ‘the flow and surge are broad for sure
Take these oars and rudder the mountain goat explores no less’
Categories:
mountaineering, celebration,
Form: Free verse
Are you frying today? No? Not at all? An attempt to pull the frying pan out would be better off left alone as other plates could fall. Oh dear. The frying is best done outside then? Yes? Are you even listening to the logic? You are? Really? Wow. Well that makes about as much sense as a conversation between a hammer and a screaming screw. No need or necessity for screw fix, adhesive pastes nor metallic elements. Ok then. Now that is sorted it is merely open to say and state that a single word like bus means a station and a single word like train also means station. Why??Because it does. Irrelevant interference interfering intertwining interesting innermost informational influences. Like pow Pow Pow then? Ok and goose kisses a hare. Sponge tab equals tap tap tap and opened opinionated oversized overspills' are too noisy in a library. X mountaineering z z z z at seven yawning lions looking out of a keyhole to twelve flamingos bouncing on trampoline lake. z
Categories:
mountaineering,
Form: I do not know?
Steve loves mountaineering, he was the first,
Visually impaired person to climb El Capitan,
Solo, and there he met Karen Darke, cyclist,
Who got him into para-cycling ‘cos it had can.
“Climbing is something I really love, so I hope
[I] never have to give it up. I’m certainly going
to make the most of it while I can. I just hope
it helps to inspire [disabled people],” adding,
“to believe that anything is possible if they set
their minds to it. If I can do it, [then] anyone can.”
Steve is a total sportsman, who loves to get
Challenged, and he feels met by the bike klan.
He was born in New Zealand but is a Scot today,
Is from Moray with ailment Retinitus Pigmentosa.
He trains in Manchester with pilot Adam Duggleby,
And went down a bomb at Rio, from others’ faster.
For the Individual Pursuit B he secured the gold,
And likewise in the Road Time Trial B, gold medal,
Outside in the Road Race B he stuck in to hold,
Onto a podium placement giving a bronze pedal.
Categories:
mountaineering, sports, strength,
Form: Quatrain
The apple of my eye is a one for
An Amazon of an all in one
Being sourced from the Almighty’s Blessings
A paradox in discovery by Spiritual vision
Unsearchable among the highs and lows
As more precious than earthly
A glorious heritage with more respect for the reward
You are the Apple of my eye
I can never let you go away
Even when you are far away
From my heart you never go away
When our story will be told
Anthony and Cleopatra shall be kindergarten’s tale
My heart billows of love
Continuously being expressed
My deep affection for you
Resounds over a thousand hills
The more at your being I gaze
The more your fondness I develop
My love for you is mountaineering
Above the mountains resonating
You are my apple of ardor
I have crossed the Rubicon to love
Your tenderness as the gentle breeze
Blowing over the Mediterranean Sea
When I remember we are flesh
As a wisp of smoke
As roses wither in the garden
I must seize the precious moments
Of your exquisite love
Pure and so true
Undefiled so Divine
To carry you in my heart.
Categories:
mountaineering, love, heart, heart,
Form: Free verse
I have never climbed a mountain
or have I wanted to climb one,
to be perfectly honest.
I have watched others climb
I watched ten men climb a mountain
named K2,
strange name it seemed to me -K2.
One of these climbers died,
It was on TV –Discovery Channel.
I sit in my recliner with my remote control,
eating chips and drinking a Diet Coke
and watching this man die.
They had a phone! They called his wife
in Oregon, she begged him to get up
get moving and come back to her.
She cried, he cried, then he told her
he loved her but he could not go on.
So he lay there, out of air and died,
his dream was to climb this mountain.
His body is still there frozen, frozen as I
as I watched him die -on TV.
I turned off my TV -It is still off,
I go for walks in the park and watch birds.
I think about this mountaineer,
him laying a few feet from his dream
on the summit of K2,
how his passion complete consumed him.
how he died -how he lived and
I think this mountaineer
was a very, very lucky man.
Today is a nice warm day
not too much wind,
I hear a Lark -on wing.
Categories:
mountaineering, life,
Form: Free verse