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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 23, 2018 - 10:26am PT
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Along the lines of "candlance," rather than condolence (his bright self remains a light unto our benighted feet):
"Le Beatnik"
The beat goes on though Big Daddy is gone, himself.
Directly you pass "GO" you die.
Is that any way to get to immortality?
Apparently so.
Had he not died, he'd have been just another dirtbagger.
Or would he?
Does anyone really care what level baggage he had?
Did it not matter that he had one thing on his mind?
And that was: Get higher faster.
Good plan, Gary, as keeping up with Layton required more than one could imagine.
You died trying.
You failed falling.
(Royal was no doubt proud of you, his fellow Americain.)
Through no fault of your own, just dumb luck that you died.
A credit to our tribe, much more than just a flash in the pan.
Thanks and Amen.
--mfm
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Oct 26, 2018 - 02:37am PT
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Dreaming back the Howling Beast
Raging the drunk
watched to bar the door
where beyond lurked the demons
of unholy laughter
The fire chief appeared
admonished a warning
the drunk raised his head
but did not hear
Threatened by motives
of authorities at play
the beast was awakened
and quickly emerged
Swinging a radio
by the cord like a lasso
the drunk held his would be
captors at bay
Shouting he leapt forward
accosting the chief
railing bright expletives
in a loathsome rant
Barefoot a kick cleared
the door from its hinges
as the chief and entourage
fled into the night
Fast on their heels
the drunk was to follow
demanding to resign
and collect on his pay
Mixing shots of tequila
and bourbon at his locker
the drunk in his blackout
collapsed on the floor
A handful of crew mates
carried him on their shoulders
he awoke spewing spirits
on the nights conflagration
His place reinstalled
as the fool of the party
his shameful behavior
excused as forlorn
The drunk and his Kryptonite
rose with the sunlight
who he ran from
the mirror refused to conceal
The director requested
he make known his presence
for such animal crackers
would have no place here
The beast had been howling
between his two ears
he never knew then
what he understood now
For the saddest thing
was the hardest he found
he was granted reprieve
but his child was not spared
The beast does not howl
between his two ears
the beast has been howling
out there all along
-bushman
10/23/2018
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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aloha
weeping the willow uprooted itself
and wandered through the night
this was how it came to be
born of a tree it took up a stone
tearing upon its barked legs
as it wept to escape the dream
of a world beyond this dormancy
a medicine woman found it
and scraped at its scaly wooded bark
attached to cambium like fascia to bone
thinking it knew the limits of its being
it was fallen as time replaced
all that there was it ‘twas loath to believe
unbeknownst to this sapling become me
-bushman
11/07/2018
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Well, let's try an erotic tanka:
in a moonstruck lake
boots and trail clothes on the beach
a tentative kiss
cold bodies drew together
and your nipples pierced my heart
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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It is only roughly three thousand feet
but a sleepless night can make or break the feat
Errant Night
Why fight it
across the room, a tent floor
An errant thought escaped
The old what ifs come swirling in
the fear of fight then flight
A what then if the pro don't hold
Ah it is the old doubt -
not relevant to this ascent
what then, it fell to a belay
there won't be one this time
now
Those ifs and buts start to grow,
giving texture to the feelings
An essence of the pit that fear can relegate
even a climbing fool to.
It can't be stopped
It can't be suppressed
it musn't be held in contempt
there might be something to it
After all,
a fall
would mean an end to it
Can anything be made out
Is this a warning to bug out
A crawling sense of dread
is growing somewhere
Down deep, It can't be stopped
It can't be suppressed
it musn't be held in contempt
there might be something to it
It can't be stopped
It can't be suppressed
it has been tried to no avail
leading that time to a bail
The doubts are not unfounded
We do not play inside
not on the hardwood floor
This aint basketball
Rocks of size -or not- breed doubts
Doubts about choices
Life's choices
Decisions turn the nut
good or bad
going up
continuing
it is one of those actions
you cannot reverse
Doubts like children
ones own they start to grow up
Fast they take on a life of their own
They start to glow,flashing behind closed eyes
The Light keeps the climber up
Being light keeps a climber up
An errant thought has grown , it is only 2 am
Prone at eleven, was there any sleep
Surely no rem, but some drowsy shut-eye
At two am to start to climb, arriving then,
Disturbing they and them that are mid climb
already ensconced in the rock crannies
those them that too have been fighting doubts
that have been also trying
while ascending to find sleep
in that
Elusive Errant Night
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nursery Mimes
Mairzy doats and dozy doats
and liddle lamzy divey
And very few things I hate worse
than dreaded poison ivy
This old man, he plays one
He plays knick knack on my thumb
Tooth picks keep my eyes open
while television makes make me dumb
The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the waterspout
You’re so captivating that
my heart’s in chains and can’t get out
Little miss Muffet she sat on her tuffet
eating her curds eating and whey
Sometimes I need my coffee like
a sunrise on a brand new day
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
-bushman, joni, and the merry rhymesters
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Coffee for the Soul, It a pleasure to occupy the same page even if it shows my poor form.
Hope the sun is shinning on your hart and that winds of strength bouy you and the clan as you search for peace and comfort.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
They did something risky cuz he got frisky
And nine months later there was a daughter.
Her name was Bo Peep and she herded some sheep,
And had a young swain named Tommy Tucker...
I think we can move on, folks, because I agreed to abide by the SuperTopo Content Policy
and the rules and restrictions therein.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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swoop-de-loop
I lied to get in
then broke all the rules
it’s probably the greatest
comb over in history
now who’s the fool?
-arungutung
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 10, 2018 - 06:06am PT
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absinthe makes the smart go blonder
in searching for a song
this just happened along
oh say what you will
about the Whippoorwill
I was sure that bird said
now quit while you’re ahead
but on listening very still
then I heard its Whip-Poor-Will
now whatever Will did
that this bird had his fill
of boys who would be boys
abundant with their toys
some so eager for the spoils
being reckless to find foils
laying waste to all the world
for the banners they unfurled
oh say what you would
of the birdsong in the wood
I would correlate their worth
with the value of our mirth
in those places undefiled
and refuges of the wild
where for one I’d rather go
to sit and watch the river flow
I love you son
wherever you are
-bushman
11/10/2018
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 12, 2018 - 10:07am PT
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I would bewail in manner of tragedy
The harm of them who stood in high degree
And fell so far, there was no remedy
To rescue them from their adversity.
For know this when Fortune wishes to flee
No man may her delay, nor fate withhold
Let no man trust in blind prosperity.
Beware of these examples, true and old!
--Chaucer, "The Monk's Tale"
"We know we are writing tragedy when our verses weep for Fortune's assault on the proud."
--Chaucer
"Hubba hubba!"
--Marlow
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Nov 12, 2018 - 08:20pm PT
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Not sure about content restrictions here. Is very soft eroticism passable? This is retrieved from that first great heartbreak, 61 years ago.
// Cosette
Last night you came back to me in a dream.
You were with me absolutely,
more real than I am to myself now.
Even the warm scent of you was there.
In blind love you slid over me,
slender thighs clasping mine,
warm sleek belly,
breasts pushing for my heart
and finding it.
Long dark hair a curtain
shutting out the needless world.
I could not lie still.
My hips rose to meet you,
rising to enter heaven, and…
You were gone.
I was alone.
You were gone.
My love is gone.
W.
Italic Text
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 12, 2018 - 09:58pm PT
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^^^^
Wayne, I like that one.
Erotic, warm, sad.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 13, 2018 - 02:05am PT
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owed to locker
locker the mocker
locker the talker
locker the rocker
now locker, the focker
is locker the lurker
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 16, 2018 - 06:21am PT
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Bhang and Whang on Changabang was such an epic story.
They smacked and whacked a crack, Jack, and climbed their way to glory.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 16, 2018 - 07:13am PT
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Annatuk
At half past sunset
Annatuk took her leave
winding down mountain roads
Then we saw her at Christmas
fresh faced and laughing
she ran with the children
We talked about family
how some nursed their grudges
or never got closure
And of others who bounded
defied expectations
Annatuk being so humble
The last letter she sent us
snapshots of Italy
San Gimignano onto Florence tomorrow
As I dog sit the hoard
awaiting their return
from their travels abroad
Annatuk with her brood
along with her Andre
she never stops long for the sun
-bushman
11/16/2018
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Jim Clipper
climber
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Nov 16, 2018 - 07:22am PT
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Bushman, was it you who mentioned R. Brautigan
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 16, 2018 - 07:24am PT
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nO tHAT'D BE MOI
this is why we can't have nice things
and why the 1st amendment is under attack
NOT REAL SORRY FOR THE ALL CAPs
ON ONE OF THE STUPIDEST THREADS WE HAVE SEEN IN A LONG TIME
AT THE END OF THE 1ST PAGE
I LEFT THIS STEAMER
NOW MOVED HERE ,
REPLACED WITH WHAT EVEN THE SIMPLETONS WILL GRASP
but I like my itailian
My rant a shjtton
SO
HERE, EMBARRASSINGLY
& TO BE FOLLOWED BY SWEET CUPS OF WATER SOME CALL TEA
HERE IT IS IN ALL IT'S GLORIFIED MESS, CORRECTED FOR MISTYPES & TYPOS
PHOOK U IDJUTS i WAS ALMOST A NEIGHBOR.
LOOK UP BRIARCLIFF MANNER ON A MAP.
THERE IS A BIG HARD CLIFF IN ARMONK
ALL RIGHT AROUND THE CLUSTERFLUX
THAT IS Chappaqua
LOOK AT THE WAY GNOMISH COMES THEN GOES AWAY IF i GOTTA SOMETHING TO SPRAY.
MY HEART GOES OUT TO YOU IN sODOM, yOU GOT gAMORHRED FOR CAUSE
IT MUST BE HARD TO SEE THERE.
WHAT WITH ALL THE THICK WOODS - WHAT WITH ALL THE TREES
WAIT, FIRE LIKE NEVER SEEN BEFORE?
ABSOLUTELY BIBLICAL BURN DOWN
APOCTILIPRICAL
NO TREES TO BLOCK YOUR SIGHT?
NO CLEAN AIR TO SATE YOUR PLIGHT
YOU HAVE NOT LEARNED
YOU DID NOT LEARN YOUR CATECHISM
POWER NEVER RELENTS OR GIVES BACK
YOU SHOULD KNOW WHATS COMING
THEY HAVE GOT YOU ALL BY THE SHORT HAIRS
ON YOUR KNEES
YOUR YAPS OPEN
THAT TONGUE STUD GREASED WITH MRE (Meals Ready to Eat)
SWALLOW WHEN MUSHROOM-HEAD-ICKY STEPS ASIDE
AND PUTS HIS PENCE DOWN TO YOUR TONSILS
Pence/Rohrbacher -2020
i HAVE TO TAKE A BREATH, ITS SNOWING HERE
EVERYTHING IS FRESH, CLEAN WASHED AIR
PILLOWS OF WHITE EVERYWHERE.
TWICE THE TAXBITE
THREE TIMES THE COST OF LIVING
EXISTING IN A FIRE PIT
YOU CALL THAT LIVING?
Now i'm gonna go write my name in the new fallen snow
with my pee
Then I have to shovel it
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