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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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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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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 23, 2018 - 06:18am PT
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eight hours this day...
at eight am I put on one sock
cross sliced an orange and noticed a clock
eight even sections divided each hour
then I tasted the sweet with the bitter and sour
now at nine the other sock and a shoe
for lopsided shuffling with critters ‘twould do
eight hours for sleeping or eight hours for kicks
eight hours for whistling or picking up sticks
come ten am and I went out the door
with two shoes pajamas a cap and no more
feeding the critters with woofs and meows
shuffling I smiled with the sun through the clouds
at eleven the shadows all left for a bit
with lunch and a nap it now felt time to quit
noting I was present I’d shown up for work
as a single notation with some major quirks
with noon it marked four hours to go
half way to sunset I was starting to slow
still time to tool about in the shop
five pets at my feet and no room for to hop
time flew by as the clock struck one
I barely noticed so engrossed in the fun
an escape from the world and time off from my mind
a welcome reprieve from the daily grind
two pm found me sanding and painting
letting these hands do the work of creating
drilling and sawing and building from snuff
whatever the heart thought important enough
three came and went as the light still held
like pieces of wood from great trees once felled
clearing the mess and turning off the light
readying myself for the coming of night
four pm and eight hours gone by
walking with dogs under darkening skies
a rain was now falling on grateful hearts
to nourish the souls of a world torn apart
eight hours passed in the blink of and eye
as well do our lives as we live and we die
civilizations they’ll come and they’ll fall
like summer to winter we all hear the call
what can one do in an instant we might ask
take time to reflect or to drink from your flask
for time waits for no one it often is said
so I put out the cat and I went off to bed
-bushman
11/23/2018
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Nov 23, 2018 - 08:59pm PT
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The great lake may not even freeze this year, but if so, this is what it does.
Freezeup
breath catches
breeze sears the cheek
wavelets ripple through fleece of mists
splash to glaze shore rocks
gunmetal lake steams
oppressed by arctic air
water shivers, contracts, becomes dense
sinks
descending waters merge
invisible columns flow down
sink over rocks, snags
to the sloping muck
slides lower
slow crystalline cascade
dense oxygen-rich and sinking
downward
downward
pooling in deepest dark
and building there
forcing warmer water
upward
upward
clear aqueous columns
like thermals on a warm day
boiling up
spreading like cumulus
seething the surface
bearing scent of grey-brown muck
at bitter surface
swirls, shivers, tightens
sinks in its turn
the lake is turning over
turning over
cooling
colder
coldest
turnover slows and stops
the lake is still, waiting
water can get no colder
and still be wet
surface seethes no more
surrendered to the cold
darkness comes and calm
no eye sees the jewels form
thicken touch coalesce
at dawn all is under glass
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 24, 2018 - 05:12am PT
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the son
the days gone by
the heart grows fonder
the memories of you
the loss of you now gone
the little boy with super powers
the many things we did together
the battles of the will
the adventures and the climbs
the pain
the heartbreak and
the triumph
the watching you grow up and then
the girl that you would marry
the times you tried it on your own
the pride we felt for you
the little family that you had
the girl and boy that you raised up
the woman and man that they became
the lives that you made
the times you shared them with us
the world and it’s distractions
the temptations that you battled
the disease and the addictions
the hand that you were dealt
the dying that you suffered
the alternate reality
the perceptions with which we struggle
the times and empty spaces
the life you made
the hole you left behind
the place within my heart you’ll always be
the son I love and still want to cherish
the father that you made me
the son you’ll always be
the days gone by
-tim s
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Nov 24, 2018 - 12:08pm PT
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Tim - you really got to me.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 29, 2018 - 07:11pm PT
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The name's the thing.
Blankenverse?
Shakenbrake?
flip-flops in the rain 12 & 35
the squishing of water-logged leaves
the dripping of water from the eaves
each step taken leads me further into the dark
in another forty days we may need an ark
so quiet and the world seems at peace
it's chilly out but I'm wearing fleece
and I'm thinkin':
what would Jesus have done if not for the Mediterranean climb?
it is easy to walk on water in Greenland--it's mostly all frozen
--mfm
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Nov 30, 2018 - 04:45am PT
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So that's where that went -oopsy-
resting than there, a something, it came from where
the depths start to deepen more
And darkly
too yes
hear hear to better daze.
ifn no was to no what, no, no, what no, & nowhat
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