Molehills
Sometimes we make molehills
that trouble us
into mountains
that are not easy to climb.
The more we try to climb them,
the taller the mountains get.
Soon our strength
will give out
and we will be buried
under regret.
14 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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New Mountains
Each day I climb new mountains
in the struggle for life.
Sometimes my limbs get weary
and I want to give, but I have to go on.
Giving up would mean losing
everything my life was meant for.
Therefore, I must struggle
never giving my body a rest.
I must climb these new mountains
or I am doomed forever more.
There is no turning back once started,
as it doesn’t work that way.
Each day there is a new mountains
that gets bigger with each day
and we must reach the summit by nightfall
or get stuck on the mountain going nowhere.
The harder we climb,
the higher we get
until we reach
the pinnacle of our dreams.
8 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Our Mountains
Everyone has their mountains
that they want to climb,
mountains whose summits
reach up and touch the sky.
We go through our lives
climbing our mountains
and at times, we stumble
and slip a little behind.
Picking ourselves up
then start our trek again
never losing sight
of what lays a head.
One day we will reach the summit
and stand there breathing in
the clear cool air
when we finally get there.
Our achievement is recorded
along with all the other
mountains we’ve had to climb.
Our testament of determination.
It’s our dreams that seem elusive
until we make them come true
through our struggles and modifications
to taste the clear cool air.
(22 May 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Another Mountain To Climb
this day
we climb another mountain
this summer
when the grasses are brown
when the earth cracks
we shall climb more mountains
we do not mind
if we get so tired along the way
the joy is
when at the top we see
clouds covering
mountains
sunset in orange
unfolding and then fading
we sleep on the grass
under the stars
so near us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Mountains That We Climb
As we grow older,
the mountains we climb
get harder everyday
than when we were young.
Still we climb them,
as our work is never done.
Our bones may be brittle,
our bodies almost worn out,
but our brain is still active,
so we carry on.
15 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Sonnet: Kargil War-song
March Ye forward, O Indian sepoy!
’Tis wartime again on land, sea and sky;
Our foes occupy the Kargil hills O boy!
And mountains and vales, where war-planes can’t fly.
March Ye forward, O Indian soldier!
The north-west sky is filled with smoke and fire;
Kashmir’s vale’s at stake, so is the frontier;
The enemy has the vantage, not attire.
March Ye forward, O Indian jawan;
Ye flush out the intruders everyone;
Climb the mountains by night and strike by dawn;
Give thy precious life to silence their gun.
March Ye forward, March Ye forward, nev’r stop;
Hoist the Indian tricolor Kargil-top!
poem by John Celes
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Because They Are There
Come on a journey with me
Travel life's weary road will we
From eagle heights to the earth below
Where man doth sorrowfully go
We find ourselves staring up mountains
Some scared, some meek, some defiant
We feel a shrinking inside
As we face this mountain that doth arise
Tis' three things we can do
We can run around, go up, or tunnel through
Some harder, some easy, but please,
Be careful, the choices made with ease.
Cause these mountains, they big
These mountains make our hearts sink
Most days, we want to run away
We think that we'll live to fight another day
So we spend our time, tunnelling through
Giving the effort without the view
Or we try to run around, taking detours
Till surrounded by mountains, we're finally caught
One must finally face a climb, if he wants to move on
Of life in the valley, one must never grow fond
Because we will never survive the dark and gloom.
Every valley, eventually will bring our doom
But in the end, the real reason that we climb
Is to just a glimpse perhaps find
Of what we were made for, a paradise we lost
That's why we climb, no matter the cost
We stumble, crawl, and fight our way up
By rocks our hands and feet are cut
Our blood soaks into the stone
And at times we lie in a ditch, crying alone
But our password's ‘victory' and we will fight
All throughout the day, and into the cold night
Ever will we say die? No! Never!
We will never say die ever!
We will go until there's no more to climb
We will push, until we have crossed the line
Till we reach the pinnacle, till we raise our hands
Till we are crowned, the conquering man
At the mountaintop, we find traces of glory
The remnants of a fairy-tale's story
From there we see where none have been
We see the greater goal we want to achieve
Let the chill run through our bones
Let the brave venture on alone
Some go round mountains because they're there
The brave climb them because they are there!
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Firmament Arch Earth Allure
attempting to climb
to impossible heights
to touch elusive sky
this is inherent
blood birthright
for brave souls
to climb the highest
mountains is always
to risk sting death
but brave climb
must be attempted
eventually made
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In the old days
I run fast
Faster than a tortoise.
I dive in the sea
Close to the shore.
I climb mountains
Like an ant.
Now I am old
Older than a Museum.
But I run fast
Faster than a run away horse.
I dive in the sea
Somewhere in the bottomless.
I climb the mountains
Like a Mountaineer.
Oh! This old age like a Ghost
And I know the fruitless journey is short
Yes, shorter than a dwarf.
* To my poor dearest Mom! Please send me your domicile.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Why Is That Important
I'm not one to build molehills into mountains.
Or carry an umbrella to shade from Sun.
I am here to experience 'and' make mistakes.
Nor am I one to repeat over and over...
Those lessons taught I should have outdone.
With 'something' learned to overcome.
I am not afraid to admit my faults.
Or try to masquerade my blemishes.
But I do stay clear of those who make excuses.
Since my ears do not hear them,
With attention to them to give.
I've been down that crowded road.
I'm not one to build molehills into mountains.
Or waste time with those who do.
If I can find just one person who has integrity today,
To share my life being upfront and in an honest way...
Without putting emphasis on preferences and looks,
That's 'my' gift I've been searching one day would appear.
'Are you...? '
YES! I am.
'But...
You have no idea what I am going to ask.'
Why is that important,
If I have your answers?
'Oh?
So you are one of 'those'? '
Trust me.
I am 'none' of those at all.
'So...
What are you saying?
You are upfront and in an honest way? '
God is 'good' aint He?
'All the time.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I would like to explore and see this country. I have had so many opportunities to see it from the air! I would like to climb the mountains that I wished I could climb at the time but had to get back to Washington.
quote by Janet Reno
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From the highest mountains in the world, Men seek for higher places to climb, When in their heart, It is where the climb always continues.
quote by Jason Berg
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Sunlight Is What I Wish To See
Perhaps it is okay...
For you to decide I am okay,
Today!
But I remember how my yesterdays were spent.
Getting dirty looks from you.
And receiving your resentment.
I guess it is alright,
If you treat me today...
With respect and politeness.
But my wounds and scars,
You will never see anyway.
Since the life I have lived...
Had nothing to do with you in my way!
You know why?
Because any tears I had to cry...
I've never relied on you to help me dry them.
You made it known a long time ago,
Any obstacles I had on my path...
You were one of the ones too happy,
To put some there.
Hoping they would last.
Unaware...
I was being prepared,
To climb mountains.
And the molehills you constructed...
Were just test to strengthen my resolve.
I reach for peaks to conquer.
I already know who prefers to dwell in valleys!
And more Sunlight is what I wish to see.
Believe it or not...
That is the destiny for me I desire to reach!
Perhaps it is okay...
For you to decide I am okay,
Today!
However...
I am not relying upon your decisions.
Or am I wishing to impress,
To gain your approval for my success or happiness.
I 'am' going to climb,
THAT mountain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Hills
Everyday we climb hills
real and imaginary.
Some are steep
and hard to climb,
others are gentle
and there we take our time.
However, whatever hill we climb,
it is always easier
once we’ve reached the top
and come down the other side
23 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Mountaineer
they do not climb mountains for fun
they live there
eating bananas for breakfast
no fish
it has become too expensive
like the pinch of salt that now they can hardly afford
no chunks of brown sugar
used to have some
dinner is uncertain
and supper is still a possibility
with herbs and
stolen potato
and some edible frogs and
worms
the children are thin and uneducated
the father is lean
and has no means of livelihood
except to climb the mountains
find the forest
and by luck still find some honey and yam and roots
and small snakes
no wild animals to eat
they are all shot by game hunters in uniforms
and the mother
is bloating six months pregnant
for her
12th child
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Climb Your Wall
One time I saw you in the street
Thought that I would be that kind you want
Ooh babe, youre the best of them all
Im trying to tell you how much I love you
Oh baby, please let me climb your wall
Ooh baby, youre the best of them all
Then in the dawn Ill be leavin
[? ]
Ooh babe, thats the strength of it all
Come on over, and see [? ]
And let me crawl around on your floor
Ooh babe, thats the strength of it all
Im trying to tell you how much I love you
Oh baby, let me climb your wall
Ooh baby, thats the strength of it all
I see that I lied, neglected you badly
cause you are that one light thats [? ] me blind
All alone Ive tried to see
Then you agree, let me climb your wall
Ooh baby, youre the best of them all
Cmon sweety, come over here
Let me please, [? ] let me climb your wall
Thats the strength of it all
Im trying to tell you how much I love you
Oh baby, let me climb your wall
Ooh baby, youre the best of them all
song performed by by Kinks
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Talent That Is Given
Would you ask a mason,
To build you a home?
Because it appears...
He enjoys laying bricks.
Would you ask an architect,
To design it for you...
Without a thought of paying for it.
Would you ask someone to 'act' for you?
Because that's what you know they do.
And acting seems easy too?
That's what many people think.
Until they discover each would printed...
Has to be absorbed into the brain to sink.
Without pauses or thoughts to make one blink.
If that is not in the script!
And what would you get from that?
A satisfaction you believe,
Others are wishing to supply?
Or are you just a dreamer?
Thinking what seems easy for others...
So you also wish to give that a try!
Just because one does what one enjoys...
Does not mean it comes easy.
Well...
Maybe for them it does.
Because that's what they wish to do.
Like some folks climb mountains.
While others jump from planes...
Using a parachute.
Or perhaps you believe it takes less work
To get what you observe,
Done.
Whatever it is.
You believe for you will be equal fun.
Well...
Let me say this!
If something done appears easy.
And it has a quality.
Someone has taken hours, years...
And maybe a lifetime to perfect it.
And a talent that is given...
Does not diminish the time one gives to it.
WORK is involved!
With a concentrated effort.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Wisdom of Life
The higher up you climb a taller pole,
The taller tree you climb: perils evoke;
A ladder’s higher rungs shouldn’t be one’s goal;
The wind is strong up there, so is your yoke!
A faster pace can make you slip sometime;
A shorter time to do makes you tired;
The aim to win shouldn’t be emotion prime;
For you end up prematurely retired.
For everything in life, there is a pace;
For everything in life, there is a time;
And everyone in life can’t win a race;
And everyone his life can’t make sublime.
Sometimes, life’s lower rungs appear the best!
But keep your cool and soul: God does the rest.
poem by John Celes
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Then There Are The Mountains
On a mountain's peak is there peace?
Mountains that overlook the quiet prairie.
Mountains that borders life in rural counties.
Mountains chiseled by years of wind and rain.
Mountain winds creep keeping all secrets.
Mountains a kin to the lower hills of death.
Mountains at the height of glamour baked in sunshine.
Mountains that reach for more majestic planes.
Mountains giving to the ridges, valleys and cliffs.
Mountains in spring the fulfillment of adventure and dream.
Mountains which can shelter one from storm.
Mountains an enduring symbol in poetry.
Mountains which inhabit the calls of the wild.
Mountains of spectacle, below the bending roads between.
Mountains embracing, magnifying the sounds of river.
Mountains the stellar monuments of time.
poem by William Blackman
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Pasteurization
It is not easy to climb to the top of a mountain,
But you will gain your strength back being on top.
Pasteurization,
It is not easy to climb to the top of a mountain;
But when you are on top,
You will gain your strength back.
Fermentation,
Life is permisssible with hopes and dreams;
Like a word to the Queen of Ethiopia.
Pasteurization,
Life is like the skin of wine made from papyrus.
Being on top of the mountain is,
Part of the criteria that has to be meant;
Like a fisherman with his boat.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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