Up There
Up on the mountain a confusion breeds,
Poising on the summit is coherence;
A rotund man confronts conjurors
Who confine him with a penance.
The imposters conjure and jeer to connections,
A congenial man is rotund and fabulous.
The congruence of his actions confused them,
Conjuring was feeling pride, but the summit?
The diet of acts grew daily at the top,
Feeding us with plenty, stamina was retold.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The summit
My preconceived thoughts have no limit,
My perceptions have my heart ignite,
My path your eyes have given light,
My hope dont have power nor might,
Should I put aside weapons or fight,
There we are at the summit
We searched in the places of lovers,
We found all the lovers things along,
So many different pictures we painted,
So many different paintings we pictured,
We had to make vital choices,
Look at us, standing upon the summit
Look at us my beautiful lover,
Beyond the imagination of all our thoughts,
We sailed past the deepest seas,
The water so bluest yet us so purest,
The trip was always long my love,
All the same, we at the summit now
Some built houses, we built a home,
The clouds are closer my love,
Lets not step down this mountain,
Its me and you forever more,
Me and you upon the summit
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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I am old enough to know that victory is often a thing deferred, and rarely at the summit of courage... What is at the summit of courage, I think, is freedom. The freedom that comes with the knowledge that no earthly think can break you.
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President Bush left for Canada today to attend a trade summit. Reportedly, the trade summit got off to an awkward start when the president pulled out his baseball cards.
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start of day
the mountain summit bathed
in sublime light
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Deniehy’s Dream
JUST when the western light
Flickered out dim,
Flushing the mountain-side,
Summit and rim,
A last, low, lingering gleam
Fell on a yellow stream,
And then there came a dream
Shining to him.
Splendours miraculous
Mixed with his pain
All like a vision of
Radiance and rain!
He faced the sea, the skies,
Old star-like thoughts did rise;
But tears were in his eyes,
Stifled in vain.
Infinite tokens of
Sorrows set free
Came in the dreaming wind
Far from the sea!
Past years about him trooped,
Fair phantoms round him stooped,
Sweet faces o’er him drooped
Sad as could be!
“This is our brother now:
Sisters, deplore
Man without purpose, like
Ship without shore!
He tracks false fire,” one said,
“But weep you—he must tread
Whereto he may be led—
Lost evermore.”
“Look,” said another,
“Summit and slope
Burn, in the mountain-land—
Basement and cope!
Till daylight, dying dim,
Faints on the world’s red rim,
We’ll tint this Dream for him
Even—with hope!”
poem by Henry Kendall
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Mountain hikes instilled in me a life-long urge to get to the top of any inviting summit or peak.
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Concerned that others were not coming onto the summit and because I had no radio link to those below me, I began to wonder if there were difficulties down the mountain. I made the decision to descend.
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Just a State of Mind
It's no fun growing old, you know.
Your joints seize up and creak.
You can remember what happened in years gone by,
But not what you did last week!
You once had luscious brunette locks.
They're thinner now, and grey.
Climbing the stairs was a doddle back then.
Now, it takes you all day!
The figure you were so proud of
Is rotund now, and sags.
Your face is all lined and wrinkled,
And your blood-shot eyes have bags.
Your tummy is now a pot-belly.
Your legs have varicose veins,
And the arthritis in your elbows and knees
Plays up whenever it rains.
But your soul is as youthful as ever,
Your spirit still as sprightly.
So you count all your blessings daily...
And take your tablets nightly! ! ! !
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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Hope
At summer eve, when heaven's aerial bow
Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below,
Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye,
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky?
Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear
More sweet than all the landscape smiling near? -
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
poem by Thomas Campbell
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This Mountain To Climb
Come, you gifted men and women,
Climb the mountain peak if you want;
He who strives and cannot disturb
Must watch and enjoy the very summit.
I caught it, the ball was caught as a light,
Drinking the very brew of Experience!
May I be far removed from certain dogmas,
Entering my mind and contemplating;
This mountain has forgotten all difference
Between myself and others.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Most of the time when I receive a script, it says something like 'Rosenberg is the fat, slovenly Mayor, who doesn't want the kids to use the skateboard park', or 'Stein is a pompous, rotund attorney, imposing to all.' It would be so freeing to get a script where my character is simply described as 'A Man'.
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The Climb
I stood at foothill, excited to ascend
The high mountain loomed before me
Ready n’ willing, by body to commend
To the task, altho I felt some anxiety
One step, two step, soon were many
Valley floor seemed very far below
Caution, or could be trouble plenty
Peaks above still wore winter’s snow
The summit was just a few steps ahead
Close was I to conquering Mount Hood
I slipped and fell over precipice instead
An icy wind blew, where I’d once stood
Although to die was never my intention
God granted me a Heavenly Ascension
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Our American story, for generations, is of a people who seek to move forward. A people who look at a mountain and worry not about the tough climb ahead, but dream about the view from the summit.
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We laughed about the night we had
We laughed about the night we had
A night of hot and cold
Your turned me on your sensual ways
Your acts were kind and bold
But later as the night grew on
Confusion crept inside
You turned me off I dunno why
I took it in my stride
I really thought that we were through
The things you spoke that night
Confused and shocked I drove you home
Was glad we didnt fight
We laugh about the night we had
It's in the past I know
But baby girl please not again
With you I want to grow
poem by Bradley Lester
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You Can Plead a Defeating If You Wish
Keep up your pace steady.
If you've made claims to be ready.
I am determined to reach...
The fresh blowing winds,
Only found at summit peaks.
A panting done to replace escaping air...
And threatening to lose one's breath,
Will not curtail the placement of my steps.
This journey was not meant to share.
I'm not here to listen to your regrets.
You can plead a defeating if you wish.
But don't think that I will sympathize with it.
Not I.
My eyes are on mountaintops too high!
You wanted to give this 'trip' a try!
This is not a 'trip' with me.
This with me is 'do' or 'die'.
You can plead a defeating if you wish.
But don't think that I will sympathize with it.
Not I.
My eyes are on mountaintops too high!
Keep up your pace steady.
If you've made claims to be ready.
I am determined to reach...
The fresh blowing winds,
Only found at summit peaks.
I am challenging myself.
Just to say I have done it!
And 'you' seem to be only motivated by ease.
What made you think following me would be a breeze?
I'm not here to drag you to witness the summit.
Just to hear you say you've done it too?
I'm not living to fulfill those ambitions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Pressing On
The closer I get to heaven
Pressing on the upward way,
The less of earth is seen.
Spinning into a new day,
With the cross before me,
And my soul has fully turn,
Baptized in the Holy Spirit,
Walking daily with heart burn,
I put the world behind me.
Pressing on to higher ground,
Climbing above the trees,
I am leaving this old world.
The grief and the bed of fleas,
Forfeit the game of pride,
For more time on my knees,
The mystery of joy cannot hide.
The blessings contained inside,
I count the years as months,
And the month as just a minute,
Counting down the seconds,
And it will be any moment now,
I'll touch the heavenly summit.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Now is the Time
Make poverty history,
Put an end to misery.
Be brave, America,
Give life to Africa.
Help it smash the chains
Of greed, ill-gotten gains.
Bite the bullet and give,
Let Africa breathe and live.
Once, a Council in secret convened,
Unjustly, a death sentence decreed.
An innocent on the Cross bled,
No one dared to come to his aid.
The G8 summit, too, will in secret meet,
Will the rich embrace the poor and greet?
Will the condemned innocents
Be freed from ills, poverty and Aids?
*The G8 summit was convened in
Scotland in July 2004
poem by Isam Hussain
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The Cave
Return to the road we love in some time,
This time is to enjoy as we tread and climb;
We reach and then cry, we stretch and make efforts
Too strange, for we can ride pleasurable comforts.
The summit of my hidden mountain is blamed
For my pain, for the pain is worse I claimed.
The foot of this mountain has a cave too eerie,
I formed it with my imagination drowsily;
I must excite the page on this day to keep the cave
That delivers safety to my soul believing I am brave.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Looking at Mount Tai
How is Mountain Tai?
Its green is seen beyond State Qi and State Lu,
a distillation of creation's spirit and beauty.
Its slopes split day into Yin and Yang.
Its rising clouds billow in my chest.
Homecoming birds fly through my wide-open eyes.
I should climb to the summit
and in one glance see all other mountains dwarfed.