Climbing Haiku

Too big of a whip?
There is no such thing, unless
you fall to the deck

this is not 5.7
you are a son-of-a-bitch
sand-bagging asshole

toe placement, nubbin
morphine lovin, midway up.
clip the chains, whats up.

matthewWallace wrote:this is not 5.7 you are a son-of-a-bitch sand-bagging asshole

2 goals in climbing.
5-1-1 lead; portaledge.
2-4-1 climbaxe

Fear strikes from the night
Fierce poets frozen terrain
Pitch black into light

When life brings me down
I find sweet solace off ground
Love affair with rock

Life is like a route
Filled with cruxes and runouts
A summit reward

To much f-ing snow
pulling plastics all I know
Wish I could fly south

Thirty feet runout
Where the fuck is that bolt at
Dude your gonna fall

I dont have a rope
Freesoloing mindfuck...shit
I hope i dont fall

Why do I climb rock
It fucking makes my balls drop
Ammon Mcneely

Egocentric ass
Nobody likes guys like you
You can't wait to spray

California
Golden land of sunny rock
too many tourists

I cry with great pain
At the atrocities done
With bit and hammer

The Larry wrote: You named your balls after Ammon?

Haiku, like climbing
Placing words like gear
Finesse, crux to both

Change your name to hide
Hide to conceal your true selves
Anonymity

Kill it Lee. Dead! Dead!
Strangle it with your humor
Lee killed another thread

Jeff Stucker wrote:Kill it Lee. Dead! Dead! Strangle it with your humor Lee killed another thread

Climbing less and less
No longer written in stone
Only penciled in

I consume crude oil;
choke beaches, kill animals.
I am the problem

Unemploymentness
I'm a bit addicted, true.
Climbing weekdays rocks!

And the general
...sat, and the lines on the map
moved from side to side

Climbing haiku thread
When is it going to die?
The fat lady's warm

I tried to cut teeth
on a chossy pile of rock
my smile has changed

Keep it up Stucka
consume crude Motha Licka
climate change within

Haiku, unlike man
never dies, but fades away
the heartbeats of age

took the whip today
fear is contrived in my mind
happiness is real

chalk up and ready
focus, launch, slice through the air
stick it.... I wake up

will waiting days end?
post to thread rather than send
projects that haunt me

Something I jotted a few years back:

Often
Feared,
Fists or
Wider,
I
Desire
To Climb
Higher

Climbed bold when young
Now not bold yet seek more fun
Which better? Bold or fun?

Work sucks donkey balls
Sunny Sunday can't go climb
Wish it would have rained

1 oh! 2 degrees
(Better than an ice-climb freeze)
Drop shorts, pray for breeze

black, black, everywhere
biner dust covers my hands
i should wash my rope...