To Max

Working the project
Chalking up just one more time
Feel redpoint jitters

Isaac Leija wrote: Hi Salém

Isaac! My dude! You are missed!

Alicia Sokolowski wrote: Expecting little,
I clicked "Notify on site"
Pleasantly surprised

My expectations
were the same. Our reactions
were identical

Gonna open the throttle here.....

And neither the angels in Heaven above
   Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

                                   -Edgar Allen Poe

Not original or a haiku, or anything to do with climbing, but I just like that section of the poem and it’s stuck with me.  
She must’ve been quite a girl.   Not much of a belayer though, I hear. ......could insert “Petzl GriGri” for “Annabel Lee” to minimize thread drift. 

Mark Pilate wrote: 

And neither the angels in Heaven above
   Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

                   

So i must,one day
do a new route, and name it
Beautiful  Annabell Lee

Andrew- you've added
Many Haikus to this thread-
It clear you've got talent

What is a Haiku?
Line one, five; line two, seven
And five in line three?

Arizona heat
It's our own brutal winter
Dreams of Wyoming

Damn it Slim. Again with the poems. I’m right here. 

Max must give helluva belay if it's got grown men writing poems for him.

Max is faking it.
He is playing the cool guy
He loves your poems 

Can I go climbing?
Sure. Where? With whom? For how long?
I heard the first word

Five syllables is
Less than seven syllables
See how I can count?

Maxx now named Devin
He is in Yosemite
Stealing climbers gear

Jeremy S wrote: Day 2 on the wall
Still, no rescuers in sight
Could use a wagbag

Folks on route below,
But they can't get past the crux...
Where the strong bois at?

I pray for the rain
To scare the gumbies away
Their booty be mine

Breathe slowly, relax
Look, listen, feel, now focus
Suddenly: explode!

Stories of theft now.
Simply just a bad apple.
One's color aside.

Foreign climbers come,
to MP to find, indeed,
they are a racist

Place your cams with care,
Lest they rip. Or listen to
Wise squirrels: "deez nuts"

bheller wrote: Andrew- you've added
Many Haikus to this thread-
It clear you've got talent

I channel Fesic
from the movie "Princess Bride".
Who wants a peanut?