by Brian Strand |
Categories:
childhood, nostalgia,
Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.
Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.
Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.
Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.
Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that the time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.
by Thomas Martin |
Categories:
cute love, funny, hyperbole, school,
I skate
with date
not ready
unsteady
cling rail
would bail
afraid
my maid
would skate
He-mate
leave rail
act male
fall down
I frown
but she
helps me
cling arm
no harm
we skate
up late
let go
oh no!
spill cup
helps up
red face
no race
to rail
still male
take home
not nome
miss
kiss
high school
now fool
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
childhood, funny, nostalgia, chocolate, , sweet love,
Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.
Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.
Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.
Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.
Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that th time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.
by Jack Horne |
Categories:
childhood,
I wish we had a little snow;
But nothing here! I do not know
Why not this year; why not at all?
I’d love to play and have a ball.
A snowy day, what a delight.
The child in me, from morn till night,
Would happily skate on the ice,
And build snowmen. That would be nice.
It hasn’t snowed since don’t know when!
* It really doesn't snow here : (
for Isaiah's contest
by Earl Schumacker |
Categories:
conflict, death, identity, lost love, planet, relationship, stars,
Betrayal my love, lift high the laterne
Face Venus in retrograde traverses
Translucent on corners remote curses
Born black, myriads of stars find Saturn
Accouterments of time form a pattern
Empty space ends where voided souls cascade
She lives on the outer planet decayed
Contaminated world spins through that turn
Our cold orbits cross paths, not each others
Nor touch warm hands taken now for granted
Stay safe with lies deprived of what is true
World of beauty, frost covered, not lovers
Skate ice bands above the outer planet
Slice through the heart, the frigid night in two
by Jeremy Smith |
Categories:
childhood, happiness, happy, how i feel, life, me, poetry,
Reminiscing about the happy days
When I was innocent and so carefree
Endless hours passed as we would laugh and play
When my imagination was set free
Fast forward to when I was a young teen
Scary movie sleepovers so much fun
And skate nights to fill my summer routine
Deep in my heart, I wish for a re-run
Now older and with children of my own
They who are bringing me happy days now
And with my wife's love, I won't be alone
Happiness I could never disallow
And just like my favorite childhood toy
It's force fueling my life full of joy
6/26/2017
by Karen Jones |
Categories:
america, appreciation, basketball, black african american, black love, childhood,
Years before 13th birthday
Sun beckons me run play
In the street under golden ray
With neighborhood kids on hills of clay
Learning to ride bike and skate
Playing kickball run chase
Playing football basketball too
Dodge ball softball all in June
In Clanton Park we all are one
Hiking green woods under red sun
What to do on rainy days
Play with dolls do hair makeup face
Drawing dresses or playing cards spa
Not so much t.v. but it had a part
We had just begun our training bras
Tomboys galore we are stars
7/3/2022
by Gwen Schuetz |
Categories:
appreciation, beautiful,
Winter is both beautiful and dangerous
Islands of snow caress the countryside
Nice friends that you see from day to day
Teachers of nature careful and silent
Every person dressed with style and warmth
Real days of winter where you dress fashionably
Loving the good side of winter where you can ski and skate
Outer limits where you could ski the mountains of Austria
Viceroy ski chalets where you snuggle up with your favorite companion
Every loving minute of winter is there to enhance your lifestyle
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
by Blythe Journey |
Categories:
passion
sweetly subtle
fingertips skate
across my neck
gliding into the nape
then turn at the
curve of my shoulder
then back up to
move across my
vulnerable face
the fingertips learn
with each motion
and with each touch
every crevace of my
lips and the softness
of my lashes
hands inspect
my every feature
and mold me
a blind love starved
artist hungry for
a masterpiece
molding me
of passion clay
by Jordan Hedgepeth |
Categories:
08/25/15
From a family of nobody's someone bounds
To be a star that's why when I write these poems I make sure to use my heart
That's why when I skate I make sure is until dark when I wake up in the morning it's a fresh start that's why I always thank god I'm from a family of nobody's so I have to work hard my childhood consisted with wishing upon stars no fancy cars not a lot of money just all the food I can eat and a place where I can sleep even wash when I stink I'm from a family of nobody's but I must say I love my nobody's and I wouldn't ever trade them away
by Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr |
Categories:
addiction, adventure,
its a smooth ride
need no map to guild
love it
i do this at a rate
that don't complate
ROLLER SKATE
by Marissa Faries |
Categories:
self,
I once slipped and then fell in love.
I lost my grip on reality.
It felt poetic and good,
Only to later feel a sort of pain.
I once slipped and fell down on ice.
I lost my grip on humility.
Tried learning to skate,
Only to end up crying and quitting.
I once slipped and fell onto dirt.
I lost my grip on mood.
Gotten easily back up,
Only to be laughed at.
Slip and fall, at least I stand tall.
I slipped and fell,
Yet now from experiences of falling down
I know myself so well.
by Kristen Bruni |
Categories:
love
As I sit and wonder why
There's no hello and no good-bye.
No kiss or hug to fill my day
Just images to paint my way.
I'm curious to how you think
How you skate in your own rink.
How you move and dance and sing
How you breathe in fall and spring.
Tic Tic Toc throughout the day
How are you? Are you ok?
Watcha thinking in the mind?
You feeling mad or feeling kind?
I can feel you without touch
Somehow that's strange to me
I don't know quite how to feel
Like being lost at sea.
by Jamie Willhite |
Categories:
inspirational, life, people, life,
What is death if the memories stay
what is life if you waste it away]time is limited so enjoy every minute of it
don't stop what you love if someone tells you to quit
try to make a difference in the world don't just skate by
your capable of more you just got to figure out why
don't take life for granted only the strong survive
so that the lord everyday your still alive
by Andrea Romero |
Categories:
art, corruption, freedom, poems,
What’s to love about skating?
Maybe it’s the feeling of being as free as having wings?
Escaping the world that held’s the blades of ancient kings
The norm that causes the destruction of art
And the deterioration of mankind’s heart
What’s so wrong with skating upon Saturns rings?
Wishing for something without the feeling of being tied to strings
There’s so much tyranny and irony in the world
So much people fighting for rights and to be heard
There’s so much greed
So what’s so wrong to want to skate upon Saturns rings?
by Ashley Daly |
Categories:
life, love, passion,
Skate across
My frozen pond
The ice is thin
But if you should fall
Below my surface
I would rescue you
Yet if you glide gently
Across my fragile heart
You need no salvage
You know the way
Let your love guide you
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, romantic love,
roller skate magic
brought my parents together
both of them surprised
my mother was not looking
my father was
a voice told him she was the one
roller skate magic
he could not take his eyes off her
she noticed him not
my father did some research
discovered she worked for his cousin
would not leave her alone after that
roller skate magic
a place my father did not want to be
until he arrived
my parents might not have ever gotten together
if my dad’s car had not been on the blink
a friend had to talk him into going roller skating
a great move for my sister and brother and me
roller skate magic
don’t discount it until you try.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
christmas,
What do you see? The inquisitive buck asked his wife Posey.
The people are missing, she said, but the scene is quite cozy.
There is a fire, and they have decorated a Christmas Tree.
What else? What else? What else do you see?
I see presents, stockings, and some candy on a plate.
There are beautiful colors, and I see one roller skate.
What else? What else the sight-challenged buck asked.
I see a gorgeous holiday necklace with a mighty fine clasp.
The buck was grateful for Posey, his eyes, for sure.
She had a heart of gold, she was gentle and pure.
They both used to love to spy into homes on Christmas day.
With his eyesight so bad, he was glad she could show him another way.
by Chinedum Ekwobi |
Categories:
allusion, analogy, bullying, business, courage,
I can’t remember lifting a weight
Without having to for some time wait,
Eyes on The Monster to round it skate
And briefly ponder over Man’s fate…
I can never love, rather should hate
Whomever remembers me, next Weight
And dares me to prove a prowess great:
Say, the lifting of rods in a crate:
“This could be a set-up: Satan’s Bait!
Sure, a guy who wants to hear I’m late,”
It’s a weight that still far is the date,
When one shall open tears-drying gate,
Gaps bridge of the ones given by mate;
Speeding up things still at a slow rate…
A weight when things haven’t reached the state
For ending one’s writing on kid’s slate.
by Matthew Anish |
Categories:
angst, devotion, faith,
Let the wind
blow from the north
We'll continue to
strive
as we always have
Let the season become
frigid
We'll move along
the path, without
any fear
The roof and roads
may be covered
with ice
We'll move ahead
and
create our own warmth
Let the sky turn
white
and drop snowflakes
on our fair city
We'll feel warmth
in our bones
Knowing that we
can withstand the frost
gives us courage
Let Father Winter do
his worst
We'll learn what
we must
As the waters
ice over
We'll skate quickly
to our destinations
We'll meet once
again
Two small figures
Conquering the elements
with love