by Wandering Butterfly |
Categories:
childhood, dedication, happiness, places, uplifting
Ah, Alum Creek
A place I love to go
In the summer for a picnic
Or a jet ski talent show
The kids can run and play
Covered in sand from head to toe
Pack your 45
we've got UV rays to soak
Hitch up them jet skis boys
Dont forget the boat
"Out to play!" is on the door
"Will return" was all I wrote
-Miranda Lambert-
02/15/2011 11:45 am
(My dad took us to alum creek every summer, I plan to continue this legacy for many
summers to come)
by Robert Johnson |
Categories:
lost love, passion, sad, me,
Dark skis over head
The fiery pit underneath
When she walks into the room
All light is pushed from me
Striding up to me she opens her mouth
And from it flies the insults and curses
That turns me cold in my soul
Why do I deserve this?
What crime did I commit?
I have given my soul
And she retuned it in shreds
This is the last day
For should she return
I’ll give her a little black box
And when she opens it
All my wounded and torn soul
That has mingled
With hate despair and frustration
Shall be set free
In all is godly fury
It shall all be contained in a note
That will tear out
The very fabric of her spirit
And justice shall be done
by Clifford Villalon |
Categories:
emotions, for her,
Skidding along the ice-covered ground
Traversing like a runaway hound
Eluding, hopping on series of mound
And lines of snowflakes over a thousand pound
Skiing from a snow peak so high
In my soul an eidetic heart that thrives
Your memory I keep alive not sigh
Your vim in me that cogently drives
With the dancing sun that shines on me not dries
Over and under frigid trees my skis and I flies
Hails and blizzards never bid you my byes
My feet on drifting snow, my heart never dies
The floating moon sends you my voice in verse
You, I adore, and pray for without haste
A boon in my life I hoist, not immerse
Up and down the snow-filled hills, my love I praise
by Vella Taliare |
Categories:
december, february, fun, january, joy, nice, winter,
Excitedly snapping boots into skis,
Thinking it’s nice, this cold winter breeze
That rustles the trees
And makes words freeze
Just when they are spoken.
Movement starts out shaky
The precipitation flaky
Swirling skiing trails look snaky
And soon legs will be achy,
But winter has awoken.
Soon, rushing down hills,
Disturbed snow spills,
Falling in frills,
And then it stills,
Forgetting quiescence was broken.
A crash breaks the calm
Sudden like a bomb
Looking down, blood soaks palm
It hurts! -- where’s mom?
But the pain is merely a token
For a love of winter, unbroken.
by David Drowley |
Categories:
feelings, life, love, memory,
Our life book is laden with lots of love.
Brief notes and roses and corny love songs;
Kisses, rubbing noses; cooing like doves.
Pledging our love to the one we belong,
A sentence here and a paragraph there.
Wedding bells and honeymoon embraces,
Alone times and skis; with you anywhere!
Romantic sails to exotic places.
Churning ice cream with kids the old-time way.
Grandkids rushing to hug our knees at the door.
The sadness of parents passing away
Left bittersweet memories, rich, not poor.
Beyond feeling, love is life’s best way:
The peaceful love of ordinary days.
by Gwen Von Erlach Schutz |
Categories:
beauty, god, leadership,
The gentle snow falls, covering the spruces on the mountain,
Like God's wand creating a winter scene of beauty,
The mountain tops and peaks covered with snow,
The skier skis the mountain with excellence on the blanket of snow,
An Olympic adventure that profiles skiing and friendship,
A love affair with the winter snow destined to be there always during winter,
The beautiful chalet at the base of the mountain where the skier and his friends,
Gather for a delicious lunch of bread, cheese and maybe a cup of warm chocolate,
Snow appears on the window of the chalet, frost patterns can be seen.
God's love is everywhere on a winter's day.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
by Phillip Garcia |
Categories:
how i feel, lost love, miss you,
Down that street. The big house, teeming transmissions
of penciled degrees from paper thin ‘pedes,
has basic nature themed accommodations.
Mud wiped under feet. White fresh carpet steamed
and obvious windows certainly so
I walk on hands. Here’s a photo I can’t hold.
Denver on rental skis on stolen snow
a sneaky crook took (much later it snowed).
Pencil thin frames. Too much foundation. Here’s more
in the kitchen. A pumpkin on the counter top
hands over a knife. I open a door
then I carve through a window. Snow hasn’t stopped,
but Cinderella (who’s a lunatic)
undressed before one (still) looks pretty thick.
12/17/2018
by David Drowley |
Categories:
family, joy, life, love, memory, sad,
Our life book is loaded up with lots of love.
A sentence here, a paragraph there; even a chapter pair;
Hearing wedding bells, sharing honeymoon embraces, alone times and skis;
Other romantic tales of ships with sails cruising exotic seas.
Children churning ice cream with us the old-fashioned way.
Grandchildren rushing to our knees; hugging us at the door.
The sadness of seeing the passing of warm parental love
And all the bittersweet memories that a lifetime may endure.
Our love will flow on through wrinkled skin and jowly chins.
Love is beyond feeling, it is a way of life.
1/15/2019
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
winter,
I had never seen snow skis before 1976
Did not know about the rich man’s sport
Every time I see a ski photo I remember those news articles
Claudinet Longet is accused of killing her lover
Spider Sabich is dead, murdered.
Her ex-husband Andy Williams stands by her
True love.