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You have a unique voice, like natural speaking.

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thank you very many fables made in a certain style of accomplishment 
the proctor and the related at my home planet were elated and they did not sleep 
last nite in anticipation of this antiquation to be delivered by the eye this old 
fashioned smith and Wesson oiled typewriter is so old it makes a dot between 
each word thank GOD it does not translate to the pages but the missing pieces 
of the spacecraft have now been found and tagged. The people of this  village 
think that eye am just old homeless and so eye can carry on surveillance of the 
public eye become a new Jim Dandy very handy with a pen and with a keyboard 
flowing thoughts upon the word a document of sponging taking all eye have to 
give her she gives something in return she keeps almost every word and turns 
the pages in my future book with just a look in my direction and a genuflection 
and a big reminisce The Lifer he is so avid of a fan a clear cut game boy game 
man he roots for roots and never makes a mental happy statement he is so self 
centered the quarter back is sacked and carried off the field and his sarcastic 
friend says He died he up and died just to see what the LIFER will now say and 
this is what the Lifer says about the dead quarterback. He just can’t do that he 
can’t do this to me we have a third quarter coming up the ball is stuck in 
centerfield without the quarterback to carry it to third base then we aer ruined he 
just can’t do this unto me and while he blubbers while he cries his friend moves 
away just out of sight and he the friend is now muttering this thought so dumb 
eye did not knoe that my friend JOE was so dang dumb as to confuse the game 
of hockey with baseball no its football with a quarterback not hockey what is 
wrong with me I’m almost bad as him eye had way too many beers today please 
take me to the gym and let me play with tying socks in knots and slamming 
locker doors before the next quarter comes and they carry one more quarter back 
away. Joe is so dang dumb.


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The Big Hockey Game

I'm in the locker room,
our team is ready to zoom

Equipment is on,
for there is a game to be won

The music is playing,
nervous, my body is shaking

The game, just moments away,
it's the highlight of my day

Butterflies in my belly,
I hope our team is ready

Coaches go over our strategies,
of course, we don't want any penalties

Last second thoughts race through my head,
I'll make it a game that I won't dread

Coach says it's time to play,
I want a win for my red and gray

Now is my time, I got to go,
see you after the game, when I'm covered in snow


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Hockey

In Canada we do not cower
On ice we have a lot of power
When we're young we know our fates
No booties for us we wear ice skates

We dream of scoring goals galore
We pass the puck we shoot it more
We do not like our politics
In bed we hug our hockey sticks

Our country built around a game
Become a pro and get some fame
My seond home the ice arena
I skate and play so very keena

It's Hockey so Canadian
Some players are Arcadian
The game now ends lets shout it out
Winners cheer and losers pout


Hockey is a national institution in Canada.


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Hockey Games

 
Everybody loves it when the team scores a goal. This is what all hockey fans extol. The lights start flashing and the siren sounds. Cheering is heard from the seats that abounds. Many fans go to hockey games each night. However, I go to see the players fight. After some hooking, slashing, or a mean cross-check, the victim wants to break the other player’s neck. They drop their gloves and throw a left hook. Before you know it, there is a big donnybrook. Each of the three twenty-minute periods is nice. It is all like World War Three on ice.


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NHL Lockout

From Boston all the way to Vancouver, the hockey season may already be over. Right now, there is quite a bit of doubt. The team owners have locked the players out. For hockey fans, this isn’t very nice. They won’t see their favorite players on ice. It will take a lot of negotiating and luck to get the referees to drop the puck. The two bargaining sides are still miles apart. Because of that, the season won’t start. The team management and players should get it together. On the horizon, I see lots of stormy weather.


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Stanley Cup

blood on the ice
going for the Cup
who’s going to get it?


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On Frozen Pond

Caleb Smith's “Echoes of the Heart” has inspired me to recall those halcyon days long ago on the frozen ponds of my youth.

It was hockey from early morn to the darkening shades of late afternoon with only a short break for a quickly devoured Campbell's Vegetable Soup for lunch. My closest friend was Ken. You very rarely saw one of us without the other, we were inseparable. Our hockey sticks were battered and thin and only bore a slight resemblance to hockey sticks we got each year for Christmas. The pond was a wide frozen body of water beside a well traveled highway to the distant land called the United States. But in our minds it was The Montreal Forum filled with screaming fans cheering on our every move. We would take turns being the great Maurice “The Rocket” Richard while the other would be all-star goalie Jacques Plante! It could have been minus 20 degrees Fahrenheit but we never felt the cold and icy winds... we were superstars.

On a few occasions I have revisited that hallowed ground where we spent hour upon hour, oblivious to time, our faces frozen as well as our ears and our toes! The cheering of the imaginary crowds was all the inspiration we needed to fire a blistering shot through the imaginary pads each other was wearing. At the end of the day, we literally had to crawl home on our hands and knees, our ankles no longer being able to support our tired legs. 

Those sweet memories have stayed with me for a lifetime. I'm sure with my last breath of life, the vision of Ken and me will flash before my eyes. Ah yes, hockey, it was what young Canadian boys lived for back then!

© Jack Ellison 2013


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THE GOALIE

THE GOALIE There's a young hockey player whose mask is all holey When the puck slaps at his face he's glad he's the goalie But he ducks and he weaves And he falls to his knees The young player then yells, "I've got it - holy moley!" © ELR 2013


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A Threat to the Hockey Team

Each child has talents and Dee always loved to skate
One night at the lake she was called up to the plate
 
The high school hockey team was “slip-sliding away”*
So call her a chauvinist; Dee wanted to play
 
But when the coach recruited her for the team
One boy offered a bottle of shaving cream
 
They couldn’t skate backward; Dee sure showed them how
Stealing their puck, she curtseyed and took a bow
 
Take it from Dee, men don’t like to be upstaged
By her free-flowing glide the boys were outraged
 
When it came time for the school’s holiday dance
To find a date, this skater hadn’t a chance  
 
 


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SATURDAY NIGHT HOCKEY

SATURDAY NIGHT HOCKEY Saturday night I sit alone on the couch It's Edmonton at Toronto who face off game one Bernier for Leafs and Dubnyk for Oilers Dubnyk's a big lad: 6-6, a big shirt Bernier at 6-0, won't take too much dirt But nay, I'll not share any spoilers. 'Tis a well-played game and the puck's flying fast, A strong game for sure but not too much fists The score is 4-4 and second period has passed Now the Oilers score again and the fans they do hiss So the Leafs pull Bernier and TO fans all yell "SCORE!" But the Oilers come back and we're in O/T for some more. With 2:51 left on the clock the Leafs make a run And with a classic 3-on-one the game they have won! c ELR 2013


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