Water,
Humble and kind,
Washes away poor's shelters,
The fearful vibrations of fate,
A doom.
In Edmonton’s chill, where the faithful stand,
Calvin cheers loud with a firebrand.
From Gretzky’s grace to Messier’s might,
He’s lived and breathed each game night.
He knows the legends—Kurri, Fuhr, Coffey—
Their names like verses in hockey’s poetry.
Now it's Connor, blazing past the pack,
And Draisaitl keeping defenders back.
With Bouchard’s blast and Skinner’s saves,
Calvin stands tall through losses and waves.
The past and present fuel his pride—
The Oilers' fire, alive inside.
A fan for life, through highs and lows,
He bleeds orange and blue—everyone knows.
Scott W.
“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” ? Wayne Gretzky”
Where courage sleeps, and doubt begins to bloom,
There stands a chance, unseen, unheard, unknown.
A fleeting moment, poised to meet its doom,
Unless brave hands reach out and claim its own.
For in the realm of dreams, where shadows play,
And whispered fears may hold ambition fast,
A single shot, though missed, can light the way,
A lesson learned, a challenge bravely cast.
So let not trepidation hold you back,
Nor fear of failure dim ambition's fire.
For even when the target's mark is black,
The act of aiming sets the soul afire.
My daughter Louisiana
where did it go wrong ?
Why have you become so greedy
Greedy that you feed on your own offsprings
Intoxicated by drinking the blood of your own children
Your sister’s wombs are cracking with terror
Because of what you do to their children
Isn’t America the peace maker a woman who every man admires her enchanting beauty
Your breast feeds the young and old the rich and poor
But why are the sons of California neglected their tear have created rivers
Their wounds have deepened to form valleys,
their scars sing the song of survival and seek revenge
My deaf ears hear cries from thousands miles away
And my womb mourns day and night and my heart is drained by the weep
Those with expensive shoes on their feet flee
the bear footed are left behind
Peace be upon the sons and daughters of Louisiana.
America will not take my country ~ and it won't take our game
our father in heaven
whos love is forever the same
how wonderful it is that you know our name
you know each struggle on the journey we make
you know every tear we shed every smile every thought
oh how your word will always remain
the one who called us
and knows our name Amen
God loves you immensely (John 3:16), He thinks about you all the time (Ps. 139:17-18), and He knows your name (John 10:3). Amen
isiah 43 v 1
But now, O Jacob, listen to the LORD who created you. O Israel, the one who formed you says, “Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine.
our father in heaven
whos love is forever the same
how wonderful it is that you know our name
you know each struggle on the journey we make
you know every tear we shed every smile every thought
oh how your word will always remain
the one who called us
and knows our name Amen
God loves you immensely (John 3:16), He thinks about you all the time (Ps. 139:17-18), and He knows your name (John 10:3). Amen
Hickory Dickory Duck
The defenseman stole the puck
He still didn’t score
The game was a bore
Hockey’s a game for Canucks
Hearts shattered
Open ice
Friendly smiles
Competitions vice
A tie, they say
A game well loved
How can we win
When peace is the ideal above
We slaughter them humanely
We butcher them halal
Oil don't do well on our coast
And Orca's don't do well there
Are we better at entertaining than winning?
Now there's an original thought
We'd better burey the Oilers
Otherwise we'll get caught
Mint Julip and Pimento Cheese
Smith Island Cake and Beef Pit BBQ
Hot Pastrami on Rye and Cheesecake
She offered him the meal
and smiled at him
without saying much more.
he frowned and ate.
asking for only a napkin.
The cold of winter chilled him
to the bone. He neither wanted more
or less he just stood
with his back to the window
and asked
he simply wrote x= arrow up/ arrow down
and started looking to hauler mags to
gain support of his
endeavors.
Ole Fiddle Song
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"The coal of winner
the hoss man say.
disk is hymn say'in
disk.
ya'll know he say disk!
write chair he
say.
win doughs
hymn bacon the soda.,
hymn say!
Can't tucky Fiddle
Ball it More
Bells Mounted
York Strips.
Did@tic
Doer
song foo Ya'll!"
Auston Matthews: A great hockey player who is often in the news. When it comes to scoring goals, Auston, please don’t give up! I want to see my Maple Leafs win the Stanley Cup!
David Pasternak:
For scoring goals, he really has a knack.
With him, I only have one beef:
He scored the goal that sank my Maple Leafs!!!
They're pagans on ice with wood sticks
And maximum pain each inflicts
But Saint Patrick knows
God prefers trios
Like three-leaf shamrocks and hat tricks
The oncoming winter is fast approaching
With my limited mobility not looking forward
Some would classify me as a shut-in
I truly don't have a problem with that
Taking into consideration my advanced age
Not knowing how much longer I have
'Tis better to be frugal than frivolous
Have been extremely fortunate lucky so far
My childhood goes way back to a small town
Just to the south of Montreal
Winters were really quite brutal
But as a lad of 3 or 4 I revelled in the snow
And then there was hockey...
Sensor on a relay, really?
These Brand-New cars,
aren't very easy.
It's like playin Parcheesi,
with old fartin sneezy.
Yeah, these brand-new cars,
sure, aren't very easy.
Specific Types of Hockey Poems
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