Best Rinks Poems

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On
This
A blessed
Winter Day
Dressed for the
Holidays. A pure blanched
Vision awaits me so I reflect out loud. 

Satin white angel hair snow, sleeps light on our street,
enriches the raw pines in a virginal base coat of flurries.
Families dressed for the holidays, lovely, quite the treat.
There are voices...

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*SNOW WHITE*

ANOTHER
BURRRR! BLIZZARD
COMING
DECEMBER 
ESKIMO
FREEZING FORECAST
GHOST-GROUNDS'
HEAVY
ICICLES
JITTERS
KIMONO
LOW-HEAT
MAKING-COCA
NAPPING
OASIS
POWDERY
QUILTS
RESTING
SHIVERING
TURNING TO LOVER
UNDER-COVER
VIXEN-HEAT
WINTER-WINDOWS
XOXOXO's
YAWNING
ZZzzzzz!


*COLD AS ICE*

Zambonice-ing  Your X-winter Whiting-rinks, Visible & Unusual Tough Snow-flurry, Racing Quietly Precipitation, Overflows, Nightfall, Mocking Like-little Keys Jiggling, Inside Hailstorm, Getting Frigid, Every-second, Drifting Clouds, Building ANGER!

by;PD 
for: ABC contest...

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WE ARE CANADIAN, EH?

We came across the Bering Strait twelve thousand years ago. 
We didn't linger long up there – 'twas 99 below!
We wandered south while looking for a Timmy's 'round each bend,
Just something in our DNA - we are  Canadian!

We are our Founding...

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When snow starts falling in Canada 
We know winter games shall begin.
Do we just sit around fireplaces?
No, that would be a sin.
Snowball fights daily in our schoolyards,
Till the bell calls them in.

Rosie red cheeks on children,
Mittens with scarf’s and hats,
Snowmen in every front yard,
Put away...

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To the most ardent fans, this year has been hell.
There are plenty of idle hockey rinks throughout the NHL.
With season ticket holders, this has not been nice.
They want to see their favorite players roughhousing on the ice.
The team owners have been staging a lockout.
Will there...

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Millie's Christmas Wish
Winter Vacation was coming
The kids were all set
They were thinking of Christmas
And the gifts they would get

But, Millie sat waiting
Thinking of nothing but snow
Watching the class clock
That was moving so slow


They did arts and crafts
Made cute cards for their folks
Sang old Christmas songs
And...

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Snowfall so heavy in 'eighty-two
 reproduced a Christmas card view.
A biting wind swirled in one foot drifts
 over hanging in bridges..makeshift.

The fields flooded into skating rinks
 into which each footstep sinks,
cracking under body weight so 
not the best place to skate.

Thawing February brings twitching noses...

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Did you ever try growing minks?
Or writing poems with kinks?
With dark or colored inks?
And soft and lightened pinks?
Write messages that links,
With the Mysterious Sphinx?
Get on a boat that sinks? 
Use metals made of zinc's?
Go skating at the rinks?
"AW," you say, "That stinks!"
For that, my eye...

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The House That Jack Built (Part 1)

Fatigued from years of gleaning storms of snow, sleet, and rain,
 I was yet an innocent and therefore unashamed.
 Her smothered walls creaked and her shingled roof leaked,
 The House That Jack Built some called it.
 But that is...

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Hooray!

     Wet grassy feet fill my soccer cleats.
     Hot sweaty teens run fast track meets.

     She skis down sugary mountain tops.
     He begs his coach to play shortstop.

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Time clock,
               Baby
Stuck on the inside
out on the black bench,
	       Baby.
Never going back like the good old days
like the jinxed rinks, cut out
like watersheds.

It’s so...

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As we spoke to our son last month, it felt like 'A Twilight Zone'.                               ...

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The world is snowy white on a Sunday,
You can see the church steeples,
Parents and children are off to church on Sunday,
You can see prints in the snow,
Reindeer wander freely and are being fed,
Skiers ski the mountains and trails,
The ponds are frozen and make good skating...

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The Arctic Fire Bugs

Ice nights are the playpen
For the kids born to this land
 Skating rinks and bowling shoes 
Never touched a hand
Or foot that kicked at blocks of ice
As thick as you are tall
They scoff at jackets toss their hats
While through the drifts they...

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Preface:  Written for my wife our 1st Christmas without Ryan.

Still Listening

Ryan heard me whisper,
Merry Christmas to his mother.
He hears Rob and Ronnie laughing,
at funny stories of their brother.
He hears the prayers, 
he hears the praise,
family and friends have given.
Ryan still hears everything,
while he waits...

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