Best Toboggan 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 singing, travel soft on a passing breeze.
My senses are ablaze on this blessed winter day.
Children's faces bright red from play rekindle memories.
Remembering crafting sculptures, the element, like clay.
Snow fights, where we'd take refuge behind shrubberies
Lights energized, dance with the dark as their partner.
Colors, tints the nights complexion in a luminesce glow.
Smoke from pillow covered roofs make my heart flutter.
My days of improvised ice rinks, skating with the flow.
A holiday surrounded night ignites passions deep.
Making snow angels, pulled on a toboggan down my avenue,
Picking a frosted pine then wrapped and thrown into our Jeep.
Heading home with that years tree to dress and decorate anew.
But it is now and time to play in this our new frosting of snow.
With my two baby girls we use it to bake as if it were dough.
Life is different now, as an adult with my children, I go slow.
Savor every moment, their youth a gift, repeats like an echo.
03~12~2014
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: Winter Poems #1
Categories:
toboggan, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
I stood on the balcony one night,
The land was bathed in luminous light,
The air was filled with winter's chill,
Frost had covered the window sill.
I stared into the sky above,
My heart had swelled full of love,
The galaxy glowed with bright stars,
Lights so heavenly, from afar.
The night shone bright on every hill,
Yet, everything was quiet and still,
Through the valley no wind did blow,
The little village blanketed in snow.
What joy the Yule is going to bring,
At the break of dawn, the town will sing,
Making this, one eve to remember,
On one magical night of December.
But, in this fantasy land it is late,
And this seasonable panorama is great,
I want to take this long walk alone,
Through unchanging scenery, I wander from home.
I'll take a candle to light my way,
Upon the ice, I could walk until day,
I made it up a deep, glittering bank,
In the glistening snowflakes, my feet sank.
A million diamonds now covered the land,
I pulled my mittens on, over my hands,
The snow could never melt in this cold,
The Northern degrees of stories once told.
I will enjoy the winter as in days of old,
The still photographs of the past unfold,
A thermometer shows the drop of degrees,
The thaw of the snow I hope not to see.
Mirrored is my reflection along the river,
Quartz crystals of ice, makes me shiver,
Icicles hang from a cabin, near the woods,
Silently, wolves and elk in the forest, stood.
Reindeer and rabbits run through the snow,
A memorable sight in the lovely moon's glow,
An owl calls out from high in a tree,
Imagine all this, as a keepsake to see.
Tomorrow the snow will make the children sing,
To the hills, a toboggan they will bring,
Soon, we will hear his sleigh bells ring,
And, all the Christmas bells will be jingling!
Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Leonora Galinta's contest - Christmas Epic
Categories:
toboggan, beauty, christmas, night, snow,
Form:
Epic
Oh, Winter it is time for you to put away your white coat,
and to roll up your tattered blanket once so beautiful;
time for me to put away my cozy comforter;
and my red toboggan still dwelling lonely on the porch.
The fireplace is cold and neglected now,
and the gingerbread cookies have been eaten except one;
my ice skates are of no use with no ice on which to skate,
and the Christmas poinsettia once lovely is looking real droopy.
I am ready Winter- to pack away all my winter clothes;
and have removed the winter wreath from my front door!
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May 14, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Oh, Winter
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1144-124-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Objectifying A Season
sponsor, Sheri Fresonke Harper
Third Place
Categories:
toboggan, winter,
Form:
Verse
‘Twas the night before Christmas in the little town of Oberflugelschweinsaxenmitcracklingewurst.
(There are some that are much longer; it isn’t the worst)
Now hier ist ze haus of ze happy family SCHMIDT
Und Herr Schmidt mit rosenconk giving ze gluwein a hit
Ze Schmidt kinder all excited - Santa Claus kommin to town
Und everyone so merry, mit big smiles, und never a frown
Und zere in ze garten ze liddle haus you know what for
Zose are ze shoes of Frau Schmidt sticken aus unter ze door
Und now here ist gekommin Santa Claus on der grosse toboggan
He is singin Oh! so merry cos he also had a noggin
See ze reindeer geklompin uberhead, leaving Lufthasa standingk
Zen down zey are kommin - all ready fur ze Landingk
Ach! Meine Gott! Zey are heading for ze liddle haus in ze garten!
Kablunden! Blitzen ! Alles Kaput! Ze liddle haus Ist geflattened
Und Frau Schmidt ist runningk aus mit ze knickers round ze ankles!
Zat’s enough to spoil your Christmas; in ze snow it really rankles
Fater Christmas zen ist sayingk: "Shtupid dumkopf reindeer - Heraus!
I gave you clear instruction to be landing on ze SCHMIDT Haus !!!!!"
Categories:
toboggan, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
the dog made angels
the cat gave me "that" look
...the shovel waited
the power lines sag
sparrows draped in white capes
...await the sunrise
old contrarians
frolicking in the fresh powder
...making snow devils
idle snowmen stare
the cat stalks my mittens
....hot chocolate beckons
family upheaval
the toboggan continues on
...laughter in the snow
Categories:
toboggan, family, fun, snow, winter,
Form:
Senryu
I have a ridiculously large head,
I think I’d opt for a smaller one instead.
Oh, sure, you say that it suits me fine,
That’s because yours isn’t near as big as mine.
I bet that it weights at least thirty pounds,
It looks even bigger than it sounds.
When I lay it down on my waterbed,
A tsunami rises so my wife has said.
When I go to try on winter hats,
The clerk gives me ones with ventilation slats,
That way when it’s not on sitting my dome,
It can be used as a guest room for my home.
My giant head is entirely too big,
Someday archeologists will venture on dig,
They’ll think that I came from the highland,
On the west end of Easter Island.
Little kids stare up at my noggin,
They think it could be used for a toboggan.
Or a shed to hold random hodgepodge,
That clutters things up in their dad’s garage.
Don’t tell me that it’s due to my intellect,
It makes your judgment sound suspect.
It’s because my brain is fashioned like a brick,
And my skull is so very, very thick.
Categories:
toboggan, funny, me, easter, me,
Form:
Light Verse
A picturesque day
fresh blanket of white powder
A journey, a quest to make memories
One, two,
skip a few,
ninety-nine, one hundred
racing up the steps
to the top of the hill
faster
hurry daddy !!
Toboggan in tow
Dad's too slow
Top of the hill
they're all finally there
Get in line and wait their turn
Enter the chute
One, two, three, four, and finally five
Down the slide they fly
what a rush, feeling so alive
The perfect memory
The perfect time
"Back to the top of the hill"
"I'll race you"
A smiling dad sighs
Categories:
toboggan, family, fun,
Form:
Free verse
Just remembering the 50's and the good old days,
When "I'm Bored" wasn't part of our vocabulary.
We had hopscotch, skip rope, hide 'n seek, and tag,
Life was full of adventure, dreams and mystery.
Food was scarce, money earned collecting bottles throughout the countryside.
Many of us hadn't even a bike nor a toboggan on which to slide.
We romanced the rain showers during April,
And frolicked in snow drifts at winter time.
Imaginations were awakened and we befriended,
Our river, meadows and woods with trees to climb.
Back then it was safe to walk alone to a friend's home,
Or explore along The St. Lawrence River's shore.
Back then neighbours were like family- close kin
Who'd no need to ever lock their door.
Simplicity was the poor man's secret,
Practising love, patience, humility and joy
Ever noticed the man who is led by God's Hand,
Never loses the essence of a much admired boy?
Reflections by Joan May Donnelly Ellis March 17 2015
Categories:
toboggan, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
“HOSPITAL HUMP”
(a tall tale – or not?)
The wind and the cold on the hill
they stood still
as two shadows arrived
near the peak
above what was known
as “Hospital Hump”
a devious, dastardly,
butt crushing bump.
So started the legend
a Grand-dad and Grand-son
who challenged the hill
“OH, just for fun!!”
The younger had shouted
“Papa, do the hump”
to which he replied
“it’s just one more bump.”
They stood at the top
no fear…..maybe traces
looked down on the horrified
frost frozen faces.
Thus the legend was born
of a daring descent
toward the “Hospital Hump”
and all that name meant.
Bright blue of their chariot
rippling with speed
gathering momentum
approaching the deed.
Then, as all of nature
and man stood aghast
they hit “Hospital Hump”
going way, way too fast.
Frozen in time
against pure blue-black light
Papa and Grandson
about to take flight.
The toboggan drew air
as the partnership crumbled
the younger continued
the older – he tumbled
back flipped and rolled
in the feather cold snow.
The toboggan continued
its arc o’er the trees
as the terrified crowd
fell to their knees,
the kid – now alone
looking down on the trees.
Grandpa was up!
Tracing the arc
wondering if
it would touch down
by dark.
The crowd gathered near
unsure of their place
straining they saw
two eyes and a face,
under the snow
an ice covered grin
shouted “C’MON PAPA
LET’S DO IT AGAIN!”
6/30/2016
submitted to – Tell a Tall Tale – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Jesse Day
Categories:
toboggan, fun, grandson, snow,
Form:
Free verse
As expected, Mars failed to arrive on time for the games
Space travel is difficult, compromised for non existent beings
Speculations run high that the media would not favor the USA
News reporters speak on Martian matters and on their behalf
Always have their way in such arenas with no figures
It was zero zero at half time
No one expected more
The end triggered overtime
Zero zero continued into eternity
As expected, the fans love good competition
Everyone knows in their heart
Earth is better than Mars
We have people for starters
We wonder what will happen in time
The Winter Olympics are right around the corner
Who knows how far Mars will go to score
Will they do any better on the toboggan or the luge
The news reporters favor the USA as usual
Or is it Mars
We see a bunch of zeroes in their future
No matter who they are
Categories:
toboggan, absence, corruption, destiny, image,
Form:
Free verse
Mingling multiplying minnows marvel masterfully and jaded hooded jalapenos race to the scene. For a pretty fortress is unveiled to a mass highway injection. In a timed spring curve heap hats. In a basting tree wear a nice vest with some heels. As a storm passes remember that a nine inch dome bowl is often a domesticated chatter box and holds vast amounts of information and instructional words to many a passing mouse. So always put leaves in a soup. Wear a spade and trowel. Mix a temple with a house to form associations of a flowery day. Snowing is great fun for those pickled and pins can win in toboggan competitions in world wide juxtaposition. Is merely a global push. A capitalist catapulting cavey. An orchestra of a self shrouded mission bomb. Swooping swerving swimming in acres of grasslands. Timelords. Tinkering. Tinkling. Tin. Tan. Ton. Tone. Dare to cross a washing line of over 800 metres. Balance on a scone. Sit on a sandwich. Or swim in a broth. Cavity carnal caves creating clapping dance. 3% of an oceanographic octopus at a grand ball. Oh how quite exquisite. Punky puffing puffins. Opulence. Orifices of domestic fishes. Cinema of calibration. *** moonbeams
Categories:
toboggan, crazy,
Form:
Lessons Learned Hard
by Robert (Bob) Moore
We used to call this weather “brisk”
but now its “bloody cold”
funny how your outlook changes
as your growing old
The cold gets into these old bones
and makes them ache and pain
what I’d give if I could be
back in my youth again
Cold weather did not bother me
I waited for the snow
get out the old toboggan
and to Sunny Brow we’d go
Sledding fast, down the hill
Gore Brook at the bottom
good job the fence was there to stop us
or we’d be long forgotten
Those bangs and bruises years ago
probably started all this pain
but I don’t care, if I was young
I’d do it all again
Categories:
toboggan, fun, games, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
In the wilderness
Up north in Canada
There's over five feet of snow
And freezing cold.
Very little transportation,
Just dog and sled.
So bundle up in the warmest clothes
Take a long adventurous journey
Across the region.
Already to launch this expedition
With the most bravest, black and white
Husky dogs
Dragging an enormous toboggan
Carries a married couple
And their lovely daughter.
The little girl turns around
Looks up to her parents
And says, "All this excitement
Makes me feel
Like a Happy Eskimo!
Categories:
toboggan, dog, environment, family, future,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A teapot has a wonderful wingspan of over five centimetres but a button for a shirt has incredible wings measuring sixty eight point nine metres. This was sure to upset teapot who rather fancied itself as being the largest wing in the house. Blatant blaring belligerence brings big heads. And a chauvinistic chatting charging caped cauliflower sings whilst on horseback whilst waving a large opaque pair of patterns tights. The passing pockets grin. And the integrity of an integer was integral to internally investigate ironic irksome ilk. It is unwise to wear such a floral outfit when mopping the lawn. Mopping the lawn should only ever be done in a space suit. And mopping lawns can only occur after firstly cutting the lawn with a pair of scissors. Paper scissors or baby scissors. No bigger for the grass blades will attack back against shearing. They do not appreciate hair cuts and hair cuts are neither heated headed hallways and nor are they mispronounced adjectives weaving in and out of a sentence when the sentence is moving and talking. Quite rude. One should listen to sentences. But adjectives don't they either abstain or are aggressive. This is not a pattern to prune a pin bush? Ha a fly is calling on a currant to play on a toboggan. Ha the entire end of annexed antelope is lifting five feet overhanging a bridge. Xxxxx hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia arriving at ten past three. And llanfairpwyllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndt obwyll-llantysiliogogogoch..... Big z then. Yes. Z
Categories:
toboggan, animal, basketball,
Form:
plus Doctor Kaunda also says family names
in tandem should not determine,
who to associate with, any more than nap
pulled lying flat hair, but rather character of hearts,
viz each one of every Zambian availing their lap
necessarily if seat space in short supply.
Speaking at a vision
ambassadors promoting peace
campaign fundraising dinner,
Doctor Kaunda says increase
in toto with discrimination,
suspicion, hatred, betrayal, malice, fleece
sing (the golden calf)
re: greed, selfishness, grease
sing palms, and other
negative behavior release
zing threatening opposition
to zeitgeist, and core values crease
and crimp unity if left unchecked.
He has recalled that during
struggle for independence,
people from various
backgrounds humming and purring
worked hand in glove together,
realizing that they were, spurring
above everything else,
brothers and sisters of
one nation hungry stirring
potential for harmony whirring.
Dr. Kaunda says the “One Zambia One Nation” slogan
coined many decades ago still holds
true and continues starring Hulk Hogan
to unite Zambian’s together as one motley crue
clinging as one to solid state craft toboggan.
He says Zambia remains
a beacon of peace in Africa,
that dare not smother
snapchat, nor shutterfly - oh brother
scuttling important all Zambian citizens
should pay obeisance with mother
land maintaining grew ving
peace and loving one another.
Categories:
toboggan, abuse, anger, appreciation, city,
Form:
Political Verse