Long Ski Poems
Long Ski Poems. Below are the most popular long Ski by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Ski poems by poem length and keyword.
Bridgett Faerie leapt from the flames with a pop and a fizzle
Delighting her elemental dad, Hellfire, wielder of the flame
Her mother gave her the power to make leaves dance
Her purpose not apparent yet, but she was magnificent.
Hair in shades of copper we did not know had been invented.
She stood on the tallest log and stared us down, Then she flew.
New faeries can hardly ever fly. We gasped.
"Forty-one years since I saw a first day flyer,"
one of the elderly brownies whispered.
Bridgett landed next to her.
"Hi!" she said. The whole council laughed.
"She is precocious," one of the faeries said.
Bridgett turned.
I saw her face for the first time;
oval with laughing caramel eyes.
Her nose was a tiny ski slope, a tiny lift at the end. She wrinkled it.
"Where are the leaves?" she demanded. "I want to get started."
Even Hellfire was astounded; he had six daughters but not this one
Until today. She would be a force to be honored and revered.
Her snotty sisters began to make fun of her,
pretending non-jealousy.
Hellfire gave them a look and there was instant silence.
"Are those my SISTERS?" Bridgett shrieked with delight.
She flew over and hugged every one of them. Then she flew away.
How could someone with such tiny feet be so assertive?
No fairy had ever started working on their birthday before today.
Oak tree leaves began floating down into the fire.
The fire popped and crackled faster and faster.
"I love this job!" Bridgett yelled from a branch forty feet up.
Hellfire looked frightened for the first time.
He had never had a daughter who was more like his wife.
His wife flew past him to help her daughter.
That rarely happens on birthing day either.
"A mini-me-of-Enthusiasm Faerie!" someone said.
Others cheered. Someone clapped Hellfire on the back.
"Now there are two of them, he said."Good luck!"
Bridgett's twin sister Brewit popped out of the flames next.
"Surprise!" She yelled. "There are two of us Daddy!"
Hellfire's mouth dropped open. He had felt outnumbered before.
But never suffered anything like this. Brewit gave him a big hug.
Then she flew up with to join her mother and her sister.
A wonderful day in the woods, one we have never forgotten
Although that was twenty-seven years ago.
The story has been told thousands of times.
And put into the imaginations of many. Their purpose: Joy.
Seven Mossad Agents came to Norway a winter day
when a snow drowns the needs of the homeless
asleep in a shop's doorway absorbing the sarcastic smell
of coffee and the aroma of a Napoleon cream cake.
Their mission was to assassinate a man called a terrorist
by them, but freedom fighters by others.
The target had been located, a man of 47 bearded, with
prematurely gray hair, Semitic features, and a nose somewhat bigger than what is the norm in a Nordic land
He works as a waiter at a cafe, and take the bus home
a quarter past ten in the evening, to his bed-sit, about ten minutes ride from the town.
The group needed two taxis to take them to a hotel called, “Larsen's ski lodge” a pleasant little place with
modern IKEA furniture, giving rooms an airy ambiance
the group went to work at once, the leader carrying a
heavy mobile phone, trying to make contact to base, one presumes an embassy, but failed.
One of the women donned a blond wig, walked to the cafe to be sure their target was there
a quarter past ten two men entered the bus, one of them
who spoke a few word in Swedish, asked for two ticket to Husly which was the lat stop before the bur turned around and back to town
when the “terrorist” alighted the bus the two assassins followed.
No point going into details here, but they got their man
and hid his body in a snow drift.
Cooley, they stood by the stop to catch the bus on its return trip, smoking cigarettes of a foreign brand oblivious eyes saw them at the bus stop
The assassins had overlooked one thing, the man had a girlfriend and when he didn't appeared as usual she went out looking for him with the help of neighbors
Her boyfriend was found in the snowdrift
the police quickly knew what they were dealing with
but since they, the local police were not armed, they waited for reinforcement, when in the morning the assassin group came out to go to the railways station
the group were arrested.
Then the bomb dropped, they had murdered the wrong man, another Arab, they quickly insinuated was a terrorist too, what else was he doing in Norway
The court case took a long time, one of the prosecutors
fell in love with the woman with a fake wig, tried to
say she was an innocent bystander, it didn't wash
the case dragged on, in the end, and since the holocaust
was invoked, the guilty only got a few years.
The Possum of Possibilities was invited by Grandpa Troll to visit our brood,
The Possum heard Carol had a dry spell and a terrible writer’s block, so true.
With the troll’s adventures, penguin’s antics, and witches brew...
With Dragon’s mayhem in town, something had to be done, they knew.
Grandpa Troll brought Possum over, for Carol to peruse,
He looked her up, down, and sideways to everyone’s amuse,
Her mind’s wheels were not lined up right, he announced.
You have activity all about you, that's very pronounced.
It is all swirling around and not latching to the cogs.
Ideas and stories are coming in fast and plenty, but…
There are so many and they are acting like a stream of logs,
Her brain is overloaded and getting a little bit clogged.
Possum instructed Grandpa Troll on the best course of action,
But Dragon was nearby and overheard the conversation.
Our fiery friend was planning on how to clear the brain jam,
Then ski-daddle and go on the lam.
Like so many plans before, he knew Carol’s brain was crammed,
And his ideas always ended up like some explosive spam.
Grandpa Troll saw that look in Dragon’s eyes and knew there was a plot,
And said to Possum; “We'll need your help again, before we’re in a spot.”
Over to Dragon Possum went, then a once over, right, left, and top to bottom,
Grandpa Troll reached into a dusty drawer that hadn’t seen light since Suttom.
Out he pulled two pens, one larger than the other, filled with magic ink.
An incantation filled the air – “E pluribus divideous writeous inlink.”
(Basically saying; what stories were divided are now joined by two writers.)
Possum handed one to Carol and the larger one to Dragon.
“With the magic pens, you both will be able to see the stories about you.”
For Carol, he pointed out; now the cogs won't get dinked, as ideas get linked,
And Dragon, a source of the jams, once written down, became happy as a clam.
Both help each other, now, as Grandpa Troll had hoped with all the activities.
And with a little help from an old friend, called the Possum of Possibilities.
A writer’s block that was going on with his dear...
Is a tale that Hubby has now told, and made so clear.
And now another peaceful evening… was suddenly shot all to Heck...
Until Next time…. As Dragon and Carol are now racing all about!
Michael Eastman & Carol Written 7-21-2015
created to be satiated having your dreams decapitated not what you anticipated? your
life...castrated now left to die to be recreated,
in motion you thought you were the chosen while others believed you soul was frozen lying
deep in the ocean with your eyes never open,
all the frustration temptation lack of motivation has you missing the sensation of life's
creation while interpreting the wrong information,
years have passed and time is gone you hang your head wondering what went wrong while you
sing your sad country song,
this isn't what you seen this life how could it be so mean taking you and crushing your
dream now you see reality ,
it wasn't about the fortune and fame, or how far you get in the game, now to sit and blame
all the others when it was you who used your name,
no one forced you at all it was you who made the call now your left to crawl because you
never realized this is life's ball and the objective is for you to fall,
so as you sit and hang your head crying wondering what she said, but you didn't listen you
walked away instead leaving love in bed,
remember you were the one, the strong man with the gun having your fun while true love
faded in the sun,
you were right it was all about the fight as you stepped into the light and pushed with
all your might you thought you were such a site,
look around your not the only one in this town we all fall to the ground it was you who
thought we were clowns as you joked and we frowned,
the eyes you see are eyes that set the world free, the ones that seen you try to prove
your theory as they took a knee and let it be,
your story is heard world wide, nothing new just a grown man left to cry, now that we have
your attention here's why,
life in front of you is on loan, not yours to waist on the phone or sit on a thrown not
listing to others grown,
take time to breath, listen to the sounds in the trees as I let you be you and you let me
be me the way it's meant to be,
find your life, find true love in a wife, make what's wrong right keep yours in site while
the stars fill the night ,
your fortune is love, your fame are blessings from above happiness is deserving of, and
your time should fit like a clove.
your dream is right there in front of you, open your eyes to a new find the ski of blue
know what is true.... and enjoy the view.
Now Christmas in July seems crazy - I’m sure I hear you say
That has got to be plain silly - but this is the Aussie way
Christmas is in December you insist it’s a well-known fact
But in this land way ‘Down Under’ our seasons are ‘out of whack’
July is Aussie winter while in December it's scorching hot
Those Three Wise Men may know the reason but then again maybe not!
A time for relaxing with family and friends spreading the good cheer
Sip a glass of Lilly Pilli wine or toast with a VB beer
Frosty Christmas in December - for some it seems so right
Tinsel and baubles festooned - Oh what a delightful sight
Presents around the Christmas tree decked with lights and holly
Cheery little Santa’s look so happy and so jolly
In December air-cons turned cold mimicking our winter in July
When Santa rode his sleigh down south to Oz coming from the land up high
With a Ho Ho Ho he now powers his jet ski - riding mighty waves
He coasts straight onto our golden sands joining parting people and raves
Remember my friends it is a time filled with Peace and Joy
To commemorate the Special Birth of a Baby Boy
Worry not friends we don’t miss out on all that wintry good cheer
For you see folks here in OZ - Christmas always comes twice a year
Author’s Note:
'Christmas in July', which is also known as Yulefest or Yuletide in Australia. July is generally the coldest month of winter, so celebrations emulate the atmosphere of the northern hemisphere winter. So that means hearty food like roasts, and warm drinks in front of fireplaces and bonfires. Don’t be alarmed folks! – Just for the record, here in Oz we have a second helping and do celebrate Christmas on 25th December with the rest of the world.
~‘out of whack’ - An Aussie term for ‘Out of Sync’~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Synopsis from the composer of the song and clip -
"The Aussie Christmas Song" by Batesy. Published on Dec 18, 2012
‘One Christmas eve I was singing carols about dashing through the snow & a white Christmas and thought "Aussies don't have snow at Christmas" and it was also 30 degrees outside, so The Aussie Christmas Song was born, it's about sun, sand, backyard cricket, pavlova, and a cold beer - Ah!! - Sing along!!!’
Part 1: The Event
Back in younger age days,
Going to grad school in Boulder, Colo, was no fun,
Lots of course work, research work, little time to socialize,
Professor had to meet his grants timeline,
One nice Saturday morning, a few grad schoolgirls,
Called and invited me to go to Copper mountain ski resort,
How can I resist such a social invitation,
I was ready in the morning dressed up in my winter gears,
We hit the road, within couple of hours, we were at the ski resort,
Went down to rental shop, got fitted with skis and matching boots,
I had not confessed yet to the girls that I was still learning how to ski,
We went up the chairlift, I was helped at the top by attendants to get on my feet,
The girls were good, they took off on their skis down the slope,
I started down slowly on the slopes, till I reached a junction of treks,
I started one way, changed my mind to take another trek,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, no one dared to lift him up,
I was buried in the snow with face down, till an older gentleman came by,
Turned me around, took my skis off, called the ski patrol,
By the late afternoon, girls came to the clinic looking for me,
Advised me, I should have stayed down, and practiced on beginner’s slopes.
Part 2: The Hindsight and lessons learned
I was on crutches for a month,
The diagnosis of hyperextended ligaments was not true,
I had knee surgery to get back hopping in a few weeks.
The lesson I learned, is never show off, know your limits,
Fun can await on some other day,
There was human temptation at that age,
To impress the girls, maybe make a girlfriend,
One girl would come once in a while,
Bring food and consolation for my well-being,
She gradually disappeared; I was back to work.
Now in hindsight, it was a great lesson learned,
People like the winners, not the losers,
Exceed in your effort, show your talent where you are good,
Research is hard work, like poets writing poems,
With only a few readers and good comments,
I found solace in my effort and kept myself going in life.
Pretend not to be master of all the knowledge needed,
Talk to the juniors and experts, if help is required,
Assuming that you can do it all on your own,
It is inviting trouble to a bright future.
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: White Boys
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/1995
I want to do
just like
the white boys
do -
Wear
six hundred
dollar
shoes,
and
dress
in
the finest
of
suits -
I want
a
six figure
income,
to splurge
at
Fred Segal's,
on
Melrose
avenue -
I want to
jog
with
my dog,
while
pushing
my child
in a
stroller -
I want to
send
my children,
to
only
the best
of
schools -
I want a
pristine
neighbourhood
in a
gated
community -
And
style
in a
Bentley,
through
Hollywood -
Just like
the
white boys
do -
I want to
live
in
Beverly Hills,
and
hob nob
with
my
constituents-
I want to
have
A-1
credit,
to
charge
on
Rodeo Drive -
I want a
foyer
filled
with
roses -
and
a
Butler
passing
out
horsd'oeuvres,
champaign,
and
caviar -
And
I want to
travel,
in a
Lincoln
Town car -
What
I really want
is
equal rights,
regardless
of
colour -
Just like
the
white boys
do -
Who
wouldn't
want to
ride
a horse
under
the
golden
sun,
on
the
beach
in
Malibu -
Just like
the
white boys
do
I want to
explore
life
under
the sea
in a
submarine -
I want stocks,
bonds, CD's
and
Ira account's
too -
a
Yacht,
Lear Jet,
and
a
home
in
Peru -
Just like
the white boys
do -
I want to be
in
every
television
commercial,
every
movie,
and
smile for
the
camera,
when they
call
my name -
Just like
the
white boys
do -
I want it
all -
even a
star
on the
walk of fame -
I want to
expose
the
myth,
shown
around
the
world,
that
only
white boys
are
doing
everything -
I want to
Sky Dive,
Hang Glide,
and
fly
in a
Hot Air
balloon -
I want to
fall
from
the sky
in
a
parachute -
I want to
golf;
play
board games,
and
speed race
in
a boat -
I want to
drive
a
jacked-up
truck -
and
lasso
a horse
with
a
rope -
Just like
the
white boys
do -
I want to
Snowboard,
parasail,
ski,
and
wind surf -
And
I want to
dine with
Royalty,
like
Kings
and
Queens -
I want to
be
on the
cover
of every
magazine -
I want it
all -
Just like
the
white boys
do -
Gale force winds are expected; time to tie your knickers down
All heads bent, and everyone is pushing their way across town
Mouths are tightly shut, just in case their dentures out and fly
Ski goggles are on, just in case you get something in your eye
Skirts are all flying up with long hair that’s blowing out of place
Time you get into work your looking more than a total disgrace
Time is spent behind your desk rearranging all that went astray
Sat there hoping the wind has died by the end of the work day
Dinner; sat on the bench outside, eating someone else’s lunch
As the wind sends their pickle onion right into your own mush
The bloke sat next to you is eating your fly away in my face hair
Reinforcing that old saying, how nice it is for everyone to share
And, no worries about putting your left over rubbish into the bin
The darn bits just fly out again once you have so neatly put it in
Then it is all back to the office heads down and pushing through
As we clogged up the elevator without as much as a say, or a do
Then it is back behind the desk, rearranging all that went a stray
And hoping the wind has died down by the end of the work day
All signs are not looking good as the pigeons huddle on the ledge
Even worse when one drops off, because another in, does wedge
As 5 o’clock end of day arrives and no one is in a great rush to go
Stuck to their seats it’s almost as if the work force is on a go slow
One fresh air freak limbers up and starts heading for the exit door
Wow' one blast of hurricane winds and the guy was seen no more
The thought of settling down for the night was more than an idea
As we started to rearrange “We can do anything with bits of Ikea”
We gave the trouble of eating, to those brave delivery pizza boys
Though when we sent the orders in, the guys were a bit annoyed
It is not much fun delivering pizzas, on a light weight moped bike
One was lifted by the wind, once landed he was **** up in a dyke
The pizza boy arrived, and said that's it the wind has took my bike
We piled all the pizza boxes up, the pizza boy bedded for the night
Then the next day morning came, at last the wind had died down
Drama over we sent the pizza boy home with a tip of half a crown
On a bitter cold snowy, snowy day
She entered the world her own way
My sweet courageous daughter 'Shelly
Beautiful blue eyes and a Fire in her belly
Bubble gum stuck in her curly blonde hair
With a heart full of compassion to share
Always up for a double dare
Full of life"s hardest unanswerable questions
These are some of my heartfelt recollections
A child so full of incessant meandering chatter
There were days I felt like the Mad Hatter
But then she'd flash an impish grin
Propelling my perplexed heart to pitter patter
She never grasped what was the matter
For 'Shelly was steeped in innocent love to flatter
A cherished memory she loved to pursue
To climb aboard her rocking horse and yell "Yahoo"
There wasn't much that little girl thought was taboo
When I think of her now, I say, " Good for You!"
She's charming, alarming and so full of wit
As I've come to realize, my Darling Daughter has Grit
Of course, I was much older then, I'm younger then that now
But I hope you don't mind from time to time
If I access from the corner of my little girl files
of dance recitals, volleyball MIP's, and soccer uniforms
An absolutely fearless solo jet ski mile with your signature smile
Your first pearl necklace, grown up dress and shared color forms
If I could imprint these weaved words into a locket
For you to keep it in your pocket and read during life storms
My message would be I'm with you as your life transforms
Although sometimes we dance to different drummers
What wonderful memories we have of shared summers
Your brave and bright, a novel delight, I don't always get it right
I pray nothing more for you then you reach YOUR height
whatever that may be
and that your journey is filled with inspiring insight
as your dreams take flight
Because I am your mother and I Love you with all my might
As I reminisce the day of your Birth
I am proud of the value you brought to this earth
You have loved and lost and felt remorse
And still you climbed back on your rocking horse
My, what courage that implies as you dried your eyes
But then ...Silly me....Your a force, of course!
and I LOVE you and your re SOURCE fulness
~Happy Birthday Michelle~
My friends said C’mon let’s go, let’s head on down to Mexico.’
We’ll drink up all their tequila and we’ll snort up all their blow.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, out to Aspen, Colorado.
We’ll snuggle with some bunnies, and ski ‘til our buzz starts to go.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, it’s cold under this Missouri snow.
Let’s go to Miami and party ‘til we run out of dough.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, those Las Vegas lights are all aglow.
We’ll gamble away all our cash and leave with nothing to show.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, let’s head on down south to New Orleans.
Drink all night at Mardi Gras, get the drunkest we’ve ever been.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, to the sands of California’s beach.
Where the wine flow like water, and all our dreams will be in reach.
Chorus:
Why don’t you pack yourself a bag and let’s get on down the line.
We’ll worry about tomorrow later…but today we’re gonna feel just fine.
I said you guys go on without me, maybe I will make it there someday.
But now I have responsibilities, and life keeps getting in the way.
I can’t pay the rent and the utilities if I don’t go to work today.
Maybe when I’m a little older, then I’ll have time to come out and play.
With my wife, four kids and a dog, my life has turned out just fine.
I don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow ‘cause I always toed the line.
I’m ready to pack my bag and use the money I never spent.
I have the time to go see, all those places I never went.
Tried to get in touch with my friends, so that maybe we could meet.
But Dave lives at Bellevue, Blue sleeps in a box out on some street.
Dan didn’t shake the habit and OD’d a year ago today.
Frankenstein’s in jail somewhere and that’s where he’s going to stay.
Chorus:
I said you guys go on without me, maybe I will make it there someday.
But now I have responsibilities, and life keeps getting in the way.
Glad they went without me, while I stayed and toed the line.
Because tomorrow my friends is finally here, and I am feeling just fine.
I’m going to pack my bag so I can get on down the line.
I don’t have to worry about tomorrow , and today I’m feeling just fine.
© Jerry Brotherton