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Depression, like the pits and ditches of my heart,
With clear water, like that of blood, does life impart;
Adorning the environs like valued jewels,
Dear lake, how clearly clean cool water in you pools...!
Treasures of art, architecture and ancient tales,
Cultural congruence is hidden in your veils;
My valor, values, and vibrant vivacity,
Draw their vitality from your mortality...!
Within your chilly waters I cheerfully play,
Like an elephant or hippopotamus stay;
Within your womb are ponds, streams, springs and glacial mass,
Serenity, calmness, and composure en-mass...!
I swim, row boat, aqua cycle, and kayaking,
I refresh my bored life with soul-skiing, sailing;
You bring within me optimism, love for nature,
Capable, confident, and love for each creature...!
How I wish to visit countries highest in lakes!
I desire to relish these and forget my aches;
Tracing, transfiguring, and transforming, our drives,
O lake! Perpetually you prosper our lives...!!!
16 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'L' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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The sun beats brighter than it did last month,
with mercury up in the low forties,
my time is running out for winter fun,
March is such a bittersweet time to ski.
Brown stains in the snow still left by the base,
bare spots and granite poke out here and there,
the white ribbons that once streamed with cool grace
have now taken on a more mottled air.
Wet snow is heavy, clumps of soft cement,
pushing it ’round brings fire to my legs,
time for the sort powder had came and went,
and all that’s left is the half-melted dregs.
For us skiers it’s just a sad decay,
then nine months of warmth until we can play...
Better than
It’s better than chocolate cake
drenched in whipped cream
A day off to sleep in
almost until noon
A warm summer day
near a slow moving stream
The stars in the sky
and a smiling moon
The juiciest steak
prepared medium rare
Seeing my team
win the championship
Watching a kite
as it floats in the air
Making a milkshake
and taking a sip
A trip to the beach
with a cooler of beer
Skiing the slopes
on a fresh coat of snow
Expecting rain
but then finding it clear
It’s so much better
I want you to know
In case you do wonder
what all of this means
What you now see
in the phrases above
Nothing, not even
my wildest dreams
Could ever be better
than being in love
To be a thing that no one wants
is to live a life of woe
Those backward looks, anger mistook
impede our worldly flow
All shades, all hues, we know it's true
Our skin is a delight
But beauty or not, what is it worth
when it's a cause of daily plight
She's angry, she's loud, must be a ****
Her hair a kinky mess
Such a lazy groove and we must improve
her immodest form of dress
Our shapes and curves smoothly serve
All different types of looks
Hair a crown, sisters around
Together, we hit the books
Or go clubbing, or shopping, or skiing in Tahoe
Things that women normally do
But to be a Black woman in America must mean
That all actions are misconstrued
Our natural shape - immodesty
Our hair - a workplace sin
Our voices - too heated, speak quietly
Emotions - to be held within
These biased thoughts and hidden snickers
A truly scornful sight
I'm trying to learn to love myself
I shall be a victor in this fight
I'm not a f***ing robot
So take your thoughts and go
For to be a Black Woman in America
can be a thing of woe
Just leave me be so I can learn
I believe self-love is taught
Cause though I might be hated here
There's no need to be distraught
For the light, it bounces off my skin
My hair grows to the sun
My body, a gift from mother nature herself
and with the earth, I am one
Snow coming down was found
Kissing the ground
Ice covered trees like diamonds wore a crown
It was a snowy week for all around
Not even the birds made a sound
Going to get warm we are home bound
Date Written: 1/18/2023
RHYMING ACROSTIC
Skidding along the ice-covered ground
Traversing like a runaway hound
Eluding, hopping on series of mound
And lines of snowflakes over a thousand pound
Skiing from a snow peak so high
In my soul an eidetic heart that thrives
Your memory I keep alive not sigh
Your vim in me that cogently drives
With the dancing sun that shines on me not dries
Over and under frigid trees my skis and I flies
Hails and blizzards never bid you my byes
My feet on drifting snow, my heart never dies
The floating moon sends you my voice in verse
You, I adore, and pray for without haste
A boon in my life I hoist, not immerse
Up and down the snow-filled hills, my love I praise
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.
My first attempt at skiing happened a long time ago on a
winter vacation, during a memorable trip to the picturesque
valley of Vadaal, Norway. The steep hill slopes were covered
by a thick blanket of snow, an ideal location for skiing. I had
optimistically rented the skiing gear that was beyond the
level of my skill. This I realized in a tragic way, but at the
outset I convinced myself that the number of winter sport
events that I saw on the TV qualified me to dexterously slide
down the sparkling slopes.
My friend, a seasoned skier, gave me a brief demonstration,
instructing me, “Make a wedge to stop, parallel to slide fast,
balance body weight etc.” I thought that was easy, sensed no
difficulty at all, but reckoned it to be a great fun moving fast.
But the outcome shaped differently. The moment I released
the lift handle the slope seemed to tilt precariously. I felt being
dragged by gravity and rushing down-slope at an incredible
speed with the arms flailing wildly. I tried hard to maneuver
my legs properly for the skis to make an wedge to decelerate,
but I couldn’t. Panic set in. On an impulse I jammed the knees
together with all my might. The skis closed, crossed each other.
They didn’t stop my slide, but made me airborne instead. I
landed on my back and slid a long while face-up. Finally, I came
to a complete stop when my head bumped gently against the
safety barrier. I lay there covered in scraped snow for how long
I didn’t know. The skis I saw pointed skyward. Through their gap
I found the smiling face of my friend simply peering down at me.
He dryly asked, “ Are you OK?” I said, “ Yes, so far.” “You should
thank God, you didn’t break your ankles”. Surely, I was lucky,
although my skiing career got frozen forever on that snowy
winter’s eve.
legs forgot the ground
snow whispered beneath the back…
fate turned frozen world
Sitting astride a frozen mountainside,
eighty others waiting their turn to go,
on the slope blue and red gates a path scribe,
a man says, “racer ready;” so they know.
An hour passed, now it’s my turn to ski,
explode out of the gate with a kick-start,
frozen ruts are what I find greeting me,
muscles press down to absorb impacts hard,
frantic minute, a forward-moving fight,
the scrape of ice, gates flying past my face,
come faster still, can barely stay upright,
you win or fall, there is no second place.
Cross the line, frustration at the results,
tenths of a second leaves you in the cold.
Water
We all need "water" to live.
We need to drink it,
wash with it,
shower with it,
swim in it,
watch it,
play with it,
and use it.
Use?
Fishing,
boating,
skiing,
dams that bring us light.
We waste the "things"
that are most important in our life.
We turn on the faucet and let it run.
Some, never turn it off.
One day it will simply...
run out.
Fresh water is a commodity,
that men and women have gone to war,
to have, to hold and to keep.
There is power in thirst,
and life in tears,
that will never end,
for years.
Fear, of being without.
Consumes all of us,
with mud and the dry ground.
It is are turn,
it is coming round.
Bring a bucket,
and hold all you can
before you can not...
anymore.