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Senryu
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hockey season
the widow making
opposing camps
posted on August 11, 2018
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Elegy
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Hey Johnny can you hear me way up high,
I still have a tear in my eye.
Remembering things and what used to be,
talking about music ,watching Jeopardy.
The Flyers are playing there's a game tonight,
I hope you can see it through that light.
Your Mom and sisters miss you,
and hey Johnny I do too.
JSergi
*Flyers - Philadelphia Hockey Team
In Memory of Johnny Wallis my brother-in- law.
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a baseball hides in shadows on the landing
glove and bat nowhere to be seen
a football perches oddly on the top step
helmet and shoes sprawled across the handrail
cries of 'nice cut,' 'home run' and 'tough out'
have yielded to 'hit 'em harder' and 'touchdown!'
soon to migrate indoors to hockey arenas
basketball courts, though the passion's the same...
long-ago recollections of hotly contested games
fade inevitably within musty corridors of time
and the stiffening of sinews in the legs and back
which render all the more poignant such nostalgia attacks...
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Limerick
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Limerick crochetés: Once North Koreans joined South cousins
Once North Koreans joined South cousins
Agreed to let drop divisive sins
Formed one team ice-hockey
Won bronze not so lucky
Each side said: “Not for US, no side wins!”
Both sides appealed to prize committee
Some judges with none could agree:
“South on its own could win
Gold!” said Pence swilling gin
Kim Jong-un said: “No, Siree!”
“Next time round we’ll stage World Jamboree
South will pay for nukes in joint country!
Not cash but solid gold
Stand on launching pad bold
Remember who stood by US in ’53!”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2018
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Often I think of him
his sweet quick smile
bright blue eyes
smooth clear skin
I dream of him water skiing
playing ball
hockey with friends
so young and strong
sometimes he is reaching for me
for a goodby hug which hurts the most
because he never did say goodby
the night he died
it was so sudden there was no time
to really know what was happening
my last embrace of shock and pain
so sharp it could have been a knife
piercing my very soul
a vicious kick in the stomach
an agony like no other
none even close since
my boy, my child
my heart ripped out ragged and torn
throbbing in wait of relief
from a constant nightmare
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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 be hockey games this year? There is increasing doubt.
In the National Hockey League, nothing is coming up roses.
No players have been losing teeth or getting broken noses.
Nobody is slap shooting that hard rubber hockey puck.
We want to see the games played, but we are out of luck.
We are stuck with watching basketball games around here.
Perhaps both sides will come to terms and play hockey next year.
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Dad,
I loved it when you showed me how to hammer in a nail.
The many times at the lake you carried my shovel and my pail.
When you taught me how to hold a hockey stick.
Shooting the puck is what I learned quick.
The times you hid behind the tree.
Making sure my sisters and I were as safe as we could be.
I am proud of you for teaching me right from wrong.
To never back away ,feel courage and be strong.
But the day you left and I could not see you again.
I hugged you tight, now I feel shame.
The battle of COVID was not fair to you.
The lack of oxygen made your skin turn a pale blue.
You fought hard to be here for each and everyone.
It was your time, you were ill and you really missed sweet mom.
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Ice hockey teams have their team dentist,
To put their teeth back into their head.
And crisp is a word said from the back to the front,
Of your mouth whenever it’s said.
The Sahara desert is seventy percent not sand,
And you can’t hum and whistle in time.
And the words donkey and monkey once sounded the same,
Because once they had a linguistical rhyme.
There’s a billion tonnes of ice on the moon,
And no U.S. president’s ever died in May.
Cows only have bottom teeth in their mouth,
And there’s a divorce every thirty seconds of the day.
Useless facts and trivial truths,
We use every day to seem intellectually cool.
Maybe this is what a billion years of learning has done,
Maybe we don’t even need school.
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In my hometown as a wee child.
It felt like I had walked several a mile.
To a place where I always had fun.
Where my passion for hockey had begun.
Every Friday night we would sit and cheer.
Hockey was playing, my hopes for a win were clear.
The Bridge I took to see the game.
Is still there in the town and not quite the same.
I would walk across with boards that would creek.
Terrified at times I would fall and be weak.
Every Saturday my Aunt and I.
Across the Bridge to skate and eat a fry.
Holding onto my hand we had so much fun.
The Bridge to me is where it had begun.
To places to eat.
Or friends to meet.
Most of all time together just her and me.
How I wish I could travel the Bridge, wishing it was like it used to be.
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Ice Skating!
Catching the early train this morning
Excitement running through my veins
Ice hockey boots over my shoulder
Running through the back streets of town
Rain pouring, hair soaking
Ice cold sleet, rain, like needles in my face.
Queuing for entry
Eager to get in
Tickets in one hand
Backpack in the other
The ice is hard just waiting for us
Glistening under spot lights
Teenage love
Always special
A time to remember
A time of fun
A time of growing
A time of love and pain
A time of making memories
Feet making figures of eight on the ice
Faster and faster
Hair whipping around my face
Speed skating, ice flying
Laughter and joy showing in my face
No thought of falling
As figures fly across the ice
A picture to hold onto for future
the memories in my head.
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Imagism
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Blanketed By Joy
If only your blanket did not extend to my drive way.
It was but an hour ago, I pulled back your cover.
Now I must go out again.
Why do I curse you?
You spread before me like a miracle,
all things purified.
You provide a translucent blanket of white.
children know your beauty.
Why do I curse you?
I choose to stay here in my insulated castle
looking at artificialy created flames,
while drinking my instant coffee.
Still you call to me
“Grab that shovel,
build a fort. Reclaim your youth!
Be the dad you wished for.”
A hockey wrink awaits me outside my front door,
no skates required.
I Join in the laughter,
shaking the snow from my furrowed brow.
I Toss handfulls of fluffy snow from the ground.
I see my smile on their faces.
I truly am blanketed by joy.
How can something so cold warm me so?
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Oh for the days of my long lost youth
Making paper airplanes, watching em glide
Looping like barnstorming pilots of the 30s
Above the tree tops like birds they fly
Our imagination never saw paper airplanes
We saw ourselves as pilots on board
Soaring skyward with not a worry in the world
We could even hear the engines roar
Another favourite pastime was climbing trees
Just like masts on a pirate ship
Looking out on the ocean with a telescope
A musket hanging from my hip
Another fantasy, being a famous hockey star
Heard the cheering of adoring fans
Dreaming at night, scoring the winning goal
No more school, no more final exams
Oh for the old days, hmm perhaps I'll rethink that
It's pretty damn good from where I sit
Each stage in life has it's own special happening
Now? I'm happy as a piggy in !!!
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Thursday, March the 5th of the year 2015
Another hockey battle comes along the way
It's a hockey night across the bay
And for the fans, it's a night of pride and respect
Thursday night with the blue and white
Trying to play for their season pride
Thursday night with the black and blue
Trying to play for their playoffs ride
When the dance on the ice begins to ring
Their voices of strong support will begin to sing
With an atmosphere of a pep rally from high school
The cheers of a true fan - a hockey team's supporting tool
Toronto Maple Leafs - the underdog team
Coming away from the bay to fight for respect
Tampa Bay Lightning - the elite team
Coming from the bay to keep their respect
From the cheers of "GO LEAFS GO" away from home
To the cheers of "LET'S GO LIGHTNING" close to home
Hockey Night in Tampa Bay - a worthy game to expect
And their season matchup will be known as "The Hockey Battle of Respect"
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Would I be a man if I had the chance,
To grow hair in strange places and jump up and dance,
Whenever a touchdown is made for my team,
Or a goal scored in Hockey and jump up and scream,
And scare the bejiggers out of my mate,
Even though she is trying real hard to relate,
And understand my excitement when we make first down,
And show she's enthused and tries not to frown.
Would I want to do chest bumps and yell like a monkey,
And scratch, fart and belch and think it's real funny;
Come home from work and sit down on the couch,
Pick up the remote and go into a slouch;
Or should I be satisfied just as I am,
For from the beginning it was God's plan,
To take sugar and spice and things to entice,
And create a woman so things would be nice;
For He first made the man but he wasn't complete,
So He gave him a woman so the poor guy could eat;
For without us the guys just don't stand a chance.
Unless I'm here to help him mine can't find his pants.
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I do not know?
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Mother, where did he go, when I scored my first goal?
No one told me to expect honour roll.
Mother, where did he go, when I had my first date?
No one told me not to come home too late.
Mother, where did he go, when I got stopped by police?
No one taught me that a fight won’t make peace.
Your father left you, abandoned you here,
I’ve had to raise you, but I love you dear.
A terrible man, let me make you forget
Here, drink this tea, your past I’ll reset.
Father…
Where did you go, when I was five?
I worked at a desk and talked on the phone,
I worked as a lawyer, when I was very much alive.
Where did you go, when I was ten?
I lost my job at the firm, I served lunches instead,
But I spent time with you, I was happier then.
Where did you go, when I was a teen?
I taught you to skate, play baseball and hockey,
But then I disappeared, and never was seen.
Richard, my son, you have suffered like I
Forgotten your childhood, and thought me for dead.
But I am still here, only gone to the sky,
Your ma brought me here with a club to the head.
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Tampa Bay Lightning v. Montréal Canadiens
This is the real duel of the fates
The battle between two worthy opponents
The clash against two powerhouses
The Lightning are hungry for one reason
To have revenge the sweep from last year's postseason
The Canadiens are hungry for one reason
To avenge the sweep from this year's regular season
From their leaders to their final defenders
With their playing styles to their shining moments
One side stands Stamkos, Johnson, and Bishop
While on the other side stands Subban, Pacioretty, and Price
From firing the tesla coils of bolts
To burning the fire from its torch
From the bay of the blue and white
To the sea of blue, white, and red
From Thunderbug against Youppi!
"Let's Go Bolts!" against "Go Habs Go!"
The intensity will reach into new heights
It will leave a fan at the very edge of their seats
Hearts will collide between this rivalry
Their pride and honor will be at high stakes
This is the true glory of hockey...
The glory between the storm and the fire
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I do not know?
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They didn’t understand what I saw
They couldn’t see the deep passion, late at night in those baby blue eyes.
All they saw was a number and a reputation.
So you were 21 and captain of your hockey team?
In my eyes you were priceless and only old enough to drive.
The jersey you wore stayed on the ice and your skates were left untied.
You said the things only guys in fairytales would say,
I called you my “Edward Cullen” and we kissed our nights away.
We were both so alike that it brought out our worst.
I would scream, and so would you, until our throats would hurt.
Sometimes you’d make me cry so hard that when I looked up you’d be crying too,
But no matter what life or love threw at us I always knew that you meant it when you’d take
my hand and pull me aside,
Cup my face and kiss my lips,
Or fall asleep at my side.
There was never a doubt in my mind that yes, boy, you did love me.
After that night when we watched everything end and we both knew it was for good,
I know I loved you and you loved me,
And maybe when time is on our side, we could be together
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Let's see
Up at three
Feed the baby
Back under the sheets
For a couple hours of sleep
Kids up for breakee
Gulping my tea desperately
Rush them to school gleefully
Walk the baby expediently
This being my time for me
Back home to clean insistently
Do three loads of laundry
Flee for groceries
Video Game Rentals late constantly
Go to work in my office impatiently
Where things have piled up overwhelmingly
Hubby claims I'm grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically
Baby bellows loudly
Time to change his nappy
Phone rings twenty times daily
Say I never call a bit angrily
Can't explain my life so harry
Don't want it to come out sounding scary
So I apologize gracefully
Kids home noisily
I'm panicky
My office work is not done completely
Oh well, its time to get them to hockey
Feed them first to keep them healthy
Bath time comes busily
Bedtime is love and kisses and favourite stories
Baby sleeping beautifully
My feet are up now restfully
Oops, I forgot to pee!
I assess my day on the toidy
Would I change my life at forty?
Are you kidding
Not this life inspired journey!
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UNITY STATED!
We are cool.
We sweat.
We shoot.
We hit.
This is our game we play.
Yes, we are the American way.
We are fame.
We are the success.
We compete.
We project.
This is the game we play.
Basketball NBA!
We thrive.
We catch.
We are strategized.
We depict.
This is our game day.
We are the American way.
We compete.
We project.
We are fame.
We are the success.
Football NFL!
A sure thing we have.
We are the thrill.
We are enjoyed.
We are the players.
We are the sport.
This is the game we play.
Yes, we are an American way.
We are skilled with our toys.
We compete.
We score.
We are hyperactivity.
We are the National Hockey League!
We are the team.
We are the competitors.
We are the wow.
We the game all love.
This is our pastime and sport.
Yes, we are the universal recreation.
We are competitive.
We are the babes.
We are ready to win the game.
We compete to excel.
Baseball Major League!
A sure thing we have!
Unity Stated - team sports - get involve!
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Penned June 16, 2015!
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sit and listen to the quiet
it's outside the christmas norm
because now, when all is silent
it's the calm before the storm
the kids are upstairs sleeping
you're resting, sitting with a drink
in a few hours ...storms a brewing
it'll push you to the brink
the kids are up and yelling
paper wrapping all around
until the house is empty
no more rest today is found
the kids are outside playing
hockey games out on the drive
you just look around and wonder
if the day you will survive
next, arrive the in-laws
re-gifting what you gave last year
and good old uncle charlie
bee-lining for the beer
bad jokes and boring stories
arguements about the past
snide comments and back handers
how long will this all last
you sneak outside for a quick drink
grab a smoke on the back porch
if it wasn't your house they were in
the whole damn thing you'd torch
phony smiles and airy kisses
and the folks are on their way
the storm is almost over
for another Christmas Day
the kids are in and up in bed
there is silence once again
the calm once more before the storm
tomorrow, your folks come at ten!!!!
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It must have been around 1967, a Christmas that
feels like yesterday. Funny thing though, I don’t
remember unwrapping it, I don’t remember jumping
for joy, but I’m certain I did. With five children we
didn’t think of asking Santa for more than one gift.
Oh, there were always more gifts under the tree,
ones from our grandparents and of course mom
and dad. But that one, the one you wished for
was never knitted socks or mitts or anything
you wear, it was something special like
a toy or game. This one year the gift of all gifts
came to me. We always visited relatives and
good friends and I remember taking it with me.
I see it in my hands as I sat with my very own
transistor radio in the quiet corner listening to
the Boston Bruins playing hockey with my
hero number 4, Bobby Orr. I had a ten year old
girly crush on him and I was in heaven that night
every time the announcer said his name. Many
Christmases have come and gone since then, but
the memories of that radio with an antenna and
two turning knobs I will never forget.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.30.2014
Contest: Hush of Christmas Past
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I saw a hockey game last night
It was there that I saw the fight
The one that some saw as a brawl
While others stated, “It’s part of the game after all.”
I saw a hockey game last night
And it made me wonder
Yes I know we have come a long way
But the crowd cheered and the noise felt like thunder.
There were punches
And there was blood.
And the “settling of the score”
And some in the crowd wanted more.
I saw a hockey game once
Perhaps it was played in my mind.
I thought it was played right
I think it took place somewhere outside of time.
Maybe it has yet to happen… I don’t know
Perhaps it happened a long time ago.
And they played for the game
For the love of stick and puck in a having fun domain.
It was hockey and that I’m sure
There was skating on ice and speed
And shots that hit the nets
And the cheers came from the players’ silhouettes.
I saw a fight today
On the internet and it took place not far away.
It happened in a school yard they said
The two wanted to “settle the score”, is what I read.
I saw a hockey game last night
It was there I saw the fight.
The one that some saw as a brawl
While others stated, “It’s part of the game after all.”
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Still a bit cool out tonight. I drove to my boomfield anticipatin' gentle winds
and sweet returns. All my booms impress and amaze me, 'cept for a
couple of 'em, which I know always takes me a few tosses to figure 'em out.
The air is sweet with the promise of Spring....colorful ducks and geese fill
the sky. Quickly, sundown approaches, winds abate and peepers from the
creek at the edge of my field begin their harmonies.
Suddenly! in a dead-calm wind.... I feel it, only in Spring at sundown!
a cool creek breeze, waist-high, slowly waves over me....redolent with
moisture-filled Spring perfumes released from their winter slumber, while
the air above my waist stays warm!.... a sensation unlike anything I've ever
felt or smelled before!
Then it comes to me.... hmmmm.....stationary warm thermal above...cool
air below.... MTA time! ( a special 'rang shaped like a small hockey-stick, called
maximum time aloft) ... I begin tossing sweet flights (for me!) and eagerly
catch 'em low, reveling in the different temperatures, odors and sensations as
I reach to bring 'em in near the ground. An overwhelming sense of well-being
floods my mind.... as I thank my boomerangs for taking me deep into
April.... in Minnesota.
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But the button wants to do its thing
How many things can the button do
If you push the button down longer
the button then becomes slightly
more uncomfortable
I think it is like a trigger mechanism
you could amble for awhile
prior to any preamble
something could seem completely
wrong over time even to an
expert, yet they don't understand
why
one thing is okay then the other
thing is not, but they are all
systematically in the same
domain, but are they
So things are all measured
in a system, but you might
be forgetting that the one
thing is measured with a different
wavelength
but hey I just want to
play a song on guitar
not push any button
I grew up when you would
use a rotary dial
People would drive seventy
eighty miles per hour down
two way highways,
cars were long,
gas was cheap.
everybody smoked
And you bought your
meat from the butcher
market down at the
corner market
packaged in paper
And we only had
three channels
on television
and back then you used
a knob
to switch between channels
actually the knob had
twenty four channels
displayed, but only
three could come into
focus
but we did get
hockey night in Canada
Hockey night
I forgot about that...
Peace!
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Smiling recollections,
summer evening reflections, now
almost gone for new generations
while my venues of childhood musings
and adolescent anticipations
...near extinction.
I must concede my willingness to share
what they will never recall
- the exhilaration
when Dad would pronounce,
"We're going to the drive-in tonight".
A creature double feature,
"The Blob" and "I Was a Teenage Werewolf",
both Feep worthy presentations,
fantasmically speaking.
The impatience for dusk was matched
with the rush of a 10 minute intermission
and, while spotlights played on the
darkened screen, cardboard pizza,
Buttercup popcorn, hockey puck hamburgers,
soggy steamed dogs, and french fries,
were greedily consumed for more
than the price of admission.
Hood ice cream cups with flat wood spoons
for dessert, then back with only
one minute 'til SHOWTIME to the
mosquito safe car where "Pic" coils
repelled the infestation while smoldering
on the glove box door - mesothelioma be damned!
Then, if we didn't escape with an
early exit dash, were caught
in the dust and chaos of the only
late night traffic jam in town.
And...years later, those teenage
trysts, without permission - I'll never tell
what movie?
But, always remember "Gourmet Confessions"!
(first draft)
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