Calvin’s Heart Beats Orange and Blue
...In Edmonton’s chill, where the faithful stand,
Calvin cheers loud with a firebrand.
From Gretzky’s grace to Messier’s might,
He’s lived and breathed each game night.
He knows the legends—Kurri,...
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Categories:
oilers, celebration, hockey,
Form: Rhyme
Canucks
...Hearts shattered
Open ice
Friendly smiles
Competitions vice
A tie, they say
A game well loved
How can we win
When peace is the ideal above
We slaughter them humanely
We butcher them hal...
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Categories:
oilers, animal, fun, hockey,
Form: Free verse
Brain Drain
...Wearing dinosaur boots
blundering through the city lights
of a brain high on low energy.
Being a concrete Tarzan
bending only to crumble
at the waist
while within me
a jungly place rains rip...
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Categories:
oilers, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Champions Hold Their Heads High
...Coach Carter: "Basketball is a privilege." Learning self-respect is a key to being better and achieving more.
Sport makes a huge difference for people around the world, especially our younger gene...
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Categories:
oilers, children, education, encouraging, growing
Form: Free verse
Ode To Wayne Gretzy
...Ode To Wayne Gretzky
We all carry the same genes
and look how different we turn out;
I honed my skills to playing hockey
and look how far I’ve come.
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Categories:
oilers, hero, hockey, perspective, sports,
Form: Epigram
Coquihalla Holiday
...Loaded up and gassed
Got a four-day pass
Ramblin' in the Rockies
...Coquihalla holiday
Crested o’er the pass
Hope the brakes’ll last
Needle Peak behind me
...Coquihalla holiday
Driver’s t...
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Categories:
oilers, horse, nature, vacation, word
Form: Rhyme
Daddy, Are You Sleeping
...Daddy, Are You Sleeping?
Long car rides, or late night movies.
Piggyback rides down our long hallway,
then, you to pour me into bed.
Daddy, are you sleeping?
Newspaper glued to a thin, stick f...
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Categories:
oilers, bereavement, faith, father, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
How I Remember Maine
...a vulgar morning
unveiling the naked fragrance of sun-burnt dog turds.
It came to me,
played tunes on the cords in my nostrils
until my left eye caught them hiding
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Categories:
oilers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Narrative