May we be blessed to celebrate the gift of each sunrise
and understand how it’s up to us to find a way…
To play…to live…to laugh, to sing, to dance
and to love another day.
S- Sport of moving on skis as a recreation
K- Kind of Nordic and Alpine in race motion
I- Illumine the action of roving over snow
I- Ignite the fire of adventure in racer’s vow
N- Now it’s a popular game in wintry countries
G-Gladly come to play to live with elated peace
- January 19, 2023
Skiing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Sometimes emotions hurt the heart deeply
It's heavy, tired, waiting for release from tears
It needs comfort, warmth, insulation, so fragile
Like a cracked piece of glass, ready to crumble
It feels close, but distant, unable to reach
Protected with self defense to hurt no more
Where is the love it is crying for with an echo?
Where is the trust it yearns for to survive?
It hurts from what ears can hear out there
It hurts from what your eyes see at times
It hurts from memories your mind may have
It waits for healing and beats to its own drum
The hurting heart beats until it finds music
Whether anyone sings or dances, it must play to live
Heidi Sands
11/27/21
BeActive
A new directive
Every move counts
WHO sounds
To walk it works
To run,jump to stay
Don’t lay,don’t delay
Play and pray
Play to live
To pray to live
The slogan
Getting every move is counted
Forgetting days are counted
Vouch for the way the heart knows best,
Ask to be clear of poise that moves;
Love prompts the play to live the quest,
Etch happy cheer as choice minds grooves;
Note how truth tells on beauty here,
Trust joy to sing of finesse grand;
Indulge your proof in lavish spheres,
Note how hope swings a poignant trend;
Emerge from craze in mind map spree.
Mind meets calm heart in passage bold,
Yield thus the maze curious and free;
Dance of dream art makes warm from cold,
Enjoy the feel of precious prime,
Apt how grace heals to stretch the mime,
Rich thoughts reveal the hidden rhymes.
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2019
Singapore
whats in a name
what do we have in common
the list the changing rules
the game of the treasure
the game we play to strategise to keep ourselves alive
shoe
shoe
shoe fly
im tongue tied
got your marble in my pocket gonna walk around this box
ring your bell in record time
never forget this
where we hiding now
I'm on my way to you
where are you
I'm on my way to the place there isn't
im on my way for them to find me
the abstarct in the middle
the inbetween of everything
whats in a name
whats inbetween you and me
what ghosts and chains whisper in the wind
lists of lists
and in the box
3 different colored numbers among a box full of objects
rules for fools
rules for fools
play to live
play to get rich
or play to wash your hands of it
seven to one
seven to one
dont forget there is a past a precent and a future
from shoes to pumpkins
from lanterns to christmas
gods plane ticket
rememberance to forgiveness
time bomb tricking
I awaken with confusion swirling in my head
In a country far away my child lays down her weary head
In a hospital tent set upon desolate desert sand
Praying the night stays quiet in this distant foreign land
Prepared to do what she is needed in a war torn place
Administering aid to our soldiers in very limited space
Whispering words of hope to the soldier who's lost an arm
Silently asking for god to keep them all safe from harm
Americans and Allies fighting so we might remain free
For other people to understand what it is we all see
The joy of freedom to live and worship, as we see fit
To work, to play, to live our lives enjoying each little bit
To raise our flag in honor of the country we hold dear
If only there were a way to chase away this awful fear
That one of the misguided souls will harm the one I love
So I pray for each ones safety to a loving father up above