Short Skating Rink Poems
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by Wayne Wysocki
A fellow who fractured his hip
Learned a valuable tip
If liquor you drink
At the ice skating rink
You're probably going to slip.
winter sun
shines on snow drift
deep footprints
~~~
freezing rain
upon the sidewalk
slippery slopes
~~~
frozen ice
upon the pond
skating rink
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14/02/16
lake frozen to ice
skating rink for little ones ~
fish swim underneath
28th December 2022
Syllables: 5.7.5 (www.howmanysyllables.com)
For Tania Kitchin's "Ice, Snow or Frost Haiku" contest
My heart's sonata races screaming to a rhythm.
Fingers like drumsticks.
Lips frozen like a an ice-skating rink at Christmas.
Voice howling like deep bass.
Eyes black and white piano notes.
My body, the band, is an empty auditorium after the stage blew down in a storm.
roller skating on Saturday night
seventh graders feel it is all right
skating hard under a disco ball
wearing those skates made us feel tall
at age thirteen, not old enough to drive
skating rink hijinks kept our hopes alive
we skated with a partner under that disco ball
careful to show off our moves; dreading a fall
Prime time merry,
and blue depression of nadir,
sun and gloomy dark night,
intelligence with brilliance,
and wooden dud with dead senses,
the fairest of them all,
and the swarthiest,
the softest cushion,
and the hard glint of diamond,
swinging swaying between extremes,
we weep,cry,smile and live the life,
more than you can think,
you adjust to the mood,
and skate on on the life's skating rink.
Is this a free write? It might be.
Or maybe? I have to get back from my break soon. Thinking of time as the top of a spoon. If I keep traveling fast, making it though writing’s past. Just keep writing until- the clock stops ticking still! There’s always another second, they say. So keep writing all day! Another minute, how could it be? An awkward moment left for me to write freely. If I keep going I have to think. Writing is like a skating rink.
A Benjamin Franklin puppet walked into our living room.
He wanted to use our computer, in particular, needed to zoom.
I said to my husband “what do you think?”
“I believe he is lost,” he said. This is not a skating rink.
Because Benjamin Franklin Puppet had put on some skates.
He was zipping and slipping around our hoes and garden rakes.
But why are they in your living room? A snoopy neighbor said.
This is not easily answered, so I went back to my bed.
Sip the milk
To have a think
Stop the drink
To have a link
One tiny flick
Would make u blink
A risk to make ship sink
And Water would take d place of ink
Black is bad otherwise is pink
With reasoning,solutions might clink
Larry beryl's nt a Fink
He's smooth like a skating Rink
I drank to think
To isolate the stink
And it yielded a wink
Brain,body and drink had to sync
A pure drink, A fruitful think
All for me in ma golden zinc