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
Found my space to roller skate
Like I did when I was eight ...
Round, round and round the rink
Flashing lights of blue and pink
High above such trivial things
Skating the track of Saturn's rings,
Go, go, they can't catch me now
Once you learn, you never forget how
The music flows from far, far away
Down on Earth where records play,
The stars, they pulsate to the beat
And correspond down to my feet
Bubblegum pop and all the feels
Purple shoelaces and rubber wheels,
Rock my world, let me go back
To neon lights and skies of black
Feelin' like that long lost kid ...
Feelin' things no grownup did ...
Right foot, left foot, I got the pattern
Skating upon the rings of Saturn.
to late you can't skate
you didn't make the team
sorry better luck next time
don't get mad at me
scored high on your
figure eight
but the night is over
put up your skates
too late you can't skate
the parties over
to late you can't skate
grab your skates and go on
we're open in the moring
ah quater to ten
but the night is over
I said with a grin
too late you can't skate
come back tommorrow
go home and practice
work on your form
do some caligentnic
it's to late to skate
the night has ended
to late you can't skate
the night is gone
Inspiring pond and lake monitoring technology.
a sensor to monitor the
freeze and frozen conditions
of ponds lake creeks and
streams.
From time to time sets a bait,
Her patience she makes sure wait;
Over issues would she skate:
In sweet words the tempting state
And seek to mask thy sad fate!
It is not spurious her bet;
Her marked gift is a glass plate:
Something surely at real stake;
Time for you to right steps take,
Kate's to-be-voiced favors fake!
So, now it's clearly a bait,
You should not naively wait.
Kate you meet for an asked date
But sure make you are damned late,
Never using her front gate...
If, at last, it proved a bait,
'Very poor' should men rate Kate.
You to stop calling her classmate
You once borrowed her black slate...
Also ripe time to Kate hate...
Mr. and Mrs. McWhiskers are helping Wily skate pure.
But if she didn’t grab him up, then dad did for sure.
He almost took some tumbles, possibly three.
Neither want him to scrape a paw or a knee.
Why don’t you let him take a spill? An old observant guy suggested.
They gave him hateful looks that might get a gang member arrested.
I’m just saying he needs to many up, maybe land on his chin.
They sneered and snarled and shook their parent paws at him.
My dad’s car was on the fritz
He got talked into roller skating.
I am twenty-two he argued.
Too old for it.
But they could walk there.
He noticed a young woman.
She could really skate.
Like him.
He kept watching her.
A voice said “She is the one”.
He had been looking for a wife.
He pursued her like a tiger.
Made friends with her brothers.
Stopped by his cousin’s place of business.
Where she worked as a secretary.
She tried to ignore him but it did not work.
They were married in January.
Flushed cheeks and filled with serene truth,
on a lake of rose quartz I skate;
Coral ice surrounds and starts to soothe
a warm smile slowly radiates;
My temperature elevates
I do a spin and understand
part of the dance is always fate;
If I slip hold onto my hand.
Counting snakes at stake.
Bringing a skate
to roll straight out
of my mind
Counting doubts and thoughts.
I wanna see it let out.
Living the experience
of being out of place
Vivid colors
of the day.
Change my way
and function along
my colors
of a young green
and watery blue
Counting seconds,
counting mosquitoes
I ride a free wave out of time
Riding along the tide
I roll in a skate.
Waves open for my self
every where, in every place,
I shake
I travel along my way
may I may?
Opportunities come and leave on a skate
Falling down doesn't mean it's all because of fate
Failure are supposed to teach you about errors not hate
Getting up is all about never giving at any rate
Things can turnover in any date
Opportunities come and leave on a skate
Twirling around the glossy smooth floor
Racing with friends on roller-skates
Tossing my hair as I glide across the room
Feeling so certain that this is my destiny
Weaving through the crowd lithely, swiftly
Smiling at everyone, my heart filled with laughter
Lighting the entire room with the heartfelt joy
Discovered in this place where I owned elation
Bending and looping through the noisy rink
Listening to the tender voice of Bob Segar or
Possibly, AC/DC – Lynyrd Skynyrd or some
Other rock n’ roll group who teens revered
Whirling through the gathering of adolescents
My heart was filled with hope that I would find
The chosen one, the boy who I was sure of
A dream of mine, who read all those love stories
Twisting and turning to the sound of Meatloaf’s voice
My heart raced with delight when I saw him smiling
The one I knew would be for me, forever and always
Going down in history… nowadays, I kiss him each morning!
The Good Old Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
January 9, 2021
There once was a large ice patch on Main
Avoided by everyone sane
A foolish skater
Thought himself greater
His skating now induces horrid pain
7 year old skateboarder young boy with long braided Locs;
Overpowered by powerful frocks;
Skateboarding over wooden boxes;
fell hard, knees scarred;
Was impaled by a rusty nail;
Went to ER had a passionate nurse
She asked the boy which ouchy he wanted soothe first;
She was like penicillin she stuck a needle in his buttocks the, filled with a shot of tetanus?
My mom lets me roller skate in the house, the new boy said.
Liar! I thought, but I kept it to myself.
She lets me paint murals on the walls of my room, he added.
You are a fibbing fool I thought, but I did not call him on it.
My mom lets me swear upside one wall and down another.
I watch for his nose to grow, not realizing most of this was true.
I thought all Mom-rules were the same.
But when I became a mother,
I attached swings to the rafters of the basement
so my children could swing inside.
I also let them skate in the basement for it had a smooth cement floor.
When my daughter was thirteen, I let her paint murals all over her room.
Figuring she could not do a lot of damage with the approved pastel paints.
Not realizing her best friend had sneaked in a can of black.
Mistake.
Only the cold crunching
of the fresh snow bunching,
and the tired leather boots
as I take that first step
Can be heard right here
by no other frozen ear,
for away I rushed off
to find silence instead
And all that is harsh
exists not on this marsh,
where the only prying eyes
belong to birds and deer
The moment I did hesitate
to glide along my skate,
a winter wind whistled
tugging my scarf forward
Been years since I tried
the child in me never died,
and once you learn how
you cannot ever forget
And being scared of a fall
takes the fun from it all,
while on this solemn pond
where all worries flee
Staying sure on these feet
when blade and ice meet,
kept me on my toes as
all went spinning around
Until the colors of sunset
made the trees silhouette,
and brought back to me
a world gone miles away
Leaving not a solitary trace
of my presence at this place,
I untied those tight bindings
and took in a deep breath
A memory etched in my mind
just the figures left behind,
and if the sun erases them
I can always come back....
(January 14th, 2020)
roller skate magic
brought my parents together
both of them surprised
my mother was not looking
my father was
a voice told him she was the one
roller skate magic
he could not take his eyes off her
she noticed him not
my father did some research
discovered she worked for his cousin
would not leave her alone after that
roller skate magic
a place my father did not want to be
until he arrived
my parents might not have ever gotten together
if my dad’s car had not been on the blink
a friend had to talk him into going roller skating
a great move for my sister and brother and me
roller skate magic
don’t discount it until you try.
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