Charlie, the hip-hop bunny was a skater too
his floppy ears flying out further than a cow can moo
He had a way about him that said I am confident
His self-value was way over one hundred percent
Other bunnies admired him, they felt his power
He embraced their admiration, he did not cower
Charlie the skater and hip-hop bunny was a role model to all
We observe him skating every spring and every fall
skater on moonlight
wearing diamonds, pearls in hair
fun in frosty air
moonbeams for sunbeams
darkly calm on frozen lake
glide softly as dreams
skater of starlight
feeling joy that comes from peace
hues stained black and white
One day
Good day
Young girl
Sweet girl
Who dream
Not scream
To be
And see
Herself
Not shelf
Fulfilled
Not chilled
Tumble
Not fall
Jump high
Aim high
Gyrate
And skate
To learn
Not spurn
Toe loop
Not hoop
Flip jump
Loop jump
To flip
And skip
Upright
Spin right
Then edge
Not wedge
Half turn
Not burn
Biellmann
Spin wan
Lutz jump
Not hump
Lay back
Not sack
Spiral
Tidal
Axel
So well
Twizzle
Dazzle
Camel
Not swell
Salchow
And show
Quick toes
Strong toes
Brave heart
One heart
Skating
Swirling
With pride
Not hide
A dream
That stream
And seen
On screen
Skater
Blazer
Bow...
Wow!
The skater falls
The girl bawls
The agony of mistake
So much to forsake
Dreams realized
Fans and commentators idealize
A flawless routine
An injury not foreseen
The blade glides
The coach guides
The thrill of winning
Their head spinning
The loser's misfortune
Points earned, only a portion
Their head bowed in emotional upset
Replaying the error, lots of regret
The winner soars
The loser closed doors
Icy frozen pond
Wind plays music on bare branch
White ice dance enchants.
A fifty year old ice skater, she.
Dresses in yellow and black like a bumble bee.
Before she knew it, fell on her duff!
Realizing she was way too old for this stuff!
The Arena owner sent her home
Warning her to not return,tears fell fom her eyes.
Splashing on her ancient, black covered thighs!
4/28//202i
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
Four wheels and a piece of wood
Whoever thought this would feel so good
Riding around grinding and jumping
Who would've thought this was actually something
From skate parks to scrape marks
Everyday was an adventure
Riding down to the dairy queen wind in my hair
Watching the world fly by watching as people stare
They didn't know my name or where I was going
I was the skater kid that's all they were knowing
Adrenalin pumping around ever turn
Watching my idols dying to learn
After a while things sure did change
Stair sets hand rails and curbs all looked so strange
Not as foundation or landscape to adore
To me they were everything I wanted and more
Breaking bones and snapping decks
After learning of sponsors I just wanted checks
Years went on and I rode by
Known as that skater kid but now skater guy
Working now with college and bills
Every now and then reliving thos thrills
From kickflips to healflips varials to treys
Nothing competes with my skater days
He was thin, wore jeans and a beanie,
She was short, tattooed, black hair.
Skates board his thing,
Rollers skate her bling,
Defiant young kids without a care.
It was after the crowd of skates left,
And streets had emptied away,
Rollers skate her bling,
Skates board his thing,
A wet June night had stolen the day.
Absorbed by her eyes and she by his,
They balanced as one on skates,
Skates board his thing,
Rollers skate her bling,
And keys opened those sweet love gates.
woke up to a full day but i can tell the sun's only come half bright
on the cemented pavements and shameless statements of the
buildings towering high.
lately pacing shadows of motion
with squeezing tight objectives
lay themselves amaze to stamper so sluggishly unexpected
and rest their bodies inside
these big red rectangular double decker boxes
that commence to shudder along
with a sense of dying, clinical combustion;
hence to be condensed;
surrounded but all alone;
in the city that's countlessly counseled;
'Et in Arcadia Ego'
so I walk out of her door,
scramble my pockets for some cigarette paper
whilst standing under the warmth
of the dormant electric heater
finally pick up my deck and wheels
spark up in time to ride
with a rustic shallow breath
the barren concrete comes to life
as this skater rides on over
i'm just waiting to be swallowed whole
'cause even here death appears
in Skater Arcadia
He glides
his skates swishing
in a flurry of ice,
caressing with slow movements; mere
foreplay.
Silence
compels the crowd
disguises excitement
Great expectations fill the air.
All watch.
He stops
at center ring.
Ice gladiator all set
to make a kill gently, with grace.
Grandly.
Then flips.
Perfect landing!
He hears the crowd’s applause~
incense daring him show his skills.
Dazzling.
Teasing
with his body ~
a hypnotic magnet
becoming a blur of colors.
Blending.
Music
goes mad as he
circles with dizzy speed~
a human whirling, spinning top.
Gidddy.
Floating
as in a dream
one cannot get out of.
Now he’s a leaf falling in slow
motion.
Still more
he builds into
a climactic finish~
a tornado that goes in a
frenzy.
He drops,
slips on his foot;
loses balance and dives
his nose flat on the cold ice. All
are stunned.
I glide through the mirroring
Lake
Lake; so still, so simply, indolently
worthless
Lake, disagrees, callous feelings
candors
A vociferous wind refurbishes
the was still, still
leaves
The wind is merely the umbrage
at my insult
It repudiates my
sincere apologies
I glide on the pretty
and this lake wanders
wandering so dumbfounded
at a skater's lithe
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