The Day I First Skied

The wind was cold, the sky so gray

Impact of snow covered me around

Looking down the hill

All white and invisible

I saw my dad take off

Zipping down at lightning speed

I hesitated to go after

Fear was driven inside me.

I took off at last, scared for my life

My skis felt heavy, wet against slush snow

I almost fell, my body twisted around

Then I gathered myself and bent it forward

The wind came too fast, and the snow was almost ice

Other skiers flew past, quick and powerful

I almost tried to keep up, but the fear was there

I didn't want to speed and I didn't want a fall

My legs felt wobbly, queazy all around

I bit my teeth hard, pushing my body forward

The skis began to settle, glide along the white

Then I felt myself up against the fighting wind

I skid to a stop for a moment, to look for my dad

I could see him in a distance, behind a wind pillar of snow

I saw him slow down for a bit, to see if I was coming

And called out to me, and I only told him to go.

He took off, I coming right after

The wind began to settle, the clouds more friendly

A bit of sunlight broke through, and I could see

Everything clear and spotless against the low sky

Then I saw the bottom

And there was my dad at the bottom, waiting for me

He took my arm and told me, I finished.

There was relief and the fear was gone.

We both took off our skis and went to the lodge

There, with hot coffee and a fire, I was finally done.

The After Argument

All right, poets, time to kick back with an all-new poem. I know all of you have had an argument with a parent or a friend at least once in your lifetime and I guess it wasn't that pleasant. This poem ends with no reasonable compromise to the argument, but I eventually settled things with my dad after I wrote this. So, hope you enjoy it!

The After Argument

The big argument happened not long ago
It was me and my dad, exchanging words and that
I sat there feeling guilty, he feeling enraged
And told me everything I didn't want to know

Sitting in my bed, I looked back
And realized that I knew nothing wrong
So I sat and I sat for hours and hours
Wondering where we got to that

My dad no longer entered my room
I came to him with all my problems
He shot back, his points been made
And so I sat back, feeling not amazed

That was the day I'd never forget
The day arguments tore again
I was hoping I would see my father again
But too soon it was to see it then

Packing the Office

My dad retired from his job as a manager at an investment company at the end of June. He was pretty good at his job and knew how to make the most of people's money. So I'd thought it would be a fitting tribute to write a poem about it. This one is about him packing up his office to leave permanently. Hope you enjoy!

Packing the Office

The few things I packed that day
I will never forget


My dad left with some stuff from his office
Never to have them return
His pictures of me were gone, his books of delight
All gone to his own personal domain


Every single thing he brought
Never to return
All memories and figures
Came with him all together


We packed all day
Everything came with us
And that there's that final time
To say the one word, 'Bye'


He left without word and I turned off the light
There was no return anymore

Unwrap

Hello Poets. It has been a while and I hope everybody had a great rest of their summer. But now that we're all back in school and ready to set off another fun year, I thought I'd share a poem with you about Christmas.

The title is called "Unwrap." The inspiration obviously came from one Christmas when I finally got my hands on an all-new Playstation One console. Hope you enjoy the poem!

Unwrap

It sat under the Christmas tree one morning
I woke up from sleep and wiped my eyes
I couldn't believe what I saw
A very thoroughly wrapped gift

I waited for my parents to wake up
As they came out, they smiled
'Merry Christmas!' they said
I giggled, not knowing what else to do

They told me I could start unwrapping
At first I wanted to rip it apart.
Then I went against it and not ripped it
Instead I made every edge special

I did unwrap it slowly
Every ribbon and every piece of paper
It was all taken care of
So that every little inch can be special

Finally, the paper was unwrapped
The gift laid at my lap, also glistening and bright
I turned my head to the paper
And said, 'Thank you for a glorious sight.'

Seeing Twilight

"Seeing Twilight" is probably one of my better poems that I have written in the later part of my lifetime. No big inspiration came to create this poem, so I choose the light between light and shadow, aka Twilight. Enjoy the poem.

Seeing Twilight

I saw Twilight up ahead
Far away from me as can be
There ahead in the forest thicket
Is where I could see it again

It was almost at an end
And I wanted to see one last glimpse
So I hit and I tear in the leaves
To where it would be seen again

The heat was hot, the sounds of forest gave off
I still made my move, going far
And that's when it was, that little thing
That little gift of twilight

It passed below me, giving a final glimpse
I saw it peak something at me
I waved to it but did not call out
I knew I would see it by me again.

Elevation: Everest

Hi, guys. Sorry about the delay getting a new poem up for you guys to take a read at. It's been sort of a slow couple of months for both of my blogs, but this poem should crack the ice. This poem is called Elevation: Everest. I wrote this poem about watching a couple of documentaries about Mount Everest and after seeing the ever-so majestic mountain, a poem is what I wrote up. Hope you guys enjoy this Everest (ever-lasting) poem.

Elevation: Everest

It was too cold one day.
The day that made everything smooth.
Atop that mighty peak ahead
Lay the great Mount Everest.

I chose to ride a part of the mountain
To see a magnificent view
And below, I saw, what I couldn't be.
The valley that new beneath me.

The temples lay shrined as new as gold.
The peaks over the ridge as sharp as teeth.
The great lakes I saw ahead
Made me remember the ones back home.

I spent only one day up that Everest ridge.
Before I took my cables off
I hiked down to Earth again.
Ready to look back up and see Everest a shine.

Feet on Thin Ice

Hey, poets. I'm back with a new poem for you and this one is probably one of my favorites. I wrote this in the winter of 2008, when I was still learning how to ice skate so I could better understand ice hockey (which I blog about on my MLS and NHL insight blog) Anyway, enjoy this great poem.

Feet On Thin Ice

It is a cold and winter day and you step out.
That house that was once warm and full of merry.
Now surrounded by ice and snow that covers the ground.

I sit down at the edge of a lake nearby.
I look out across it, gazing at the incredibly thin ice.
For a moment, the ice stays there.
Then the feet start to move.

I stepped onto the thin ice, my feet feeling grim.
Every step, every inch, feeling like breaking ice again.
No cracks in the ground, no cold water to come in.
It was something I hadn't expect to begin.

The ice cracked then, pouring out in all angles.
I stopped for a moment, panicked and scared.
The ice sheets moved, taking me along with them.
There, I saw the cold water as still as can be.

I leap to the land and landed in the pool.
The shivers came to me, my teeth stone-cold.
They clattered and shook and scared my poor mouth.
That I couldn't dare to be thrown out.

I got out quick and ran back to the house.
To the warmth and the merry that I almost forgot.
I stepped inside quietly and completely shut the door.
Never to step out again onto the thin ice that got me.