Thank You Sparky Flames!

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The crowd stopped roaring, all silent and still
Our season has ended, I thought it’s not real
Hard to believe, sad but true
All of these moments I’m presenting to you.
With sweaty t-shirts and achy bones
We marched forward to take our thrones
We fought hard and fast we skated
Last game on our hands, score overrated
Carving the ice with every foot race
Not giving up, keeping up with the pace
In the last moments, eyes on the clock
Just 50 seconds to never look back
Alyssa flew past all the enemy lines
Juking and swerving like she do it for #Vines
Beauty was witnessed, a goal was scored
Miracles happen as the crowd roared,
These are the times we can never replace
It’s like winning gold in the Olympic race!
In dog-pile embrace with excitement we fell
The rest of story is yet to tell.
With glossy eyes, the clock ran to a stop
We looked at ourselves, but could not go back
Last game of our lives seemed so crazy as spoken
We laughed at the irony of my stick being broken,
But it was a blessing to play with you ladies
Wise little beauties, fun and such crazies
You guys have taught me so much through these years
Drugs are bad, frozen ice is water, i’m Russia Fierce.
As a senior I would just like to say
Live simply and more words to pass on your way;
I hope you find beauty in all that you do
I hope you see things that are bigger than you
I hope that you travel to many new places
Always looking up and meeting new faces
I hope you remember the moments we shared
The times we were laughing and times we were scared
I hope that you never let fear hold you back
If you know who you are then get on track
Youth is short so make it the best
Because honey, the truth is, these moments don’t last
So I give up my pen, please write your own story
From Russia with love, just Go For Glory!

Feb. 23, 2015
1:21 am

Where Adventure Hides

In the moments of absolute happiness
In the curious smiles of children
In the broken paths of the woods
In the steps of our feet
In the questions to our answers
In the abandoned crevices of old buildingstumblr_mldask92JP1rjv16co1_500
In the rusty cathedral bell towers
In the endless fields of scattered flowers
In the dark corners of our basements
In the print filled pages of our libraries
In the smell of pine needles and cookies during Christmas
In the freedom of music and dance
In the laughter of those who have known pain
In the scent of white birch forests touched by morning dew
In the first twenty seconds of courage
In the forgotten silence of the wind
In the graffiti painted walls by the train stations
In the sounds of flipping pages through the isles of a bookstore
In the multi-cultural inhabitants of the loud cities
In the poverty-stricken cottages of a lonely world
In the eyes of forsaken children without mothers
In the noises of the occupied playgrounds
In the piles of multicolored leaves in October
In behind the fences that we climbed
In the puddles of last evenings rain
In the golden glow of the moons face
In the bitter cold air after a laden snowfall
In the rush of sledding down a huge hill
In the fragrance of fresh watermelon on a summer’s day
In the words and paintings of long dead artists
In the photographs of dusty, old scrapbooks
On the streets where we grew up.

Do you remember…
Do you remember…
That?

February 10, 2013
6:08pm
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Someone I Loved the Most

You are no longer hereswings
Left with an empty hand,
It’s your voice I long to hear
I’ve lost more than just a friend

Timing never caught us worse;
For five years you let me stay
You headed for a different course
Now our paths are far away

Snowy days of our Decembers
Spent in places even colder:
The ones I thought you may remember,
Before we grew a moment older

And may it all be gone
I do not doubt the cost
You were once someone,
Someone I loved the most.

April 25, 2011
1:46pm

Childhood Forest

ImageWe walked in the wild
Galoshes on our feet
More than one child
Marching by the beat
Smiling faces
Wondering eyes
Galloping from places
Caught up in surprise
A trip and fall
A snake or two
A distant call
Like in a zoo
A howl, a hiss
Is not absurd
The arrow missed
Pull out the sword
A drink, a splash
A sting, a bite
No need for cash
Can fly a kite
A jump, a shout
It’s all it is
Imagination played out
In the wilderness.

May 3, 2012
12:24am

Days of Old Wonders

The empty swing now sits in dust
The broken chains have turned to rust
Stories of our childhood told
The magic of the young and bold
Charming bright smiles run around town
In search of adventure which cannot be found
The wildest of all imagination
Made by the hands of God’s creation
From the first bruise to the last sting
Wonderful memories forward to bring
Now young no more, I understand
But, how I wish to be a child again,
Laughing our heads off out in the snow
As Guardian Angels watched us bellow
Ninja chopping the waves of the Pacific ocean
Cart-wheels on the beach without any lotion
Playing with bugs and the famous snail race
Swinging on ropes like the pirates we chase
Climbing on trees and breaking bones
Splashing in water or skipping stones
Roller blade rides under the lights
King of the hill and snowball fights
Building sandcastles and men of snow
Telling stories with a puppet show
Constructing great snow forts and sledding outside
Down the icy white hills, the most wonderful ride
Dancing in the summer shower
Breathe in the air like smelling a flower
Wishing and dreaming upon a star
Impossible is nothing, a kid is who you are!
Dreams of being astronauts, flying to the moon
No longer a kid, but I’ll be coming back real soon.

July 6, 2011
3:35pm

 

Upon Completing a Terrible Task

In a time rarely remembered
Outside she sat quietly sobbing
With summer days grabbed by September
A little heart that kept on throbbing,
She gazed at children on the bars
Distracted by the laughs she heard
Looking for the moments to be hers
Closed her ears to every word,
She tried and tried,
The loops didn’t follow
She wanted only but to ride
The slide, before seeing tomorrow
Or just to hop on the pavement side to side.
With arms folded, stubborn eyes
She kicked the leaves in time for when
Frustration hit without surprise
To find the shoe untied again
She thought, I must not waste another minute
Bit her lip, picked up the pace
This is my battle, I shall win it
Crossing the bunny loops of lace
Ran to the teacher yelling, “I did it!
That moment she could not replace.
Her eyes welled up, “you’re just in time;
That tie looks splendid!”
By the door kids formed a line
She knew that recess had just ended.

1:23 am
March 1, 2012

Back-up

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Unsure of what to do
Afraid to say goodbye.
Last glance into a mothers face
A hand still held
Small heart is beating out of place.
Destination made has come to stay
A chance has passed
Too late to walk away.
Can’t fly back, so hold your tears
Forget what’s been
Time strikes for brighter years.
Some said You’ll be well better of
Some said You should have stayed
Some said, now kid it’s up to You
But once it’s done, decision’s made.
She could’t bear to look and wave
Into the lonely stares
As moments passed a tear had rolled
But nobody was there.

January 2011