You've found my poetry page! On here I will post all of my poems related to hockey. I have them on a disk, all's I gotta do is find the time to copy them on here. They'll be on ASAP.
The Craziest fans in hockey
We are the craziest fans in hockey; and love our team with all our heart. We are the craziest fans in hockey; and their lives we want to be a part. We are the craziest fans in hockey; and if people start talking trash, We are the craziest fans in hockey; and their face we will smash. We are the craziest fans in hockey; and never miss a game, We are the craziest fans in hockey; and if we do we feel ashamed. We are the craziest fans in hockey; and cheer our boys up, We are the craziest fans in hockey; and soon we’ll have ANOTHER cup! We are crazier than you could ever dream; We are the craziest fans in hockey--- those of the Philly Flyers and Phantoms hockey teams!!
Gratton’s Payback
BOOM! Barnaby gets checked into the boards. It’s Gratton’s payback and for fans a long awaited reward. His fellow teamates pat his helmeted head; as fans start to chant “We want Barnaby DEAD!” Gratton nods and waves to them all as a strange smile seems to say “Yep, we’re gonna get into a brawl.” Back to the bench for a quick change of line; Gratton plans and uses his time. Out onto the ice like a bullet he flies; and remembers Game 6-- an eye for an eye. He whirls the ugly Sabre around; with one punch, he falls to the ground. Gratton begins to hammer away untill from a distance, Peca yells “HEY!” Lindros and LeCLair pull Gratton away as Barnaby lays in a bloody pulp, Peca kneels to him, “My love, are you okay?” Peca wails, making his mascara run, then points to Gratton. “You’re no fun!” The ambulance comes and takes Peca and Matthew away; the Flyers and Sabres begin to resume play. The horn blares, ending the game, Flyers win it. 10 - 3, Buffalo’s ashamed. Barnaby now shouldn’t even dream; about messing with the Philly Flyers hockey team!!!!!!(--- written in response to the '98 playoffs) GO FLYERS!!!
Poem unrelated to hockey-- here's one I wrote that I really liked and that I'm gonna share with you.
Look out into the wind,
you children of the flame.
dance the silver dances;
untame the tame.
be kind with gentle romances;
sing and dance and prance.
Remeber this though
you gentle children of the flame;
remeber all you embrace
because these times may never be the same.
Here's a poem I wrote about Dmitri Tertyshny... Goodbye...
Just a few months ago you were here,
and now you’re gone,
it’s so hard for us to carry on.
We all loved you from the start,
but news had to come to break our hearts.
You left with so much skill and flare,
and a season without you is too much to bare.
And so we come tonight to say one final goodbye,
to think of you , to dream of you, to bow our heads <
and cry.
Maybe it was a draft, but from the essence in the air,
It may sound crazy, but I felt your presence there.
You were the hand on our shoulder when our crying
heads were hung,
a way to say “I’m sorry, I know I left young.”
I know Dmitri will be here, in our thoughts,
memories and prayers,
and I know one thing is certain: his memory will
always bring us to tears.
Thanks for sharing last season with us, Dmitri. We’ll always love and miss you..
