Ski Poetry

After walking the dog this morning, I started to think about skiing and the winter gone by. I started writing and this is what I ended up with. Post up your own ski poetry and lets get this prose party started.

The seasons of the world

As I glide through the snow
I realize the world
The world of peace and tranquility
The world of timeless beauty
Hearing the crunching of the snow
With every stride of my skis below me
Brings a renewed smile to my face
My cold cheeks become flushed
With the blood from my ear to ear grin
What better way to live life
Than to glide through life
To feel the rush each icy gust of wind brings
Making you feel so alive
Why must this season end so soon
Why must Mother Nature play such a cruel joke
Why must she make this beautiful white canvas
Disappear for such a long period of time
Why must we crave winter
Like a frozen white drug
Making us search the world over
To continue our search
For the peace and tranquility we yearn after
Year after year we go through this
We go through this cruel joke being played upon us
The white disappears
The bright green of spring starts to appear
Leading into the lush green of summer
Soon it will be fall again
The browns, goldens and beautiful reds
Adorning the hillsides we continue to gaze upon
The hillsides we keep staring at
In the hopes we will see our favorite season
Begin once again
We continue to stare
We continue to believe that those colours of fall
Are turning into the white
The white we so crave
So we can once again glide through the crystals
The crystals of snow that bring so much hapinness
To our lives
To our souls
©EP 2007

I was dreaming about powder today and was inspired to write my own poem about skiing. Enjoy!


Airtime
There’s nothing like flying through the air
Because everything is so free up there
No boundaries surrounding my pent up soul
No one setting forth my lifelong goals

Time slows down for me up here
And in this moment things are clear
No worries about getting down
No thoughts about the approaching ground

Because in this place I am in control
My mind so sharp, my heart so full
Just me, myself, and only I
Bathing in the bright blue sky

Haiku

Snow falling from the sky
Newly waxed skis
Blurred's cock is very tiny.

This thread makes me want to punch you and say "Grow a Pair"!!:biggrin:

I was on a chairlift with a couple of gapers
So I rolled up a spliff with my king size papers
Skiing so fast like a caped crusader
All you see behind me is a trail of vapors

lots more where that came from...

bent ski energy arc
released into the vector
infinite slips by


tracks don't stay empty
free refills by the lap dance!
May it never stop

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Poem on the theme of Snow

From heaven fall icy petals;
In the sky not a spot of blue remains,
A dusting of jade covers the ground
And buries the blue mountains,
The sun rises over the mountain peak,
The chill pierces my bones,
Silence prevails.

Muso Soseki (1275-1351)

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Originally Posted by Angle Parking

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Excellent. What did you use for baskets?

Alas, there were no baskets. Couldn't figure out how to MacGyver a pair. Which of course greatly impaired the funtionality of the poles.

^^^ I did it with the tops off 2L pop bottles once. Bought them back from the nearby depot.

Didn't have any of those in my truck or on site. The photo was taken at our local ski hill, after it had closed. So I did have access to some materials. Hence the bamboo. I kept thinking to myself, surely you can figure something out, but nothing ever came to mind for baskets. Next time, i'll look for some discarded pop bottles I guess.

Cool idea with the bottle tops btw. Makes for some cool lookin' sticks I bet.

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Originally Posted by Angle Parking

Didn't have any of those in my truck or on site. The photo was taken at our local ski hill, after it had closed. So I did have access to some materials. Hence the bamboo. I kept thinking to myself, surely you can figure something out, but nothing ever came to mind for baskets. Next time, i'll look for some discarded pop bottles I guess.

Cool idea with the bottle tops btw. Makes for some cool lookin' sticks I bet.

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Nice. Sometimes you gotta improvise stuff and get creative. well done with the handles btw, ours were crappy. this was in kootenay pass last year. left salmo after hitting the depot no knowing exactly what to do next and luckily we found some bamboo up there. we had to sharpen the ends to get the bottle tops on but they stuck. The person we made them for was keen on keeping using them and kept them afaik.

I overcome my mind's conditioned fear response to the cliff that drops out of sight below and point my skis downhill, gaining speed for the now inevitable launch. But fear wins the battle for control as I take off. The external stimuli have become too intense, and instead of routing through my sensory cortex and hippocampus, they go straight to the amygdala. Rational thought escapes me and I enter survival mode, my actions now driven by instinct alone. The techniques that I should be applying to the situation are no longer accessible. Since these important parts of my brain have been bypassed, no memory exists of my time in the air. I black out.
This is how skiing shows me my own mind. It challenges me to overcome its inherent weaknesses and master it.

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Originally Posted by Angle Parking

Didn't have any of those in my truck or on site. The photo was taken at our local ski hill, after it had closed. So I did have access to some materials. Hence the bamboo. I kept thinking to myself, surely you can figure something out, but nothing ever came to mind for baskets. Next time, i'll look for some discarded pop bottles I guess.

Cool idea with the bottle tops btw. Makes for some cool lookin' sticks I bet.

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That, and every pole plant leaves a snow tittie!

I forgot the poles last month at hankin so I just grabbed some bamboo from a snow fence, no grips and no baskets telling myself that on the down we really only need poles for balance/trigger the turn and the hard part was not dropping the big couloiur it was getting up a shitty skin track to the top

nice one AP

The Padded Seats

The early birds are all in line
Powder is what they are here to mine
Some are antsy some are baked
It is a real stoke that can't be faked

Is that snow or rain ?
It matters little when you get to ski that terrain
Most are carefully choosing a plan
Others just ski the Fan

Excitement brews as they start to load
Most transition to a powder race mode
Nash is open it says on the sign
That will work just fine

As the BC gates open up
New possibilities erupt
As I pass through the gates
Alpentals soul awaits

There once was a man living in the Wasatch,
who loved dick but not snatch
He moved back East where he skied like a monkey swinging branch to branch,
until one day he caused a large avalanche
He sat on the debris with glasses on his hat,
and wondered aloud, "Could little wiggle turns really have caused that?"