Anti summer blues ski poetry thread

[ak_powder_monkey]

Seeing as its summer for most of us and I'm sitting in Science class and am incredibly bored this is a poem threa, I'll start with one i wrote, you guys tell me what you think/ post another poem, poetry is IMO one of theonly things that can get you close to knowing the feeling of skiing...


Flow

I flow through snow
Effortlessly turning a sillkenn ribbooon of track
Leaving my mark on everything I touchh
Flowing down the mountain to the bottom

The riceer flows through me
Twisting its way down throught the trees
Leaving its mark on me
Flowing from the moountain to the sea

Patrick McCormick

[EPSkis]

TTTuurrrrnnnn ddowwnnnn thhee kkeyybboarrddd rrepeeeaatt.

[The Yeti]

Yum

There once was a backcountry skier,
but all she did was beater,
She went out one day,
but to her dismay,
I was lying in wait to eat her.

-The Yeti

[bdog]

heart
linked to mountains
as so many
turns
on an open bowl
heart
never as joyous
as when
peaks are soft
white
always
new

[Henry Rollins]

Girl heads to the mountains in a truck
She quickly learns the power of a fuck
Roughing it was lonely and cold
Spreading her legs never got old
Got her a guide and a room
All she had to do was open her womb
Twenty years later she’s all bored out
Works at the mountain with out a doubt
Hasn’t skied in years but drinks the beers
Boyfriend a “nice” guy
A pushover
He has what he always wanted
A shell of what he never could get

[powderhound]

I DREAM OF SNOW UP TO MY NUTS
OH, CAPS LOCK IS ON,
WHAT A CLUTZ

[seldon]

AKPM
http://www.perryhoberman.com/accept/...-OSX-16x20.jpg

[bdog]

sky finally blue
on this last resort day
tomorrow
wind will sing
through empty chairs
the snow of
one last storm
melts soft and
mostly
unseen soaking
volcanic red scree
ravens
and pine martins
now own
the resort
joey has gone
one more season
summer looms
long
hot
smoke filled

[Dr. Gaper]

scrotum
SCROTUM!
A little bag of skin
I keep my testies in

[shera]

Originally posted by Dr. Gaper
scrotum
SCROTUM!
A little bag of skin
I keep my testies in

testies?

testes?

tasties?

[shera]

I haven't got a poem for you, but I have a fairly tale:

Once upon a time there was a girl that liked to play
in the forest. She skipped and hopped all day long.
She smiled as the sunbeams came and went through the
branches and passed over her face. And when twigs
caught in her hair she thought the trees loved her
very much.

When she first came to the forest, she knew she had
arrived in a magic place where no one could find her.
She was all alone except sometimes there were birds or
squirrels. She liked to be alone though because she
had run away from everyone. She sang songs and touched
every tree with her fingertips as she passed by. And
she was content with her play.

Then a boy came. She could barely see him through the
branches. He ran so fast that he was gone before she
was even sure he had been there. But she thought she
heard the echo of his laughter. She was confused. Why
was someone else in the forest? How did he get in? How
did he run so fast?

The girl tried to follow him. But the forest was steep
on a mountainside and the trees were in her way. And
she couldn't run fast enough in the deep snow. Still
she went in the direction she had seen him and heard
his voice. And she didn't cry even though she was
frustrated. Because she wanted to see who this boy was
that had come to her forest.

After a long time, she came into a clearing. She was
so tired she decided to rest for a while. Then she
heard the boy's laugh again, behind her up the hill.
When she looked up there he was standing above a giant
rock. The sun made his hair glow. His eyes were
gleaming with mischief and his smile was like a
promise for more. He became serious for a moment and
then started running down the hill. Running toward the
rock. And he leaped off it and went flying down into
the clearing. And stopped right next to the girl. And
he laughed again.

The girl was happy and afraid at the same time. Maybe
he would play with her? She looked into his eyes to
see what was there. And he kissed her. And his kiss
was magic. First it turned her into a bird and she
went flying over the forest and swooping down through
the branches. Then she turned into a beautiful flower,
glistening in the snow and smelling of honey. The boy
picked the flower and put it in his pocket. And he ran
away laughing.

If you go into the forest and listen closely you will
hear the laughter of the boy. And you may even smell
the scent of the girl that became a flower. But you
will never see them because the boy runs faster than
the wind.

[bad_roo]

Originally posted by ak_powder_monkey
The riceer flows through me
Twisting its way down throught the trees
Leaving its mark on me

http://www.tetongravity.com/usergall...mal_ariver.jpg

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