Ski Poems - Poems about Ski

It took me years of training to move my legs like this, gliding over the granular on long feet with curved width, to make my legs flail left and right, my upper half stock-still, balancing and countering so I won’t take a spill, I’m going about forty-five, but I’ve got no steel cage, just long blades cutting through the white, so long as it behaves. Gravity is...

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as a fly flew onto a ski his weight was just right you see so off down the mountain went he could his eyes be any larger? probably good job as before crashing into a tree he took flight did the fly from the ski back up to where the other might be ...

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I had never seen snow skis before 1976 Did not know about the rich man’s sport Every time I see a ski photo I remember those news articles Claudinet Longet is accused of killing her lover Spider Sabich is dead, murdered. Her ex-husband Andy Williams stands by her True love....

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It comes from the sky, white, powdery gifts, upsets may, but gets us vibrating, we call in from work, get cover for shifts, no way we are not participating. The lots are plowed roughly, but well enough, we see the white streak of trails on the hill, blast through the snow, there is never too much, use rock skis so the good...

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Two rust-red tubes running up the hillside, by the wood's edge, hidden just in the trees, they have water, and compressed air inside, pumped up the mountain to hydrants steely. Hoses conduct it to tall silver tubes, snow guns that spray the white stuff on the trail, coating brown grasses, hiding them from view, building tall piles that some call snow-whales. The groomers...

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Sitting astride a frozen mountainside, eighty others waiting their turn to go, on the slope blue and red gates a path scribe, a man says, “racer ready;” so they know. An hour passed, now it’s my turn to ski, explode out of the gate with a kick-start, frozen ruts are what I find greeting me, muscles press down to absorb impacts hard, frantic...

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Snowy week ahead and I shall ski, Kissing clouds, where lifts deposit me to vaulted heights. Ice-capped peaks, snow drifts, and speckled trees, I consume nature's eye candy, in heart-stopping bites. Now zooming downward, my edges carve along, Giddy that they shriek, a downhill skier's theme song!...

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Slippery hills in this snowy week Knees bent; more speed needs a tweak. I’ll snowplow, turn skis stop in stance In and out like an ice-ballet dance, No turning back on a bunny slope! Gripping tightly up-hill to the tow rope....

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Slipping, sliding, Kicking, gliding - Iffy my technique. It's a snowy week. Never skied before - Got to do this more...! written 21st January for Julia's Skiing contest...

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Silent flakes, falling soft, hence lightly Kindling dreams, stirring up a soul’s belief Inspirations – graceful, glistening politely Inviting hope, beginning the heart’s relief Never forget winter’s laughter is slightly Glad for snowy week’s wonder, thus brief Skiing Poetry Contest Julia Ward January 16, 2023...

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Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus Found us abed thee twelfth day of December, cuz yours truly still felt dehydration, physical fatigue and soreness, which possibly linkedin to using stationary bicycle. Our bed (mine and the wife), I arbitrarily describe as double wide mine traditional established approximate sleeping side on the right if facing headboard while...

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How many terrified cats can a ski lift hold? The cats were mewing so big and bold. The lift was shaking, swaying to and fro “Meow Meow!”, the cats cried, “don’t let go!”...

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Some ladies enjoy riding on their brooms All over the house, into all the rooms Gran rode the ironing board Only skis she could afford Off she'd ride, before ironing resumes Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Lisa YY July 17, 2022 ...

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skis on our shoulders slopes covered with fresh powder smiles on our faces...

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Way back in the 1960s in the Green Mountain state, nearby the Mount Snow resort, perched beside small Snow Lake, was a peculiar formation that you don’t see today, locals called in Fountain Mountain, it came about this way: The founder of Mount Snow resort built the Snow Lake Hotel, and put a fountain in the lake where water sprayed and swelled. It was quite a majestic...

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