#skate
Sway like the wind
Contract your core
Feel it harden
Let out your roar
As you release with intention
Lay her out flat
Juke
With determination
Make the blockers curse
Cause they lost track
Nickel and dime
My currency
As I make
My way back around
Securing our victory
As the venue fills with joyous sound
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 3:28 AM UTC
Feeling changed
But longing to be the same
Life stretching out
Long and wide
Remember my first ride
And how far I’ve come
Same words
Different meaning to every one
Take a breath
And another one
Take a step
And another one
Trust
It will be alright
Letting go
Into the unknown
Dropping in
To the adventure
Of life
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC
It was a retro roller rink,
Skating around boards that gave you splinters,
Trying each arcade game, wasting quarters,
And how many times you could bribe the DJ to
Play your favorite song.
He was sitting alone in the corner of the side cafe,
At the booth where the floor had a giant crack,
Where his foot was nervously tapping,
Sunshine was streaming in on his curly red hair,
As he waited in suspense for
Her
To walk through the door, all confidence and smiles,
Like she was the lead in a musical.
She had that magical way of walking and skating,
Almost like every move was a
Choreographed mix of chaos and art.
The hours passed, the rink cleared out,
The sun went down over his booth,
And he continued to tap his foot on the
Crack in the floor.
But when she came sweeping in that door at
11:36 pm brighter than the disco ball,
His heart swelled like the bass on a road trip,
And as the two of them sweat their hearts out
On the rink until the wee hours of the morning,
That maze of splinters and heartbreaks,
He found that he had never been as happy as he was with
Her.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
a caper has the flower trifocal
and ties from the skies now leaner than haze
that romance mash on sand
only jasper there's midst of surfboard
the recumbent fashion of hers
and solely in this decampment
will bring safari to encampment
though she suffered triumph litany
with mishmash and hullabaloo
yet she'll pound the pipe
in her organic fangs
mays butter's a lot of bot
to ground those tears of Walloon
there a plunder from seaside saloon
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
Your words glide
Over my
Heart like a
Skater skates
On ice lakes.
Slowly you
Wear me down;
Carve your words
Onto my
Heart with blades.
One time you
Will cut through
And fall in
Through the crack
That you made.
You will try
To climb out,
But you are
Stuck in the
Void with me.
Now you'll know
Just the harm
That a few
Words can cause.
Can't you tell?
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
I've found myself on the razor's edge,
Like a figure skater.
I skate through life,
Avoiding hazards with grace,
Holding my head up high,
And spinning out of control
Once in a while,
Only to collect myself
In poised determination
And a flick of the wrist,
Brushing the worries away.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
i look at my skateboard
down at the ground
i close my eyes
and roll down the hill
getting faster and faster
until i hit flat ground
i open my eyes
when i roll down the hill
i feel free
the breeze hitting my face
my hair blows in the wind
the sun on my skin
its all too good
i feel at home
like a belong
thank you to my
skateboard
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
A river frozen deep, a blanket of smooth ice.
Wide and forever in all directions.
I skate.
Wind whispering through the strands of my hair,
a sweet conversation.
Gliding,
I draw with the blades of my skates,
My skirt is flattered by the wind, how flirtatious.
Flying,
My feet begin to confuse the ice for air and start to float.
Free.
I feel the warmth of ice.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
i see saggy cargo pants, marijuana and at least three mall grips.
some pseudo outcast cool kids carving out skidmarks,
painting the concrete waves with wheels and their bloodstains.
hey look at that guy in the corner,
he just bought two burnt spoonfuls of a score.
it doesn't look like he can take any more, though.
or the guys playing six tricks roulette,
on a quarterpipe, on a bet,
for a cheap pack of cigarettes.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
You float over the concrete
the way driftwood rides the ocean waves,
smooth and graceful.
Your arms rise to the sky
in sync with your legs
like a puppet,
but you hold your own strings,
you control your own movements
so seamlessly
as if you were born
with a board beneath your feet.
Your eyes hold focus
how a starving man
holds a scrap of bread,
not fully moldy in the garbage.
You spin and swap your body
with the lash of a whip
and how I wish you'd crack me
just once
so I could taste your precision.
How beautiful a sight it is
to see someone so perfectly aligned
with the Earth
that gravity allows you a pass
on the rules.
And when you're finished
the passion that beams from you
is so intoxicating,
I'm too unsteady on my feet
to try to follow.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
Beneath the sunrise of a cold new year,
Standing alone on the banks of an ice-covered river,
My Soul is frozen in time.
Reflecting upon warm memories,
Melting away ice-cold winter days,
Skating alongside you,
Through ripples of time,
I call out to you,
My shining princess,
I love you.
Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
...
Yuna Kim Montage-Through the eyes of love
https://youtu.be/O3uzOxxUvmE
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
It's strange
How much an object can take you away
From the stress and the pain
When I put that board down
It's like everything fades away
All that is left is the wind in my face
And the feeling in my chest
Like a weight has been lifted
A veil pulled from my eyes
On my board I feel confident
Like I'm on top of the world
It's a liberating feeling and it never grows old
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
We sat outside the coffee shop
next to a fire,
watching the sun set behind decrepit buildings.
I lamented over the lack of a roller rink in the area,
reflecting on memories of wobbling around in circles
with dizzying lights and blaring speakers
ejecting Pink, Daft Punk, and Eiffel 65 onto my critical youth.
I felt like a king.
We finished our smoothies and retreated
to an empty hotel parking lot,
where I taught her to skateboard.
One foot over the front bolts,
the back foot over two of the back bolts
but resting over the tail,
kick, push,
it's in the ***** of your feet--
weight distribution.
Tic, tac, scrape, thud--
she falls repeatedly
and gets back up.
I admire her resilience and perpetual smile--
This is what skateboarding is all about.
We roll around the hotel parking lot,
our endpoints being a lone luminescent lamppost
and a telephone pole beleaguered by a plot of shrubbery
that demarcates itself from the pavement.
We circle around the poles for hours,
forming an imaginary oblong track between the two,
our laughs carrying into the cool summer night lullaby
that sang the drowsy small town to sleep.
The fading throb of the wedding reception
at the bottom of the town square by the wharf,
carrying over to us.
The stores closed up hours ago,
silent empty windows reflecting the lonely streetlights
and our ambulance back at us.
We skated on unperturbed into the night hour.
A man walks outside the hotel
to have a cigarette on the sidewalk--
I imagine he is watching us and admiring our glee.
Rolling between this telephone pole and lamppost,
the glare and reflection of the empty silent windows,
the soundtrack singing above our heads,
our laughs, and the tic-tac of skateboards
and groaning of wheels over stubborn pavement
bringing my melancholic reverie to a halt,
recognizing and understanding happiness in the present moment--
This is my roller rink.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
Flip flip slide slide
grind grind pop pop
concentration.
hours and hours
sweat pours
bruised ankles bruised kneecaps
scraped shinbones scraped elbows
scabs and scars.
shirts and jeans torn, worn;
shoes a tattered mess--
laces shredded to bits tied desperately
clinging on to lapping tongues.
hair matted to skull sweating within damp skullcaps,
whether be it helmets (by choice or restriction),
or fitted baseball hats turned backwards,
or cuffed beanies in the dead of winter.
(father says the latter choices work well to soak all the blood up, I always roll my eyes in naivete.)
The paved driveway, where on my eighth birthday
a shining basketball goal sat at its full height
towering in the mountain sky--
stood forlorn in place as wide eyes glued to the pavement--
where shoes stood atop the gritty surface of a wooden board
with wheels attached to gleaming metal axles
rolled smoothly excitedly across the pavement in perpetuity.
destiny.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
Round and round,
a flash in fluid motion,
in the desolate ice rink
she skates and dances
embracing freedom,
my sense of time
shrinks and expands
at her own sweet will
the fiery flight of an angel,
it's spirit hits her lover's heart
but only tickles and explodes
in a rain of bright love signs.
I've been watching this
breath taking phenomenon,
without batting an eyelid,
how long, I lost all estimates,
my sins go up in smoke
when my heart,is up in flight,
benediction is the result
of watching her write poetry thus.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
Tonight I found
myself in a
parking lot.
I jumped,
I ran,
I slid,
and I smiled.
I, once again
looked for
shortcuts to
ordinary life
such as: crammed buses
and their empty roofs.
the moon looked
sharp,
and I wasn't worried
of anyone else;
but me.
eluding merely
six vehicles in a
free-way
because I
like the rush
next to death.
but I was breathing,
more alive than ever,
with a board
on 4-wheels
gripped.
and proud to be
lost,
proud to be
nothing,
proud to feel
like I did first,
5 years ago.
and I was happy.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
Bruises and scars
long roads that will take you far
the sound of your wheels
the sound of my heartbeat
as kids we'd play along
sticker tattoos of black and gold
silly jokes and odd fears
as hollow as your dreams
we grew older
knowing what the future would lead us through
you broke your heart and your bones
2 years past but it pains you more
if only you'd let her in
you would not hear her scream
you would not see the light
you would not see the light
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
ice skating is like loving
you hold on to the edge, afraid to fall, get yourself hurt and let go
but eventually you will have to let go and learn how to glide freely on your own
sure you will fall on your **** and you will get hurt
but that's how you'll learn
and thats how you become strong
by picking yourself up and moving forward
- MMM
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
I was a dare devil,
I always raised the level,
I got bruises and scars,
But that didn't stop me from going bizarre
I would jump and skate,
But it wasn't my fate,
I have to find something else to do,
Before I don't have clue
© Sasha Morales
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
son spreads knee blood into ******* &/or
sidewalk chalk.
mixes reds to pinks with head cracking asphalt.
of god & country.
of soggy bread in a lunch-bag; snackpack readied.
he skates.
the concussed ****** of booming youth.
omega he:
to the wolf pack outers.
breathing love of summer, he
is the son drunk on hi-c
& burping.
watching teenaged supersoakers yodel
on a bridge.
florida.
son sneaks out late to rationalize
the city’s features
under strange light & love of nightly people.
boy sculpts body out of beast,
turned dark corners.
arrives swollen.
his father erects a roofed flattop in the backyard slab
with flood light electronics taught to worship
the shred.
mother rattles the blender
on the kitchen outskirts, ***** breathed
& nearing with hugs.
blister-itched.
glossed folds of scar tissue.
those days on summer-beyond when the neighborhood pulsates.
with satellite dishes tuneforking high-frequency vibrations
from outerspace & pigeons explode.
son’s ears bleed, &
the television goes unwatched.
he snaps plank & ankle protein, refurbishing
his legs into iron-rods
or wands of summer anthem.
cold war.
he empties sugar-sweat & toxins
into the storm-drain.
essence of wet heat, skin pinched, & friend
of ghosts.
a three legged dog lay in the shade
leisurely watching the boy skate
on endless.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC