"blackhawks" poems
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
Give it up,
Some gladly
Some with inner pain
Some with liquor fueled breath
Some with much disdain
But everyone must
Give it up!
For the Blackhawks won
Lord Stanley’s Cup!
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
beginning optional weekday
wielding officialese words
triggering hectic exchanges
determining original gangsters
distributing invisible data
refreshing urbane novelties
yelping our universe
chaining awkward neologisms
scripting encrypted e-books
tackling hacking exercises
cavaliering auric tumult
trivializing our obsolescence
preparing online pentimento
alternating rainy themes
allocating numerous droplets
meandering overseas missions
averting raging tornado
losing outscored lightning
hacking impish 'sblood!
alienating nival drumlins
hearing erudite raconteurs
beer-drinking on thursdays
finding obnoxious rabblerousers
finding upscale negroni
seeing ubiquitous purple
cavorting horse ebooks
inventing twitter subgenre
liking otherworldly vocals
initiating new greatness
defining ambient yesterday?
defining ambient yesterday
fancying oneiric retreat
hailing optimistic chicago
kiboshing expired yogurt
rushing airborne blackhawks
bestowing infinite shivarees
needing baller acronym
fleeting ideal notions
alerting left-coast state
featuring unquiet nights
finalizing orangeball results
nodding occidental warriors
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
I still have that Blackhawks hoodie you gave me back in February.
Sometimes I still wear it.
Sometimes I sleep in it because it smells like you.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
The Sixteen Sacred Palm-Nuts of Yoruba
all enclosed in my fists,
ready to spread holiness in Uganda and Baja California.
I slept last night at the beach
after a long hike down the Sierra Madres.
(The Blackhawks were facing the kings of the western region tribe of Tongva,
and if I were to be a spectator
the privileged white male would win:
so I didn't want to sin).
No more.
I went to Rent-A-Whore,
that sunny afternoon.
To my surprise
it was stationed at the shore.
Those were my goon days when I followed the guru
Long hair, beaded necklaces, and silk indigenous shirts from Nayarit.
Just to **** Hunab Ku
For you.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
Well hello, Blackhawks Ice Girls
Arn't you looking hot
Bend over, shovel the ice
and if you could throw in some spins and swirls
As men gawk soak it all in
You're all for show. Put on display
Gaining weight? Better hit the gym.
May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC
I looked at your name in my phone,
the picture and last post
from your Facebook account
sent to and from space
on transmissions and airwaves.
I have a hard time remembering
the last time I saw you - at a bar,
the Blackhawks and the Bruins
making history on some LED screen,
while we sipped on cheap beer
and reminded each other
that our jobs aren't that bad.
A wise man said friendship
needs constant repair,
like your old red Jeep,
always rattling and clanking
for one reason or another.
And I realized tonight how things have changed:
that we're not growing apart, just growing up,
or maybe it's both, and maybe it's okay.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
I thought she was it, for sure the one
She took my heart, from the very start
I was just hanging out, having some fun
Had a feeling I needed to play this smart
Looked at her, as I gave a polite smile
I'll never forget her in the Blackhawks shirt
I asked the bartender to send her a shot
Why not? it was worth a try, at this point
I'll be honest my friends, she was so hot
We started talking and finally left the joint
Being out of town, I asked her about DFW
She showed me around, I enjoyed the view
That day was something else, my friend
If I could, I'd definitely go back there again
Corona on ice, relaxing in the sand
That girl by my side and her dog Benjamin
It would get me away from the blues I'm in
Knowing she'd be there for me everyday
Then I wake up, and realize it was a dream
None of it was real, not one **** thing
So it's back to my daily boring routine
I have some Corona, that's a good thing
Gotta love those dreams, such jokers
Guess I'll have a beer and play video poker
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:52 AM UTC
I find myself at the watering hole
aiming to drown my sorrow
I drank until I knew I was
going to feel it tomorrow
Out of reflex I looked down the bar
and what did my eyes take in
A long cool woman in a dark red dress
A siren, in stunning scarlet.
I drank in her features and summoned some courage, I had the bar ask what she was nursing
****** Mary" I the waiter said as he passed me by he said she was also violently cursing
I bought her a drink and Sat back down
Watching the Blackhawks game
When shockingly enough she crept up behind me and asked me for my name
"Nero, I don't wish to be rude but I just had my heart snapped in two"
"Funny, the same thing happened to me, so whatever shall we do?"
I downed the last bit of whiskey then said
"I know this may sound risky but how about instead of going to our shared beds we go to a hotel instead?"
"Right to the point, I see," she said as she nursed that ****** Mary.
"How about this, I'll do you one better,
Right in the alley, it's warm and you won't need a sweater, it'll be hot enough with me"
laughing softly I said with quickness
"We both seem to suffer from ****** sickness, the alley then shall be our destination
to practice passion without hesitation.
so she walked outside, swaying her hips
I sat and watched, licking my lips, I paid the barkeep, her tab and mine
then proceeded to walk outside,
I arrived at the alley across the street
and what sight should my eyes first meet
this same siren, hitched up her dress,
her slender body she gently caressed
I began to kiss her with some of my passion
thinking "How in the Heck did this happen?"
She must have read my mind because she said
"empty those thoughts out of your head
My name is M, if that's all right
you know it well by the end of the night
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC