My book of poems

My simile poem The mountains around me

Up mount Seymour the snow is as soft as velvet,
The snow is as white as a ghost.

Up cypress the snow is as gentle as a lamb,
And as light as a feather.

Up grouse the lineups are as boring as watching paint dry,
And the ice on the hills are as clear as a crystal.

At whistler the hills are as smooth as silk,
There the snow is as tall as a giraffe.

The mountains here in our area are good as gold,
Here when you ski or board you’re as free as a bird.

Metaphor What is a metaphor

Mining for a poem
pining to go home
to where the rhyme and meter
make some sense.
Digging for a clue
for what my words should do
all safely bound within a picket fence.

Found Poem worldview is beliefs

Out of from the night that covers me,
As Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I say thank you to whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
In the foul clutch of circumstance
I have not blinked nor cried aloud.
Under the metal bar of chance
my head is very bloody, but unbowed.
beyond this point of plaronwathandiears
and yet still he is the menace of the years
finds and shall he find me unafraid.
It does not matter how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll is,
I am the master of my own fate:
I am the captain of my own soul

Imagery Poem The world is melting away

I can feel the world melting away,
Just like my ice cream cone on a hot summers day,
I can smell all the fossil fuels during the day,
I wish I could just spray it all away,
I can taste all the puffs of smoke coming from a nearby Chevrolet,
From all that traffic its putting my mind in decay,
I can hear all the people coughing away,
Want to know why this is happening well its happening from all that foul manure spray,
I can see the worlds end already underway,
To help the world why not just why not start today.

Sound Poem The sound of sports

The Crack of a bat
The swoosh of the ball
The Nack of a the glove catching the ball
The Pack of a puck being shot
The Slee of a puck going by
The bang of the puck hitting the glass
The poof of the puck hitting the net
The youppi of the crowd when their favourite teams score a goal
The ehhh of the of the buzzer at the end of the day
The cack of the hands clapping at the end of the game

Experience Poem The night out

I couldn’t wait for tonight
I can hear the thump thump of everyone walking to the stadium
I can see the thousands of people going through the front door
I can hear the sizzling and popping of the pop corn cooking
I can see my favourite team the Canucks warming up
Finally the game has started
I can basically feel the energy of the stadium
I can taste all my extravagant fries and burgers in my mouth
I can smell all of the amazing perfumes coming from the food
I cant even see the puck its going so fast
As the seconds tick down the cheeering is picking up
It sounds like this Youppi Houray
The home team won the game
The best night ever just happened
Nothing better will take that day.