Skating Poetry by Orbit's Skaters

Skating Poetry

Skating Poetry by Orbit's Skaters

Moments on the Merry-Go-Round of Life

The Ides of August, we skated down the aisle.
Because of him, life is a keen, sweet smile.
I still remember our first kiss.
He closed his eyes too soon and would have missed,
except for my gentle hands which guided him to my lips.

Heart of Glass

Wings of stainless steel. the days' soul mate.
The Ides of April, marked the date.
The tough deviate streets of Buffalo Grove marked the skate.
The destination was the place.
where the freight elevator gate and the street meet.
With stainless steel wings upon the feet.
The elevator, a sturdy and true vertical wagonette,
A welcome contrast to the streets deviation.

Sic Eunnt Fata Hominum -

(thus goes the fates of men)

I skate the street of dreams; alone.
It's the only way, I have ever known.
An added emotional burden, but I skate on.
Like an outcast, who was born to be alone.
It's a fate, I've always known.

Eight Wheel Drive by Mike Rozario is a poem about skating Friday Nights at Orbit Skate Center.

Eight Wheel Drive Time Machine

Powered by the past, the future, and the passion. It's 5:00 on a Friday night, and I cant wait to get home and grab the family. We're goin on a trip! A trip like no other. Not many people go on these trips anymore for one reason or another.

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