2-28-11 Concrete Poem

Goal Horn

I

am

often

blessed

during a game

when your presence

is heard as that light

that bright red light flips

on the crowd cheers as you play

your tune of victory you electrify

the players as they strive to achieve

the most important component to winning in

this game we play upon the frozen surface which

lay beneath our feet it is a gift from the hockey gods

to embrace the overwhelming mood that your sound sways over

the entire arena it is so special to hear your lovely tune play.



2-28-11 Journal entry

St. Louis has been made famous by its massive arch which stands towering about the cities stretch of the Mississippi river. It has been nicknamed by many to be the "gateway to the west". Thousands started their journey to the west in hope of prosperity and their chance to become an entrepreneur.
The path that lead west would take the lives of many but the trip was well worth the risk. Families scattered across the eastern seaboard and further inland gathered their belongings into wobbly wheeled wagons leaving their lives behind in search for a new home out west.
Days were filled with endless walking and at nights they would circle the wagons around their sleeping quarters in hope to hold off any attack from Indians of wild animals in search for the taste of human flesh. Blankets scattered across their bodies they lay on the hard ground of the plains squinting up towards the twinkly lights which were scattered across the night time sky. One of the most infamous wagon trains the Donner party would face a surreal experience. After the leading wagon holding all the unnecessary possessions to the Gabby family lost track of the path and led the party into the frozen peaks of the Rockies the company faced starvation. After many grueling days without food they turned to cannibalism in search for nutrients; if not they would face death, all alone in the vast wilderness.

If i had the opportunity to invite three people to enjoy a dinner with me it would be a very interesting meal. First off, i have to go old school hockey so for my first invitation i would send it out to Maurice "the rocket" Richard of the Montreal Canadians. With my second choice i would like to select Jeff Carter because he is my favorite hockey player. Last but certainly not least i would proudly choose my grandfather; what i wouldnt give for one last meal with him.

Journal 2-24-11

As I ponder through my memories, searching for a particular scary moment which stands out among the rest only one specifically comes to mind.
Between school years each child is blessed with a three month long break from reality, it has been dubbed by the school boards as summer break. Most children enjoy this fun filled three months with trips to the lake or spending time at the park with friends and family. Our family takes a different approach.
Each Independence day weekend is greeted by a trip to our grandparents house up on the border of the boundary waters. Luckily we have cousins who live but twenty minutes from grandmas house. We our by far closer to these cousins than all others.
We all have fun in town, but we know that the children always have one thing on their mind. The shack.
One night as our trucks steadily moved there way through the thick forest towards our shack we encountered something none of us would ever forget. It had been a full moon the night before so the cycle had the moon as full as ever. As our trucks bobbled from rock to rock we came to a bend that was sharper than most corners. As we proceeded to turn our truck was struck. Panic rushed through our veins as second by second our comrades slowly vanished into the darkness leaving us in utter silence. A tree had fallen on the hood of our car. We couldn't believe it we were stranded.

2/24/11 Journal

Yesterday the Wild faced of against one of the worst teams in the NHL the Edmonton Oilers. Who are considered to be a team that has not broken out yet. Their newest and brightest star is the 2010 NHL entry draft No. 1 overall pick Canadian Taylor Hall. In the game prior to his visit to St. Paul he netted his first career hat trick as an NHLer. The Oilers were lucky enough to snag one of Taylor's OHL teammates forward Jordan Eberle, who has also contributed to the teams point streak throughout the 2010-2011 season.
The puck was dropped approximately around 7pm which would kick off what would hopefully be another home team win. Minnesota was in desperate need for the very important two points which were up for grabs after losing on national television in a shootout to Detroit's Red Wings.  I guess the hockey gods were looking over our shoulders because they blessed us with a 4-1 win over the Oilers, which was tipped off by a spin-o-Rama goal by Pierre Mark- Bouchard on a breakaway late in the third period.
Many did not believe that the Minnesota Wild would do this well, let alone be a potential Stanley Cup Playoff contender. It has been a great season and myself along with thousands of other fans hope that the wild will be able to proceed playing in the post season. It should  be an exciting rest of the year.

Alliteration

Sitting alone inside your stand
Peering out across the land
You wait silently for a deer to come
Close enough to feel the wrath of your gun

Time seems to stand still
As you skim the far away hills
All that tension
Just for the taste of venison

Hunting Season

Hunting Season
Camouflage
The color of outdoors men
It feels as if you & nature are one
Gunfire shatters the silence
wet leaves scattered across the ground
Tender grouse nuggets or spicy deer sticks
You lust for it all year round

Haiku

Goldy the gopher
really hates the badgers team
but rarely beats them

Early Childhood Memories

My earliest childhood memory was the morning of my third birthday. It was a sunny day, and warm; which was and oddity considering that it was the sixth of January. When i resumed life away from the comforts of my dreams the outline of a shape started to appear. Slowly it came in clear enough for me to realize that it was my mother. "Mitch, good morning birthday boy! Hurry and get your self dressed there are some waffles with your name on them sitting at the table downstairs". she said.
I put on my favorite shirt with the emblem of my uncles fire equipment company spread across the front. Slid on my warm sweat pants and quickly scooted down from my room.
My eyes widened as they came upon the greatest feast a three year old you fathem. I sat down and dug in; my taste buds werent ready for the taste orgasim they were about to have swept upon them. Later on we had a party. Around noon we went to the fire station for a tour then finished it off at Circus Pizza.

Daily Journal 2/18/11

A man walks out into the cold night air. His hands are shaking from what i would assume had been an unspeakable act. He wipes them on his pants and slowly paces across the sidewalk into the street, when he reachs the yellow dotted line he stops cold in his tracks as if his feet were glued to the ground.  A dark figure appears from behind the shadow of a near by coffee shop; making his way as well into the center of the road way.
The two shapes stand parallel in the darkness staring deep into one anothers eyes. The man at the far corner pulls back his rain coat as if he reaching for a lighter. A loud popping noise pierces the silence and in a matter of seconds both me fall to the ground in a heap. It seemed as it were only a solo gunshot and as i take a closer look, hidden behind a parked car down street is a boy. He comes running out to the street passing by one of the men. Dropping to his knees he grasps the head of the other victim as if he were cradeling a baby. A high pitched yelp calls out, the boy starts panting yelling for his father but nobody comes.
I ponder my thoughts as i sit in the drivers seat of my car and come to the conclusion that amidst all of this chaos this boy was the son of that whom he holds close to his beating heart. What seemed like a good idea, to hide away from the fight and strike his competitor from a distance ended up hurting him as well. The boy had fired one shot with the intention of killing his fathers predassesor; the speeding steel slug pass through the man and followed its path through his fathers heart killing them both. I
I turn the key in the ignition and put my car into gear slowly driving off into the night...

Cinquain

Hockey
Entertaining
Cold breeze nips at my face
As I shoot the puck it sails and scores
Passion

Metaphor

Life is like a round about
You must approach it with caution
Risks should not be a big factor
If you see possible danger
Do your very best to avoid it
Patients is key for assuring a safe trip
When you pull out your mind fears for the worst
But as you start to move along it disappears
Life is like a round about

Simile Poem

A hockey team is like a family
We share a bond that cannot be broken
If we win we win as a team
If we lose it is together as one

After the midpoint in the season
Every body's play picks up a notch
It seems as if the pedal is to the metal
Each point brings us closer to victory
Almost as if our lives are on the line

We have shared together five months
Our hearts look to extend that timeline
The entire season comes down to this
A shot ricochets off the goal post
The referee signals as the puck crosses over
The wait is over
The postseason will begin

Best Friend

       When I think about a best friend I have certain traits already installed in my head that they must possess. My ideal best friend must have a general liking of hockey; they must at least know how to skate. Then again what is a best friend if they cant be trusted with a secret. I recently was watching a movie that have the phrase "the only people you can trust in this world is your own blood".
       I would have to disagree, anyone can be trusted. Another trait my best friend should have is that they must have a sense of humor. If they cannot handle a joke they I can guarantee that we will not get along for very long. Last but not least they cannot be a vegetarian. I will at some point have to eat meat while I' am around them, if they cannot acquire a taste for it they can stick they're leafy food down their throat while they sit at a different table. Vegetarians disgust me.

Auto Biom Poem

Mitchell
Dependable, caring, trustworthy, compassionate
Brother to Kelsey (15), Justin (10), Hunter (5)
Lover of Hockey, Hunting, Fishing, sports etc.
Who feels joy when he is outdoors
Who needs comedy everyday
Who gives good advice
Who fears spiders, the Apocalypse, and oompa loompas(from Willy Wonka).
Who would like to see the Minnesota Wild win a Stanley cup
Resident of Apple Valley, Minnesota
Deinhammer

2/14/11 Journal Entry

1. A calendar is like a mirror because it reflects what is going on in your life.
2. A sandwich is like a relationship because the bread(couple) has to work together to achieve happiness(meat).
3. An ice cube is like a cookie because his acting can span from good to terrible depending on the movie. Like cookies with different types. ex. choc. chip- good, butter pecan-awful.
4. A knife is like a whisper because it is sly in the fact that you must be aware when trying to detect it.
5. Kissing is like a careful collision because you kiss carefully.
6. Fish meat feels like a peeled grape.
7. Deer guts feel like leftover spaghetti.
8. Falling in love sounds like a quiet instance of solitude, or moment embraced by energetic attitude.
9. A dentist’s drill feels like a nascar race because it shakes your body periodically.
10. Tomato soup tastes like bleeding hearts because it drips from the roof of your mouth even after you've swallowed it.

valentines day post

Out of the dark we came into the... Light, a massive sign of relief brushed upon us. Finally, we had made it out from the grasps of the treacherous tunnels which lay beneath the misty mountains. It was a long dangerous trip that could had led to our deaths at any moment. Our journey would take us underneath the mountains on a at the very least four day hike. The trail itself was barely the width of a car and at points we crossed paths with ancient bridges which carried us across a cliff that lay so deep that darkness was all we could see.
       As the final morning approached we took shelter on the side of the path. I could not sleep for the fright of never waking up was much too great; suddenly out of the darkness came a squeal filled with terror. Jumping up from my sleeping bag i bashed my head on a rock which was stuck out from the walls that lined that portion of the path. Moments passed and the cavern was silent. Then, to the south of us a pounding was heard, followed by the sound of trumpets. Oddly enough these mountains were not known to have been occupied by the crafty ork which sparsely  populated the forests to the west. As the beat of war drums approached you noticed a stench, mankind could not have produced a scent that would reek as bad as this. Fear filled our faces as we bailed from our sleeping quarters down the path to safety.  

Change Poem

Hunting Season
Blaze
Orange
Fills
The
Woods

The
Faint
Sound
of
gunfire
in
the
distance

Your
Prey
Walks
down
the
trail

You
aim
your
barrel
and...
boom

Bucketlist

Ten things i must do before i die...
1. See at least one game at every NHL arena(nhl)
2. See a stanley cup game 7
3. Pocess at least one jersey from every NHL & D1 college team
4. Raise the stanley cup, and the Calder cup
5. Shoot a trophy big game animal
6. Build a outdoor ice rink
7. Save a life
8. Serve in the USMC for at least one tour of duty
9. Ride in a nascar
10. Play hockey with Wayne Gretzsky, Brett Hull, Bobby Orr, Cal Clutterbuck and Jeff Carter.  

Ode to my Winter Hat

Vexlar Hat, oh Vexlar Hat you are so warm and cozy
I found you stuffed under a chair at our shack
You keep my head from freezing in the winter days
When i place you on the hat rack my head begins to get cold
I love your red label which I' am proud to wear
You are great company, even though you have no voice of your own
Your warmth resembles that of a dogs fur
Every stitch is etched with the utter most perfection
From the tag to the washing directions you are a  masterpiece
But you have no bill to shade the sun from my eyes
This flaw does not dent the overall quality at all
You are still among the greatest hats ever made

Mitchell
Courageous, Compassionate, dedicated
Brother to Kelsey, Justin and Hunter
Lover of hockey, hunting, fishing, and outdoors activity
Feels joy whenever around the ice, or in the outdoors
Needs caffeine, comedy
Gives off a good vibe, sense of humor
Fears spiders, the Apocalypse, oompa loompas
Nobody to go hungry, but at the same time people to stop being obese
Resident of Apple Valley, the great state of Minnesota, a citizen of the US of A.
Deinhammer

Limerick

Limerick...
There once lived an ogar named trudy
His house did look quite fruity
He lived all alone
In his quiet little home
Where his wife was always snootie

2/9/11 Journal entry

       Today i woke up to the sound of my car alarm going off. It has been three years since i moved out east and started work for the FDNY. Which is why it makes no sense for me to stay at this crumby town house in the south side of Brooklyn. Much of my evenings are filled with the sound of shouting or occasional gunfire. Many of the mornings i wake up a door slaming shut from across the street, courtesy of my jerk neighbor. I have but one thing that makes my day worth living, it is the dedication i have to my job as a new york city firefighter. Everyday I risk my life on the job, only to come home and worry about falling asleep in front of the tv, then waking up to realize that i had been robbed while is drifted off into sweet slumber. If someone came up to me on the street and asked me whether it was all worth it, the danger, the uncertainty i would look down at them and nod yes. Iam proud of what i do... 

embarrasing moment

     My most embarassing moment was as public as any can get. I was in Mankato for a hockey game; it was the third period and we led the home team opponents by one. The puck was frozen to the left of the opposing goaltender, our coach decided to change lines and get fresh legs on the ice. He looked down to the coach in charge of the offensive half of the game and gave him the signal to send out our line. Stepping onto the ice we glided down to the faceoff circle.
       I circled aroud the top of the the poind like a shark searching for prey. As I lined up for the puck drop I suddenly lost my footing and without warning i fell flat on my as*! MY stomach sank, i looked up only to see the referee laughing, he about to fall over too. Blushed from the embarrasment i took the faceoff and proceeded with the game. We ended up losing 3-2 as the result of a breakaway goal with less than five minutes to go in the third.

2/3/11 Daily Journal

       When you picture beauty, romantic sun sets from the deckof a ship anchored off the coast of the mediterranean; or a nice quiet walk under the moonlight as autum approaches pop into your head. Even as these rank near the top they are not "the most beautiful places" I have had the luxury to experience.
       As I ponder through my thoughts one area seems to stand out amoung all others. Even black hills fail in comparison to this heaven upon earth.  This oasis of wilderness stands apart from all others, the North country, or as others call it; the IRON RANGE is a hidden gem when you think of beauty across america.
       Picture what the americas looked like years ago, before colonialists ever stepped foot upon the sands of this great land. Only a select few areas offer that grace and beauty. I have spent days living off the lands of the boundary waters, and i dont mean sleeping in a tent either. When i say living off the land i mean trusting your life in the hands of mother nature. I can tell you one thing which is for sure, there is no greater experience, than that of a day in the wild.