Best Biked Poems

Some walked, others biked
As we gathered at the park
There was Jimmy, Peewee
Ricky, Billy and Mark
Neighborhood boys
From blocks around, they'd descend
For the Sandlot World Series
It was friend against friend

There were seven to a side
The bat was tossed to Bob
It was fist top of fist
'til a thumb...

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Andy was a pretty young girl,
Flirty, fun, always busy, in a whirl,
She was popular at school,
Was intelligent, nobody’s fool
She never was short of a date,
But this would become her fate!
There was at college with Andy,
A nerdy guy called Randy,
Always unpopular heartily disliked,
He spent time alone,...

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Jack sits in the wheelchair in the grass
a rebel nerd, he thinks of the time
when he cycled up Teton Pass
by a stream through walls of pine

Obsessed, this viewpoint vampire
his memory full of hill and vale
A landscape loon, an odd desire
But now his body is his...

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Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And willow-haired orangutans.

I spent a lot of time this way
At doing things that were...

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How I Got Rich and What Happened Then

I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessman from Campbell's Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And willow-haired orangutans.

I spent a lot of time this way
At doing...

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I've seen you move with fire
Your spirit all aglow
You sang and wrote poems all winter,
New life you did reenter.

Faith had found you
You were like morning dew.

The reservoir you jogged
The Hudson where you biked,
Those were your spot of healing
Your place of worship appealing.

faith had found you
You...

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I was cycling by a mountain stream
when a big Harley rider did scream,
he was mad that I biked
in the lane that he liked...
It says Bike Lane! Your a** I should ream!!


Actually happened this past weekend....

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Picnics at the Park

I wished that I had stopped
The hands of Mother Clock
From ticking on its tac
As time flew by steadfast.

Bye, bye my toddler sweet
Hello there little princess
New adventures you'll seek
Words small and big you'll speak.

You're so confident at three
A daredevil I could see
Climbing, jumping,...

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The absolute Faith 

It is so long ago now I might have had a hallucination
I had a day off at my work as a cook at a tourist hotel.
And biked to the bay that didn`t have big waves, it`s odd
But a have always had a...

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on a sultry day when there was nothing else to accomplish,
roaming around listlessly in my parents' house, stumbled at a little diary from my teenage years!
with a pretty picture of a rose bouquet on the cover!


my best friend, I thought I couldn't live without, but...

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As a girl I fell out of a tree
Not really a safe thing you’ll agree
Raced around as I biked
And fell down as I hiked
It’s no wonder I have a bad knee....

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Nomadic Hearts

Seems just yesterday simple Jane's heart kept perfect time. Ticking, never losing a beat. Days seemed good. Nights seemed hopeful.

The streets of her town, barren of big city chaos, knew calm. Knew boring. Knew best the general store, two-pump Texaco station, weekdays by habit,...

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Going to School 
  
My school days was not a happy one,
although history and writing was interesting
I wrote that my father had a herd of camels
in Morocco, but math eluded me.
Something like, a baker who has two eggs and flour
how many cakes does he...

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The Dark Delaware on my left
The defunct canal on my right
And me in the middle of both.
I’m heading south on the towpath
Peddling my hybrid all the way.
As to where? I haven’t a clue
It doesn’t really matter where
Just as long as I’m still able to
Peddle along...

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I took my bike on Amtrak, got off at Charlottesville.
Climbed up to the Blue Ridge parkway, the first of many a hill.
I met a Canadian Carpenter as I got closer to N.C.
He was cycling alone; his wife would meet him in Miami.

We shared some jokes...

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