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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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be it the barstool at a favorite watering hole
or a stretch of a path trod daily in silence,
an independent movie theater whose matinees attract only...

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Sandee kicks off her blue slippers, and pulls up her feet.
Cozy and warm, inside, where snow cannot reach the heat.
Mouse Swallower is in window, with...

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