Best Handlebar Poems

"Remember when you were a careless eight-year-old kid riding a bike with your friends, racing each other around the neighborhood? Remember that feeling of absolute...

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What's that in your hand?. Let me see.. He said.
It's a picture; that`s Chuck; he is my friend... I said.
You pick your friends kinda young,...

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Rog the funambulist 



A paragon was Rog, heroic in the air, without airs
One of the most magnificent funambulists at ease
Whether walking a rope or flying...

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Poor Man On A Bike

There is a viral photo of an Indian/Bangladeshi on a bike...
With 5 little children and his bedraggled suffering wife....
They all are...

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He/She/Lemmingsonabridge  BAH!  SAYS YOU!
WHAT ISN'T ARTsyfartsy?
Tickle my eyes
sensations blurring
casserole fishdish
cold stone marble ears
Fiddledeedrumsticks  handlebar mustache
calligraphic impotency
within the fireworks
of eastern Jupiter
Apples
Cattle ranch
my little...

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A winter day 
you came to school
red faced and crying
your curly hair all ablow
wringing your red red hands
late
rode your bike
tears and frostbite

Forbidden to talk I...

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Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)...
really trolley train hard to keep track of patients

Eye tell ya we (spuds)
pulled up stakes after four yar
and zero scores ago living...

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At the curb
Without its mother
Rusty creature
Up to your knee
New born from the wild
Of unwanted chances
Hobbles on training wheels
Pink-perked handlebar ears
Hand written sign
FREE
Dangling by string
Around its...

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Never too old for good fun are we.
Like riding a bike! One doesn’t forget -
at least while we’re not out to pasture yet!
Ready, set, go!...

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A little old Lady, shopping trolley with Junk
Mod on a scooter a parrot haired Punk
A Huge crowd of Cameras all going Click
A man taking chains...

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At the dead of the night
When the sunset had turned red
Two lovers walk
Hand locked in hand
The moon arrived in time to write a story
The clouds...

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Climb those many stairs, up to the stars.
“Cut!” Comes the child, the wee Pinkerton.
Stunt double, doubles down, with plethora of scars.
Fate is what it is,...

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Learn to ride a bicycle is not simple
As is life
The accessories like the pedals, the chain, the tires 
And the handlebar
Must all in good conditions
As...

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When the snake charmers walk along the lanes,
The excited kids follow them in chains.
Holding their snakes in round baskets and pots,
The charmers search for the...

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Valentine’s straddling bikes, hiking it to the mall.
Youthful and carefree; passing trees in revelry 
as the sun plays peekaboo through its leaves.

Half a heart, each....

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