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 freedom as you felt the wind in your hair (if you have hair on your head) and the smile it...

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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, don't you?... He said.
No, that was a long time ago. We were in college... I said.
I'd like to hear more...

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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 on a trapeze,
Though he blessed the earth with no dauntless heirs.

None could ever hope to meet his burly like again.
How...

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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 seated on the bike, one kid seated up on his neck...
Another was sandwiched between him and his wife seated behind.....
Another...

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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 ones
I love you I love you I love you
Salamander Samba Salsa Simba Silence Speaking Sacrilege
Loquat
Sorry Wait Water Weight Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Minneola minaret
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 in Bryn Mawr
salutary heart and lungs figurative
storied Main Line Health medical network
latter part of June tooth thousand seventeen

approximately July first
same...

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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 neck
Cottonwood freckles
Snowing seed from the spring
Dots the little thing
The mailbox
And manicured lawn
Camouflages
A hesitation
At a honking horn
From our new neighbor
With young...

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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 saw
 teacher
scold you in the hallway
while your eyes dripped
over the pain in your face
your hands bent as if they would
forever...

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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, bumps, bruises...sorta fun.

Pinkerton rolls and bounces, ooches and ouches.
Then they call in the fingering ‘stache, for he smooths
the luscious hairs...

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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 are life essentials a must
You must push the pedals 
To move the bicycle
As are efforts needed 
To achieve a successful...

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It's weird to subscribe to the following:
Heaven
Past lives
Ghosts
Nothing

It depends what suits in the moment, perhaps due to being taught to 'have faith' and not question I got a little carried away and started collecting a full set of options.

I don't overthink any of them (ha!...

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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 darkened in desperation
The stars and galaxies gathered to witness

Two lovers naked and cold
Approach the sea 
Ready to become lost to...

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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! Keep it steady for me
up here on the handlebar. Give it your all!
(Whatever you do, dear, don’t let me fall).
Never...

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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 off finishing his trick
Hooray Henry's coming out of a bar
Handlebar moustache driving an old fashioned car
a Wheel going round a...

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“The path we're taking is not a road, Kiyo, it's a pier, and it ends someplace where the sea begins. It can't be helped.”
? Yukio Mishima


I will not love you.
I have read all your thoughts like rays of sunshine
poems that bloom in poppy fields
I hear...

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