Best Handlebars Poems

Inhaling, hushed, from hashed cigars
    my mind implodes in Malimar
        where Naiads bathe in caviar...

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Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything,...

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I was only allowed to go, after much whining 
     begging, promises of unlikely saint-hood
     if my...

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Secrets,
now memories,
piggybacked through summer.
On handlebars, calloused fingers
steered dirt bikes to an emerald kingdom.
Two boys, on tree stump thrones, ruled worms
unearthed with splendid crowns
of sundrenched leaves,
carefree....

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Walking through the streets of my home town 
Reaching for the  Memories of days long passed
Seeing nothing of what I once knew 
Accepting the...

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For half an hour, 
he was a few feet in front of me,
trying to tame the little metal beast,  
jittery under the torrent of...

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Hold tight you said, as I was spread across your handlebars 
Don’t go so fast I screamed, my smile was fixed just like a mask
Increasing...

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My New Year's resolution 
For twenty twenty-four  
Is the same old resolution 
That I made ten times before
  
I vowed to stop eating...

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A seething summer morning in the oil boom trailer park
Oral Roberts on the radio with the gospel told by Mark
The reek of raw petroleum is...

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I was listening to oldies wishing the songs would not end
They carried me back to when time was a friend
A time when I wore a...

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I had a Dream with Dragon in it, yes, just this morning, yes, today!
And the Dreams that linger, that I recall, are usually bad, I’m...

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With a smile upon my face and a twinkle in my eye
I rode my sister's tricycle with an accomplished sigh 
Traveling as fast as my...

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Bright pink Apollo Candy bike
her smile as wide as handlebars
with new found freedom my young tyke
laughed as she tried to race the cars


Viv Wigley
25th November...

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Elegant in burnt orange afterglow, 
sparkling starlight opens the show.
Neighbors and strangers appear all aroun’, 
porch lights and car lights enlighten the town.

They arrive afoot...

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Looking at an old photo of myself at age 13,
I see a girl, rail-thin, but on the verge of womanhood.
Her hair hangs in long pigtails...

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