Best Pedal Poems

I drove home from a party one winters night
I'd had quite a few drinks but I felt alright
It was pouring rain as I approached our...

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Soul progress
     back field in motion
The guff
     Chose, chose, live grow leave!  GO!

Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump...

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A quote from "90 North" by Randall Jarrell:
"I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from darkness -- that the darkness flung me --
is...

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the smile on my lips

is forced and coerced

I pretend to pay attention

give the best possible advice

everyone praises me

I 'm so kind, polite and nice

its all...

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Pulling with hands soft and smooth as glazed clay,
Her foot prods the pedal, turning the wheel.  
She basks in the bliss of a beautiful...

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I will pedal fast to recover.
To the bookstore! To the library!
Wild for books! The feel, the touch.

Those pages fast or slow, they flip for me.
I...

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I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced...

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You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise...

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The morning seemed quiet when I got up from my bed,
The air was still, as I shook the cobwebs from my head.

I walked slowly into...

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Simple Poverty

I think that I was maybe three
When memories started following me
They called us poor and, I guess, we were -
These things will tell if...

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"Baby, this view is fantastic, 
Who knew what you could buy with plastic! 
With these credit cards, unlimited funds, 
Any regrets, heck no, baby I...

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Before yellow changes to red,
there’s only one thing in my head.
It’s to get through that light
for my time is so tight.
On the pedal my foot...

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The speedometer busted sixty, motor screaming r r r s,
Smoked his firestones weavin’ and passin’ cars!

He slammed third dumped the clutch and headed north, 
At...

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I've focused on this evening
For near a fortnight now
Each element planned to perfection
Every detail intended to wow

I admit that in the past
My efforts have been...

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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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