Best Tricycles Poems

I sing a song of three.
There’s Larry, Curly, Moe;
the Ego and the Id
and the Super Ego.

Three Kings of the Orient
are known as three wise men.
Showing up at Christmas too
in song are three French hens.

Rock, paper, scissors -
three gestures with the hand;
tricycles; three-legged races -
 things...

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Big top three-ring-circus ferris wheel and sideshow freaks
Ringmaster draws your attention to the center ring
Presenting the bareback rider with a graceful fling

Silly clowns riding tricycles
Fierce animals and lion tamers
Elephants waiving their disclaimers

Cotton candy and merry-go-round
Trapeze acrobats dangling high in the air
Walking the tightrope without a...

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CHARLIE'S CARTOON CHARACTERS

Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a far away land, in the land where Charlie lived, there was a group of cartoon characters who felt as though they were the greatest thing to come along since sliced bread was put on...

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Lettie died, the house is empty,
No one in the family left.
Flowered sheets once used as curtains
Faded now by brilliant sunlight
Rot and crumble to the floor.
Beer and Coke cans thrown at windows,
No one seems to care;
The lock is broken, all may enter
Look! the bed where Lettie...

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Riding tricycles and swimming.
Bicycling madly on Chicago streets.
Ah, dear Lord, life was deliciously sweet!

Christmas time glowed in Elmwood Park.
That huge white flocked tree.
We all are here, but lost our fun-loving, Brucie!

Cheering for the Bears at great Soldier's Field, 
Or the times at Cubs Park?
At night on...

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                   ~A Poet Cherishes...

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"I'VE NEVER MET THE TOOTH FAIRY"


it was the city of La Puente and I was in kindergarten. 
I was nothing significant. 
I was just another kid fighting in the sand box. 
while the kids played foursquare, swung on the swings or rode the silver tricycles...

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Dimensions of height, width and length
The watery phases, of ice, liquid, vapor
Life possibly is less after three days without water
The Holy Trinity: Father, Son and Spirit

We are a spirit, soul and a body
The number, 3, indivisible
Triangles with pi are used in Trigonometry
Me, you and God,...

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Written February 26, 2013


Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge 
To ride tricycles instead

We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards

A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building...

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Since the beginning it has been here.........
When we get up,weather its at the crack of dawn or before the roster crows its ahead of us.
We look to see it but it somehow evades our view.
Mere predictions are captured momentarally on precision pieces,which too are subject...

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They're getting older,
five brothers and sisters,
all with degrees, jobs, families, 
nice homes, good lives, happier 
than most except when they must 
fly to the home of their childhood 
and settle their mother's estate.

They gather in the old stucco 
none of them is willing to sell....

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Hop Scotch,
Whoola Hoops,
Metal Skates,
Skinned knee fates.

Tricycles,
Bicycles.
Motorcycles,
Dripping popsicles.

Hot wheels,
Pin wheels,
Bob Barker's big deals
Spinning on all wheels

Paper dolls,
Sillly phone calls,
Cartoon bits,
Howdy Doody skits.

Mickey Mouse,
Mighty Mouse,
Minny's Micky's spouse,
Vist Little Rascalls club house.

Poodle skirts,
Ben Casey shirts,
Castles made, digg'n dirt,
Boy next door, fun to flirt.

Linda Terrell
March 24, 2010



OH THOSE MEMORIES...

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What can be more pure joy,
than two four year-olds,
rrrracing their tricycles,
laughing unconditionally,
with the winds ricocheting
off their innocuous images.

What can be more utter bliss,
than sharing a meal with your
entire nuclear family,
listening to the playful banter
of generations,
tasting the spirit of recognizable
character and value.

What can be more rewarding,
than...

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The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the 
Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring to arson 
night. The pans and pots exchanging strong actions to the curve of the sea 
like seasonal belt.

I preferred...

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My childhood was fun, 
tough and exciting.
My childhood was one 
where there wasn't much fighting.
This was my childhood.

My childhood was filled
with family and friends.
My childhood was filled 
with love that tied up loose ends.
This was my childhood.

My childhood came
with a grandmother that cared.
When she left...

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