All drivers of buses, you must be aware
of bicyclists who sometimes speed past
so quickly you don’t even know they are there.
Whatever you do, you must not drive fast.
Pedestrians sometimes come onto the street
when they ought not. It could mean tragedy.
Be careful so that your bus does not meet
with the body of someone you just didn’t see.
Have vigilance always, not just for each child
for whom you are driving, but for everyone
you meet on your route. This warning’s not mild!
Regard each soul as your own daughter or son.
Categories:
bicyclists, school,
Form: Rhyme
On my deck I’m sitting to write this pleasant day.
Nary a cloud I see to blot the clear blue sky.
Yellow sun is smiling; the grey has gone away.
Wind whooshes through the trees. Some bicyclists I spy.
Distant traffic , barking dogs, and some kids at play:
These sounds spell normalcy! Wind heaves another sigh.
April 24, 2020 for Joseph May's Each Letter Threads The Verse Poetry Contest
Categories:
bicyclists, recovery from,
Form: Rhyme
School Girl
A thick and heavy wooden door yanked off the wall
Carried into the street by a black man
Peddling wheels and bicyclists ran the streets
People strolled on sidewalks
With hands in their pockets
And music in their ears
A white woman with a large ball of shiny keyes in hand
walked quickly
Butterflies cut out on my pair of blue jeans
Delicate and pretty ones, too,
On my small white ,cotton tote bag
Colorful and young
I walked yonder
To my dwelling place
Into my chambers
Thick sheets and fluffy pillows
Floral window panels with golden accents
A black digital clock on the wall reads 11:11
Strong cologne
In fancy black boxes
A brown wooden frame
With a little school girl in white and navy blue
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
05/08/19
Categories:
bicyclists, adventure, butterfly, devotion, education,
Form: Free verse
I could not paint a better picture,
Than the one in front of me,
Of twists and turns of the canal,
Bordered by endless trees.
A warm day with a slight breeze,
Giving the grass moving shadows of leaves,
Multiple species of birds stop by,
Some on the ground, some in the sky.
Gulls, Terns and Cormorants dive,
For crustaceans and fish of various size,
While sparrows, robins and occasional chickadees,
Grab insects on the fly.
Parades of boats, barges and ships,
Fascinate and entertain our time,
Sitting by the canal is more than a pastime,
It's watching life at its prime.
Fishermen, bicyclists, joggers and tourists,
They enjoy this special place,
Taking it all in; they embrace,
Nature at its purest!
Categories:
bicyclists, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Earlier in the day, dipped
into a little Thucydides,
and revived my memories of
Corinth and Corcyra.
Alliances and duplicity,
trophies taken and lost,
innocents slaughtered handily,
for revenge,
and thoughts of Syria
and Fallujah came to mind.
Things in THAT part of the world
don't seem to ever change.
Watched a piece on road rage,
recently,
about tailgating and cut-offs,
and stop sign stand-offs,
families killed in cross walks,
bicyclists crushed and
carnage sometimes for miles.
Ending with a well spoken
man in prison orange
who said he could do
nothing else, but
accept a single digit challenge.
Whose only regret was
that he had.
been there,
at the time.
Categories:
bicyclists, angel,
Form: Free verse
The sound of an ambulance
in the distance
Some poor soul is
in trouble
A warm day has led
to a moderate August
evening
I feel the tomorrow
sill be a good day
A friend invited me to
listen to a poetry CD tonight
I shall join him shortly
Poetry can cut like
a knife into the soul
If you are willing to let it
The city has is own
has its own type of poetry
Pictures of our
urban life
Let us see the human face
behind the crowds and the tumult
This city is exciting and dangerous
Here on the Lower East Side
we await fall
This area has been the home of
the famous and the obscure
Spanish people play dominoes
while Talmud scholars pour over
holy works in the House of sages
Bicyclists ride by
as runners race by the East River
Losaida - The Lower East Side
Visit us here soon!
Take a walking tour
So you can see the history
of this essential New York neighborhood
Categories:
bicyclists, summer, urban,
Form: Ballad
Autos race by as bicyclists
dodge destruction
amidst the heavy traffic
Millions of urban workers
hurry back from lunch
shielding themselves
from the bitter city winds
which are blowing fiercely
this afternoon
Then - someone has a vision
here in the heart
of the teeming city!
She feels the presence
of the one who dwells beyond
before whom there is no pretense
She knows ecstasy
usually reserved for
the holiest of men and women
An unusual occurrence
in the metropolis
She knows now
what she has been waiting for
for her whole life
Urban joy!!
I wish it to everyone reading this poem!
Categories:
bicyclists, joy, urban,
Form: Ballad
Spent some time
in the country
Forest full of trees,
lakes full of fish
Deer walking by
as hawks hover overhead
Contemplating nature
has its rewards
But now it is time
to return to the metropolis
Crowded streets,
people rushing by
Skyscrapers stand tall
in the summer air
Taxis whizz by
as bicyclists weave in and out of traffic
Beautifully dressed women
and elegant men
dot the urban landscape
In the playground kids play handball
and bounce basketballs
I have returned to the asphalt homeland
where I belong!
Categories:
bicyclists, nature, urban,
Form: Free verse
In the city, I don’t have
A terrace or a yard.
I’m envious of those who have
Been blessed in that regard.
But if I want to feel the breeze
In quiet contemplation,
I walk down to the river
For a bit of relaxation.
I plunk myself upon a bench.
The river flows below;
And watch the boats go chugging by,
To where I do not know.
Behind me, bicyclists whiz past
Or joggers, keeping pace;
But I’m content just sitting
With the wind upon my face.
It isn’t private – I must share
My view, my bench, my tree;
But like so many things in life,
It’s good enough for me.
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
Categories:
bicyclists, introspection
Form: Rhyme