Long Handle bars Poems

Playing Batman and Robin is a lot different

When the Riddler is your Stepfather

And simultaneously an alcoholic and pedophile

When your secret mission is to keep him

From bringing heroin and pornography

To Gotham city

 

Your mother wanted to...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down South           
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2014


Growing up
way 
down south 
in
Florida -

was like
a 
fiesta -

We would
go to
the
beach,

swim, run,
and 
play

in 
the white 
sand -

and
soon as 
we
get home,

It was 
time 
to raid 

the 
sugarcane 
farm -

Life
was sweet,

in
the
Sunshine
State -

Each day
was 
better than
the
day before...

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‘Get the motor running head out on the highway looking for adventure’

Well it is only the council road with potholes but Oliver races his pushbike

Walkman headphones sound ‘Born to be wild’ or Attention Deficit Disorder

But...

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Boring summer
Idle time and
Empty streets
Endless days
Watching cars
And spinning dreams.
Sitting
Feet on the ground
Looking down
For something to see
Music drifting
Through open windows
Words from a song 
"It hurts to be in love"
Made me feel 
Lost
Somewhere between fourteen and twenty.
A...

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Once I had a bicycle,
A loving present from my grandfather;
Since I was his favorite granddaughter,
He granted my wish at a snap of my finger .

Since he was so old,
A new bicycle he could hardly afford;
He...

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Anonymous Rose

As a mid-teenager innocently experimenting and soaked from a bottle

My best mate and I were drunk as two skunks he a bit less than I

We had not managed the golden mean of balance as...

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Curlews crake against white limestone walls
Their echo shrill in the early mist 
Wake those who danced the night before
As bog sighs from heat release and black water buzzes
The insects a top scoot in siderwinder display
Heather...

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First night in his final place
My dad called me weeping
“Please Bobby bring me home.”

His skin like ice cream
Melting on handle bars
Plopped in his wheelchair
Square
In the center cone of an empty room

Plaster cracked
A single nail
Where a...

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You are behind me, holding on,
on a seat, made from leather.
While I grip the handle bars, 
cruising, in good weather.
 
Us wearing helmets,
us riding, through wild scenery.
Concentrating am I, of the road,
while your viewing, all...

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Every joyful Christmases of distant past
were all very special and memorable.
Except for one unique Christmas unsurpassed.
I recall it was an unforgettable
day, with presents under the lit Christmas tree.

My parents and I gathered at Christmas morn,
I...

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Bike Riding

Once, I was able to navigate my sleek black Fuji racer, sitting arrow straight, pushing hard, and hands at my side. It’s amazing to think I was able to maintain my balance, down hills,...

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I was pretty cranky when my spanky new bike was janky.
The frame was too short for my body, too tall and lanky.
The tires too fat, too hard to push up boggy maintain trails.
The deal I...

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She came along casually riding a watermelon bike.
I was merely walking down the street on an intended hike.
She yelled “Hey, Pete, or Samuel or Ike!”
You see I am a triplet, and this is what it...

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All the Christmases distant past were all so very memorable. Except for one Christmas I truly remember, 
especially because it was unforgettable.

My parents and I gathered around the tree Christmas morn. 
Many beautiful presents I...

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On Cottingham Green
Have you got a light he asked
Breathing whisky fumes in my face
The hand rolled ciggie in his mouth
Miraculously staying in it’s place
As he lifted the bottle
Up to his lips
Then returned it to its...

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On an early Christmas morning our love affair started.
You were hanging from my handle bars.
Grey and big with a diaper on.
I picked you up and held you in my arms.
From that day forward, we would...

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When I think of you

When I think of you, I  think of the needlessness
of such thoughts too. Because it is as  simple as 
who but you that’s saved in my mind’s memory bytes.
When...

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Oh those candies behind the counter
They look so good
Just out of my reach
I imagine 
My mouth waters
You say maybe tomorrow 

Oh that bike
High handle bars
Banana seat
Just like my friends bike
So very different from my own
My...

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Cohabitating with your floral penance,
I slow grind
With
Memories

All metaphorical bets,
Off

Jumping head first

Another solemn wish
Unto you
To caress my smile

Another didactic breath
For your silky, titanium retinas
To share this potent sway
Against time

I, grip
Rusty handle bars to ride
Upon your caramel...

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We lived in Charleston, West Virginia high up on a hill;
I wanted a Christmas present on which I’d catch some thrills.
Wooden slats anchored to curved blades of crimson red;
My fingers were crossed - Santa would...

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Just need that feeling
That same old feeling
At 10 years old 
Riding my yellow
Banana seat bicycle
That sweaty afternoon
I jumped on not sure 
Where I'd end up
Just needing that urge
To steer and go
Anywhere I wanted
Grabbing those handle bars
I jerked...

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Should I run or hike
Or should I ride a 
Red bike
Which do I like?
Walking is kind of 
Dumb
Riding is kind of 
Fun
Shiny, new and red
It’s the only thing I
Can think of, 
when I go to...

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She showed me her bicycle
With considerable pride
The wheels were red
With specks of black in-between
Handle bars in bottle green
As she sped away, little did 
She know the bicycle was carved
From a watermelon ripe and green!
The bicycle...

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