Long Just like riding a bike Poems

As I woke up this morning I was thinking of what should I do through COVID-19 pandemic.
I said to myself, “I want to go for a walk.”
While walking along the street, people were passing with...

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Spring's Excitement
There are rhythms of Nature that no one controls
that farms use to advantage! Time's fishermen sailed
both with tides and fair breezes offshore in their boats
at each dawn and dusk's onshore brought home each day's...

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Once upon a time, there lived a boy called Simon.
He was an ordinary boy who did what ordinary nine year old
boys do: collecting bugs and putting them in jars,
speaking to imaginary friends, riding a bike...

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                                Precious Moments

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• rainfall - the blue summer sky making up her mind/you riding your bike from your university to your dorm/wind in your hair, you smile as it plants kisses on your cheek/there has been always...

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I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart ImPlantation
but not Southern enough,
somehow,
to withstand straight-male competition
in fluent White Privileged...

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"Remember when you were a careless eight-year-old kid riding a bike with your friends, racing each other around the neighborhood? Remember that feeling of absolute freedom as you felt the wind in your hair (if...

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Summer that year was beasty hot and dry. The sidewalks sizzled and roasted my bare feet, and the heat permeated the already parched ground leaving huge cracks and crevices. The grassy lawns—yellow and burnt—smelled like...

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finding shapes in clouds
or four-leaf clovers in fields . . .
the child’s eye searches

What does it mean to view life through a child’s eyes? For me it means searching for things of wonder to revel...

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to my daddy, Walter M. McGlothin (Aug. 2, 2005)... going home!!!

When someone you love is taken away
There is never enough time
No matter if its
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Eons...

~

The heart can't seem to handle an absence
That is the beginning of...

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So what do U.S. national political candidates recommend
to resolve degenerative trends
to turn toward sustained slow-growth of bicameral political health
as cooperative economic wealth therapy?

I'm still waiting to sustain comprehensive
ecoconsciousness 
that fundamentalist terror's enculturation could not evaporate
by...

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Tonight my heart is full, but my hands just can't type, and I wonder if you ever where even all right.

A few times I noticed your heart on your sleeve, all the time actually, it...

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a few years ago, my brother was visiting me - we don’t live in the same country, so we don't see each other very often. He was so amazed with some of my artwork, and...

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I've spent a great deal of time riding alone this last week. Many of the roads we have been on do not have a shoulder making it impossible to ride side by side. There have...

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LEARNING HOW TO RIDE

As Christmas gift giving approaches it seems appropriate to me t
hat many children will find a bicycle underneath their Christmas tree.

Remember learning how to ride a bike…can you still remember how it...

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If we listen to the wind will we hear the call?
What of the years we spent “Back against the wall”

Years they come and they go “All is the same”
When you find yourself with a number...

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Remember when you learned to ride a bike…how the world was all brand new?
Have you ever stopped to think about the all the changes you went through?

Close your eyes…think back..remember how it feels…
You started on...

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A pro-active journalist
is like a research-committed teacher
teaching and listening to cooperative research designs
and presentations.

The opposite of the journalist's deconstruction
of events
is reconstruction through predictive narrative.
Just as the opposite of permaculture's green activist
regeneration
is pathological degeneration
emerging from past...

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I could write a poem of all the headlines, 
most influential people, and important events of the decade,
but instead, I’ll share with you some of my memories…
my first memories (when the decade ended, I was...

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Don't pass me by says the baby

in his mother womb

God already has a plan for my life

please don't  think of getting 

rid of me to soon.

Don't pass me by ,says the toddler

in his crib,

mommy...

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I heard love was like a game of basket ball you win some and you lose some. 
Or like both heart beats coming together to create one drum. 

I heard love was like floating on...

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God’s Calling You Out

I was walking along one day
When I saw a truly awesome sight
A tall man in white began to say
“I will conquer all without a fight!”

These were big words for a city dude
Out...

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~*~*~*~*~


A little girl with dark brown braids.
White blouse, gold-colored wool skirt 
and patent leather Mary Janes.
An only child with a wired haired fox 
terrier that lived with Grandpa,
Mother and Father.

Her Mother, sweet, who saw to...

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Revisiting the park of my childhood,
I envision myself and my sisters.
We are laughing and shouting, running this way and that.
“Let’s go on the swing set,” I say.
We each grab a swing, and as if in...

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I AM INTELLIGENCE!
In world of mannequins, I step to the cause.
     I see this woman fussing at her child about wanting to go to the park.
     How...

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