Long Pedaling Poems

Young Timmy saw Jim walking down the street.  Timmy considered a quick retreat, but steadied himself with a shrug.  Timmy dreaded the sight of Jim, a teenage bully and wanna be thug, who...

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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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The sun rises high over the tropical trees
White patchy clouds survey the blue sky,
Time drifts slowly into the clouded breeze
With the colors red, green and gold passing by.

Jamaica play a key role bringing out the...

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In the manse market for a preowned spa house

Mine feeble efforts pale in comparison
to a kid scaling El Capitan
of Yosemite National Park,
nevertheless me, a dry witted husband
self emasculated milquetoast
of late ofttimes yawps imprecations
against fickle finger...

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                       I
  “What in carnation is this?”,
A July sun breaks my winter...

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THE FLYING SCOTSMAN

In the suburbs of Scotland, a star was shone,
The humblest being the nature’s child,
Dared to dream the strangest dreams,
Sailing the ship through the wildest storms!

The determined will, the hurdles though aplenty,
The childhood seemed...

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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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~My Bicycle~
Everybody had one - everyone but me... 
Pedaling everywhere, laughing hysterically.

My brother had an idea; to the tip let us go,
You never know we may find some bits, and them we will show. 

Digging...

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I remember,
in the early 60s,
our thirty mile drive
from our historic family farm,
in all White rural Michigan,
not counting the Mexican migrant workers
which adults made a point of discounting,
on the first of several shopping trips to Thrifty...

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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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Small fortune already spent
to maintain 2009 Hyundai Sonata
(pray cuz I love genii, or even mirthful
teletubby heaven sent)
compromising financial means to pay rent,

telecommunications service provider (Verizon),
electric company (PECO), sparking pent
up rage against the machine money meant
to...

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I imagine relief while feeling comfortably numb...
anesthetized courtesy central air 

analogous to gulping down
a tall glass of ice cold water, 
which equals ultimate thirst quencher,
especially for those 
experiencing onset dehydration,
the following poetic opinion/editorial  
shared...

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My bike was transportation; Mom didn’t drive
But sometimes I sped off on an adventure
To Telegraph Hill the miles were only five
Big sis and I made the ride a joint venture

What she didn’t know was the...

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Long ago duriong my childhood Hon'ble M.L.A.s attended state assembly riding bicycles.

Officers of the govt departmens and staffs attended their offices
riding bicycles.

Policemen in groups went riding bicycles to arrest roadside gamblers.
If caught they were taken...

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Sheesh! I think there are ANTS IN MY PANTS! The strange kid yelled.
The rest of us started laughing like our HEARTS were going to fall out.
Her annoyance tickled us, she had not been invited, and...

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He looked at the old man with tobacco stains on his shirt
Then asked if times were different when he was a kid
The old man smiled and said I’ll tell you a story
About the times we...

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Crawling across the floors
Trapped behind closed doors
Never wanting anymore
but to stay age 4

Do you remember childhood
Rolling through the grass
Excited for your class
Waiting for the time to pass

Do you remember the days
Pedaling on your bike
The girl...

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Under the rainbow
we have blue skies and
amazing sunsets

Under the sunset
silhouetted chimney tops
on the horizon

Walking, looking up
not at familiar houses 
but at shared heavens

I imagine, feel
I'm anywhere else
even out of state

Just strolling along
in the rural countryside
Or...

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Headed for the tower  

Watch the legs supply the power  

Using a simple two-wheel device  

Spirited competitive ride healthy and nice  

This athletic mechanical dance  

Traveling the scenic villages throughout...

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TWO DIVERGENT SUGGESTIONS 
“Hey honey, how about taking a bicycle ride
Let the whirling wheels be our guide
We could ride by that willow you used to weep for
And the carpet of clover our eyes could not...

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We live in a world where world leaders do what they want
Shoving nationalism down our throats here there and everywhere
From Putin the Dog’s Neo Soviet adventures in Ukraine and Syria

To President Trumpton’s use of American...

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Oh, that magical age of 5 -that long-ago time 
when memory sharpens and events recalled
get compartmentalized into something more
than mere wisps of mist! Infancy’s vast fog lifts!
My own childhood more vividly recalled began with a...

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The cotton candy clouds melted in my mouth
as I flew over the menacing tiger who was crouched
with his mouth open catching all my loose teeth
I flew away quickly not wanting to be within his reach,

Then...

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Sleigh bells jingle as o'er the snow they glide,
To the little country church this Christmas Eventide.
Folks anticipate the fellowship that awaits them there,
As they celebrate His Birth with carols, love and prayer.

Steeds were eased to...

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