Long Schwinn Poems

KEY - W: Will/Me - F: Friend - M: Mom

Thanksgiving week of '75, as a concurrent student earning multi-degrees from two campuses, and one off. I lived above the Uni, uphill, panicview Hilo Town and...

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- - - Chapter 1: Early Days - - - 

My father was a rich man, la, *
Though schooled in poverty, (1)  
As such he seldom raised his head, 
Displayed humility.
The center of the...

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What's that in your hand?. Let me see.. He said.
It's a picture; that`s Chuck; he is my friend... I said.
You pick your friends kinda young, don't you?... He said.
No, that was a long time ago....

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of running in a field wearing
my Keds,
a sea of daisies and...

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Looking at an old photo of myself at age 13,
I see a girl, rail-thin, but on the verge of womanhood.
Her hair hangs in long pigtails and she wears a modest top with shorts
as she sits...

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As I wander through my mind, back to years now long gone by.
I stumble over many memories, some now faded and worn by father time.
Others clear, even brilliant, bring a tear, or a smile to...

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I have swept the sidewalk and watered the flowers- the yard is perfect you see
Afforded the time to swing in the rocker and drink southern sweet tea
As I sip from my favorite old fruit jar-...

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it was the week after Christmas,
the one when fate had granted me my fondest wish,.....
(a lustrous, ruby-red, Schwinn bicycle that sported a basket in the front, and a bell to ring.)

On that cold, late December...

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The days of being small in size came back to me
After growing up to be six feet three
I could always get away with so much as a child
From being sweet or sometimes wild
I remember doing...

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Nestled in the hills of the northeastern plain
live the humblest people on earth
They're the neighborly folk of Modesty, Maine
plain-speaking and modest from birth

Every year in cold mid-December
the Humble Trophy is bestowed Friday night
As far back...

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Dad was lounging in his chair, the football game had just begun.
Beside him with his baseball, glove and bat, stood his little son.
"Daddy, will you come outside and play some catch with me?"
"Not now, son,...

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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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troubled youth
void of couth 
non-cognizant of devious stratagems
possessing them
in hidden silence 
keeping alive — the violence 

causin' mother's to mourn
mourn the loss of their precious born
born with no silver spoon
blood shed—gone way too soon

fightin’ not...

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So well loved by their children.
Our life coaches in how to play
this intricate game of life.
Cleverly guiding us on this highway 
with directions.
Remember your Dad teaching you
to ride your bike?
A two wheeler gave my heart...

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Childhood
As I close my eyes and drift back in time 
The thoughts of being young come to mind 
When I was four, people were as tall as trees 
Looking ahead, all I saw was knuckles...

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I ride my “Women Inspired” Schwinn up to my friend’s path.
My bike is magenta and the path is chartreuse, 
Swathed by the spent spring buds of a tree.
I see Mister, who I call “Meester the...

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If it had been the US, it probably would have been a Schwinn but this was Canada so it was a used red CCM (Canadian Cycle & Machine Company) one speed coaster bike. A bit...

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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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We did not dress up for Halloween
In England, when I was of that age.
Movies revealed what fun it was;
the sheer joy in that, 
and other things
American kids had, 
which we did not;
comic books, Schwinn bikes...

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The ballerina with her coquetry
and prince with yawning tights his legs stump me.

Her twirl a-spin with graceful poise so long.
The twaddle of his movements poor ping-pong.

Unhandsome chin and rabbit ears so dull
But Alice charms before...

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Oh! as I begin this journal hardly ...I REMEMBER those Car-Keys
I remember in high-school the first time I placed car keys in the ignition

I remember that I had envision some grand flow

I remember that I...

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College nights in Kentucky 
Not at all about blue grass 
But blaring voices 
Ricocheting across campus 
And just beyond 
Past the white picket fences
My blond friend walked his bike next to me 
Greasy chains and...

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my first bike was a blue and white Schwinn
the kind you pedal, a slow-mover without gears
It was much harder than I thought;
I had seen others ride bikes for years

On them, it looked easy. For me...

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Stuck in the past lane
    He drove a '64 Ford Fairlane
  Listened to early Beatles and Beach Boys
    Collection of Pet Rocks, his favorite toys

  Ate sandwiches...

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