Long Trike Poems

Sixty some odd years ago, when I was just a kid, our home was on the very edge of town.
The man that lived next door to us - a Mr. - O. M. Crabb -...

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It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold  
civil rights riots plagued my little...

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Fortunately, when I was young, what I perceived - 'my kingdom' - 
spanned - and I'm not kidding you...seven - city - blocks!
But being neither worried about - nor having fully mastered - 
the tricky...

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How cool this was for this happy couple - a Christmas baby!
 
                  A Very Special Christmas


A little...

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Forty-seven years ago I went abroad for college, then - after graduation - chose to live across the sea.
I called my parents often, and I mailed them many cards, but rarely made the trip back...

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Nightmare 8. To Lose the Gift of Feeling Heard

Is each person not poet when he spills his heart?
Has your verse lost its edge if it’s true no one listens,
Or does God mean that no one...

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Those wonderful stories of God
My grand ma used to set me at the kitchen table
And tell me bible stories
Some bout Cane and Able
One present gifts and praises to God
The other was jealous killed his brother...

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How many of us are guilty of this --- far too many, I'm sure.


My dad removed the training wheels and silly plastic tassels 
that made me hate my older sister’s trike,
And, with a clothespin, placed...

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It’s funny there are things we should say to our dad but never do,
It may be really awkward to say something like, “Hey dad, I love you.
So I’m writing this, belated open letter to clear...

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When I was really small, I loved my trike,
and then I graduated to a bike.
I also liked to skip, so mother bought
A jump rope that I used an awful lot.

It seems I really loved to...

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Monday Morning

Blues have taken the day, 
because I have let them. 
I woke up late, skipped breakfast.
I ran out of the house, without my coffee.
Obviously, I had already lost my mind. 
The car would not...

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AGE OF TEN

	Way back then when I was ten 
Things were so very different then
I wrote with ink in a fountain pen
Whenever we could we would build a den 
And I loved to help my...

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Four boys and one girl thats what grandma and grandpa brought into this world.                    
When they...

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I was year 3 at Riveroaks School. I was doing my spelling words with my Mum. Nana was over from Tokyo for a holiday, she was reading the newspaper. 
Suddenly I realised that something wasn’t...

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Eco-Friendly Vehicles
By Rick Rucker

As an infant, when I went outside,
In a stroller, with circular wheels, I would ride,

As I became restive, and wanted to roam,
My parents bought me a trike, so I could leave home,

It...

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Just a little tyke
When on the hearth~strike
Then blaze

Warmth flowed throughout like
Happiness 'pon trike
Young days

When you were godlike
I'd feel dreamlike
A phase

Let me paraphrase
It's not hollandaise
Just dreams

Down by waterways
Where God I could praise
Fish teem 

As 'pon stream...

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“I have been training on my [fine] trike 
for just under two years – [previously] 
I did a sport called race running [like
running] for a year. You run [vigourously]

using a running frame – like a...

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1/30/17


Shrike, planes, kites and satellites
In flight

Above pike, mice, parasites
And all other types of life

Atop the highest heights

Down in the deepest depths out of sight


Thinking twice
Just might
Suffice
For doing it right

During a life
Rife
With strife

Rituals and rites
Some of...

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THE CAR OF YOUR DREAMS
Would you, could you, have a car
     And love it so very much from afar
     Give it a name of its very own
...

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Attention

 You, circling the pool on your trike, I lost count so many times,
 watering red and yellow cannas.
 A deep green muck of marsh long unattended. 
 I sprayed their thirsty roots as I...

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When You Bury Me

Bury me with dentures in case I'll need to eat
a Beano annual from Christmas, nineteen-sixty-eight
summer scent remembered from the fallow field
my wee red trike with its wobbly wheels

Bury with me a walking...

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My Kid Sister

I have one, 
or at least sort of. 
I have one, 
that I was never around…
growing up. 
Divided families do that, 
they get confused, 
and even lost. 

Traditions are hard to hold, 
and...

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There was a trouble-maker, a cute tyke.
You know the type! He had a little trike.
Perhaps his name was like the cartoon “Dennis.”
To everyone he met, he was a menace.

He asked his mother for a bag...

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I respect all opinions I like,
it’s as easy as riding a bike.
For that which I’ve learned 
can never be spurned
for I know that I always am right.

When others and me can’t agree
its ‘my’ point they’re...

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