Purple Pedals Raining Across Sunset Meadows,
Rivers Flowing Stoically at the center of God's Mellow,
In the Ashes of the Phoenix lies the essence of what’s within us,
I carry on Forever More,
with the Joy of what's in store and for those days of overwhelming sorrow,
a strong bottle with my brother fellows,
I ponder at night & day of life's existence the why, what, where, who, & how we've come this distance,
Why are we from different planets and why, what, where did Earth Form inhabits
My Queen Whispers into my ear, as I fall asleep each Year
She says the three words that men too much withhold. That is The bitter sweet life of a mere mortal,
until we pass through the unstoppable portal,
the price we pay to live in this Life will suffice,
it shall suffice
Purple Pedals, Purple Pedals...
Written on 9-23-17
J.M.A.
shrubby hills
to right
a world of ocean
to left
cranking pedals
smooth my trail,
can't hear anything,
not even conscious.
wind surfaces to the drum
pedals push
and push while the
ocean rocks and rolls
blue is my serenity,
wind is my savior,
pedals are angelic
in the shapes of flowers around
her favorite baby sitting silent
with nothing but joy on both their faces
she asks her doll if she wants a ride
and giggles at the answer she hears
she puts Rose on the red seat of the tricycle
and walks beside her, helping her
giving serious instructions on how to ride
"don't go into the street, and stay out of
Mr. Potter's yard, you are doing so good"
then she closes her eyes tight
opens her little imagination wide
and let's go
and watches so proudly as Rose pedals home
Michael F. Lewis
I watched as she pedaled her bike,
The way she looked I sure did like,
Her little ass on the seat,
I followed her down the street,
She stopped at a cafe for a break,
I told the waitress her bill I'd take,
She gave me a smile and a wink,
My heart just seemed to sink,
Her number was on the bill,
With-call me-I am sure you will,
Then she slowly walked out the door,
I followed needing to see some more,
As the afternoon past on by,
Not to call her I had to try,
Not desperate you know what I mean,
Yet every where I look her face is what I seen,
I called her that very night,
Would dinner and a movie be alright,
That's been 20 years or so,
Now I take her every where that I go,
That woman so touched my life,
For 19 years she's been my wife!
An Uncle Charlie Original
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