We sailed the Seven Seas
Beneath a sea of stars
Upon an astral breeze
A sailing ship to Mars
Our cosmic Captain quipped
We're heading for the stars
The Milky Way was dipped
In creamy chocolate bars
The Captain earned his wings
The crew had earned their scars
We sailed thru Saturn's rings
And hitched a ride to Mars
Too drunk to find our way
Left Pluto in the bar
We found the keys on Ray
Where did he park the star
During my bicycle ride
through the countryside one evening,
I saw along the hamlet lane
in the quiet backcountry,
girls in plain dresses walking together,
brass pots shinning at their sides
to fetch water.
They moved towards the nearby pond,
with laughter, free of rank and pride.
Their joy simple and unrestrained –
a sight I loved to see
as I pedaled slowly by.
My mind paused a moment among them
unfastening the chains of inequality,
social evils and worries in life,
as I pedaled slowly down the dusty path
watching their simple joy.
Some cowboys remove leather chaps
When cowgirls sit down on their laps
Soon these gals can decide
If he's 'up' for a ride
No 'bucking' now, later perhaps!
dogs sit like people
cruising the streets windows down
tongues wagging in air
My dog and I took a ride
A beautiful, bright, sunny day
Bold blue sky was decorated with white clouds,
floating above the green farm land
The temperature was perfect
We were free as the wind upon our faces
I visited a sweet candy shop with penny candy
We walked by yellow and purple flowers
The two of us made the best of it
Peace, quiet and calming solitude
Both of us happy, riding along
A ride to keep in memory now
No stress, not a worry, just smiles
My companion, so smart, so happy,
filled with endless unconditional love
A ride through life and nothing else mattered
Heidi Sands
8/29/26
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in the marketplace,
a rickshaw pedals round-
seeking a passenger.
So you have to accept someone else’s concerns
If you still care to go abroad
Are you corrupt, do you get the returns
Do you hide them as an experienced fraud
What they call a survey is an interrogation
There is no presumption of innocence
You are pledged guilty because your nation
Is all badly spoken which shortens the chance
To get anywhere you would want to fly
Because you, and not somebody else, just you
Must stop the war, so they'll decide
If you’re worthy to taste their national stew
Isn’t it quieter to take a bus ride
At home, with no worries about bank statements
About who are your parents, dead or alive
The driver won’t bother about their status
None of that humiliation is guaranteed
But isn’t it too clever that people get stressed
For intention to travel abroad, when they need
Just a fortnight break for a much deserved rest?
A PRAISED FREIGHT RIDE ps
Lost, I hopped a freight.
Travelling in faith and hope,
I found God’s station:-
I was able to take a ride on my 50cc scooter today
It had been sitting for so long!
As the wind touched my face, everything disappeared.
All that was left were images that I passed by
Purple flowers, yellow flowers, birds and barns
I saw the tractors on the widespread farms
White laced clouds floated in the blue sky
My body was cleansed, the air was fresh
Freedom led me on the roads I traveled
On top of all that, gas is cheap!
I cannot ask for more than that ! (Lol)
Heidi Sands
8/9/26
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I ride
With pride
with no civic sense
with absolute independence
As though the entire road
Were my father’s abode
Displease Custodian Cowboy
Anchor Through Paralyze
Bullring Chute Fallback
Floppy Faultlessly Eye
Cauldron Brandy Marinara
Nightshade Always Tragedy
Youthful Guard Hearse
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
I like
to bike
on rails
to trails
I roam
from home
long ride
trail wide
warm sun
have fun
near trees
cool breeze
at end
sores tend
good path
need bath
The road is rocky
Dig deeper and shed some blood
Repent for your sins
Our lament for time well spent…with Farmer's market regulars Pip & Lizzie the pair are a sartorial oracle and festive fillip with follicle flair....was a delight to share forever memories at our locavore lair...
Through the mist of memories we sift
With whiffs of yesteryear cheer sniffed
Rides on sublime tides of time we drift
Rain again regulars refrain visit biffed
Others defending..spending limit thrift
Quiffed punter chunter I've been stiffed
Will harp on gets swift short sharp shrift
After rafter of laughter graft or grift
Miffed by dafter manager’s latest rift
Not the first time we have ever tiffed
One thing that will always give us a lift
Makes our hearts sing on a busy shift
Stops any tizzy thrill of fill of Phil & Lizzie
A heaven sent present our favourite gift..
adventure awaits
grazing deer by the roadside
cats, raccoons, possums
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