Short Moto Poems

I went looking for my little black moto when I discovered
I can't post a photo. 
Every site says upload here, except this one, it's so weird!...

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Life Bubbles
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

"Always do your best and let success spring effervescently."

Written for Brian Strand's Moto contest....

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Jibon ta ajj maskhabri khatar moto 
Khoti gulo khorchar moti  ahat dea jaya
Ar sukh ta kono ak share bazer er moto 
Manuser chahida gulo  takar dore kena becha jaya...

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you can show
me bikini
you can show
me naked
but when i see
you wearing
your moto helmet
and with glasses
i start dressing
in layers to ask
would you like
to play
stripe
poker...

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If there ever be a saddened face,
a floating toast, an empty vase,
continue...
If the ceiling door collapses, 
a fountain dries, a page erases
marvel...
and breathe the elixir of continuous life....

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There is a vortex in every locomotive
that is at once inert and in moto perpetuo
Beneath that vortex lies a feeling, a veritable
epicenter of grief from which springs the only
real compliment to sentient life and to which
our species has attached the name of suffering....

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All learned to do practices no Doctors,no Engineers,no Lawyers and no Accountants if they aren’t practicing.Knowledge and practicing the learned subjects make some one a professional.Politicians aren’t professionals because they do only practice that also not the learned subjects but something else with unknown Moto and mysterious objects....

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The alchemy of loving you
it's a strong chemistry,
unbreakable bonds,
active thing, always alive...
Cultivation of you, petals of longing
extract dissipated essences
my moto-continuous
my goodness...
  Every day I write fresh formulas,
novel ways to remember you...
My pain, my regret, everything
transcends... I never stopped
loving you... !...

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watching head
line breaking
news in quasi
belief

in another
part of the same
world same time
my Muse

rides her
moto home not
knowing of news
of Paris

and in another
time one of
memory my 
son and i

climbing to the
highest steeple
looking down
on the Seine

and back now
to the headline
breaking news
seemingly

trying
to
explain 
the insane...

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Always reaching, always stretching is the moto I was 
          born with 
Basking in the sun's warm daily embrace is my walk.
Darkness doesn't cause me fear because the twinkle
           of the stars above gives me. hope.
I never go hungry or or suffer want because my roots
             go deep into the earth.

Contest: Are you a mouse or a mountain poetry contest 
Sponsor: Matt Caliri...

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Ofelio
lives in a box
in a basement
in a house
in a city
in Colombia

not knowing
he's a turtle
never
seeing another
other 
turtle

head hidden
in his shell
selling
himself off
as if
sleeping

but he's 
peeking
at a moto
trying to find
how to climb
like the gato

once seated
on the seat
he turns the key
now moving faster
then his feet
he dreamily drives 

out
of Cali...

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Moto Guzzi outside the Tate
Oh glistening awesome motor stallion
your dovetailed bars, the windscreen’s sheen
you are indeed a work of art
each time I mount your leather saddle
your growling maelstrom  comes to meet
your parody of love and travel
lest not to trust the judge’s gavel
thus speed the seed the heavens open
red as lust and sunshine clear
shine the night the organ’s treble
ring the changes speedy devil 
stills God’s palate, rest the roar...

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