Short Pedaling Poems

Alone
but not lonely.
Pedaling along an
odoriferously perfumed
pathway....

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sweating on my bike
in my home
pedaling to Paris

9/25/18

Biker's Dozen Contest
Sponsor:Maureen McGreavy...

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don’t stop pedaling
             you’ll fall off-
                       bicycle of life




Biker's Dozen Poetry Contest
5/3/5 howmanysyllables.com
Maureen McGreavy
October 1, 2018...

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Pedaling Meddling Home

Was perturbed when we found Trump pedaling;
Many illegal things which in had been meddling,
He  horribly  joked;
We were pervoked;
When  combined all of  this became unsettling.

Jim Horn...

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Trump Is Pedalling Meddling 

Sure seems pathetic when President is pedaling;
In other party's affairs always may be meddling;
After pausing,
Trouble causing,
When things down,  Trump should start settling.

Jim Horn...

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my
love
aborted
what of this
mind contortion
mental abortion
slide a little closer
tell me of your closuer
sculpt me another poser
pedaling all my words
lettering into herds
fabricating sound
chains unbound
through
the galaxy
shove me
into
my love
?...

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Banana tin yellow
a little dented in on the side
but still perfect for pedaling

Standing against the wind
eight figs in a basket
sticky white at the ends, been picked

Hair in salt strings
and jeans with two holes
with enough wear left for the summer

Two best friends
flying down Heartbreak Hill
at cactus speed, big eyes, no hands......

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Pedaling along 
     a rocky road, 
     a dusty road, 
     a hot and sunny road.
Pedaling past 
     dry, rocky fields, 
     dry, dusty fields, 
     hot and sunny fields.
Surprised to see 
     a lily flower,
     a lonely flower,
     a kid stoning it.
Pedaling back 
     The setting sun lay low across the field.
     Boy, flower and memory are long gone....

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Lee rides a silver fish all day long was the report.
We call him Silver, and he is a good sport.
What is a silver fish? I asked my friend Tike.
Not sure, he answered, but it looks like a bike.

Silver Fish is a customized contraption made by Lee
He must purchase a car though, if he wants to date me.
I am not fond of pedaling, I have a bad right knee.
So, Silver and I decided to never a couple be....

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March hare rides a bike to twinkle town court
The rest of the bunnies are a bit jealous of Mort.
He thinks he’s all that, and I guess maybe he is.
Said a caramel-eating rabbit named Oldie McGizz.

Mort hears the chatter, and smiles deep and wide.
He has self-confidence, which means he likes himself inside.
He keeps pedaling, all the way to twinkle town court.
Thinking to himself, I am the most amazing Mort....

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Grandpa took me to the ice cream store.
On my tricycle, yes, I was well_loved!
What girl in braids, could ask for more?

There were comic books there, too.
Pedaling along, in my white sandaled shoes.
And yes, paste and new pencils, too.

Friendly butterflies and lovely, tall trees
Birds of all sizes, that chirped so merrily.
What lovely days~that gave birth to poetry.


3/5/2023...

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At long last your lover's grips greet you, soft and familiar.
You step on the pedal that is home's threshold welcome;
Squishier than freshly baked bread, your buns are in the saddle.

You push off...  your spirit turning over like a motor.
With silver satin streets sliding under your wheel,
Tickled by the wind in your hairy shins~   you squeal.


February 15th 2019

Reflect That Emotion Poetry Contest
Sponsor Nina Parmenter...

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on a velocipede against traffic pedaling hands free texting cyberspace
at the last minute the millipede with its mani pedi went to the stratosphere
to meet the dog up there.

What to be found you ask me raised by the jesuits
if I know my gum it is juicy fruity
for the cat to lick and god forbid the swallowing

what a nougat were the carmelites
if not caramel of a camel to carry the load
of fear the mighty ruler under the knees...

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He was pedaling in my direction,
His feet never losing control.
His age? 9 or 10 I am guessing,
But his confidence lit up his soul.

We locked eyes for the briefest of seconds.
I was grinning and though he held back,
I could tell that the hint of a smile
Was just busting to peek out a crack.

For he had to know that he was special – 
You don’t see unicycles each day –
But the streets of New York do encourage
Every talent one has to display....

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The days of youth
 I remember well.
To tell the all
 is hard to tell.

My mother's face
 so warm, so fair.
Her heart held my love
 and kept it there.

Lazy summer days
 spent running free.
Time swimming in creeks
 and climbing tree.

Pedaling down lanes
 with sisters three.
Who thought it their job
 to take care of me.

Looking back at mistakes
 that were made.
The time to fix
 I would not trade.




9/26/18...

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It's my first time riding a unicycle,
I am terrified.
I don't want to let go of this wall
and end up mortified. 

My friend had told me it was easy;
Now I know she lied.
She promises she'll be right there
and she's by my side.

I take a breath, I shift my feet,
I pedal just a bit.
The wheel scoots forward, so do I.
Finally, I commit!

I let go, pedaling forward,
I'm finally doing it! 
I laugh with joy and stop the cycle.
Now's a good time to quit....

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Bat, ball, and glove, a sacred rite of spring
Timeless afternoons of joy shared by all
Everyone gets a chance to give a swing
To meet the challenge: putting bat on ball.
Stretch, windup, and pitch, a flaming fastball
Hitter gives it flight with resounding crack
Outfielder’s eyes wide, then pedaling back
Jubilant bat toss, he breaks into run
Pitcher’s shoulders droop, his jaw going slack
Outfielder against fence, it’s a home run!

4/10/16...

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Pedaling along river drive
empty plastic grocery bags
fluttered and flapped from tree branches
like lost battle surrender flags
that line the drought-stricken river.
Their interspersed clings reminded
me of inundated levels
this now anemic river reached;
where once the floodwaters surged south
along its journey to the sea
its now imperceptive flow
struggles, its intimate's exposed:
river-bottom, water-worn rocks
sit like petrified bowler hats....

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