Short Schwinn Poems

We Bought Her a “Schwinn” Her First Bike!
In the back of the garage, a dusty old Trike

Mom and Dad, my First ride ; YOU shall be Glad
She Falls and skuns Her dainty Knee : A Child so Sad

      “Watching A Tears - PAIN  2  “Soon” 
With All My LOVE, before I die, YOUR Liege ALWAYS
                          LOVE…HG ( Harry )...

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Was recalling being just thirteen,
Riding on my Schwinn, it was a metallic green.
To flirt with Tommy,the boy of my dreams.
More delicious than my favorite ice cream.
I wonder...was he as good as he seemed?  
I’ll never know, we never were a love team.
I still think he’s better than whipped cream.
Tommy, that blue eyed, dream of a teem!




                   10/31/2021...

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I sit, think; catch a quick wink as the ship sinks.
My instinct is to lip sync till the slip’s pink.
Can’t win fights when my chin swipes reach only shin height.
And when kin likes taking Schwinn bikes to my wind pipe. 
It’s useless. I’m an aloof spruce, I’m fruitless.
The looseness of nooses is becoming a nuisance.
Screw this. Hope has gone the way of the dodos.
I pack my bindle full of beans and hop a train with the hobos....

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The Dark Delaware on my left
The defunct canal on my right
And me in the middle of both.
I’m heading south on the towpath
Peddling my hybrid all the way.
As to where? I haven’t a clue
It doesn’t really matter where
Just as long as I’m still able to
Peddle along this special place.
I’ve biked here since I was a kid.
Two things have changed since that time:
Back then I had a three speed Schwinn
Today I have twenty-one speeds;
Back then I was young, today… old....

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