Short Spokes Poems

pink fireweed blooms
through the spokes of the ghost bike 
beside the highway 
...

Read More

On Fridays, we go to the pub
Like spokes of a wheel to an hub
A whiskey or two
May turn the air blue
So we drink pale ale by the tub...

Read More

engrossed in my book -
the tunes of playful robins
whir of wash-machine
        the sunless dawn, spokes
atop oaks, pines and myrtles

2/5/2021...

Read More

spokes of bike reeling
slow motion...mind rewinding
‘remember helmet’


straps it tight under his chin
premonition frightens him

1/27/2018...

Read More

Why does she keep her lunch in her bike spokes?
She keeps them there, because they are tasty blokes.
They are fresher there, and easy to keep an eye on.
But what if they escape? Asked the eager python....

Read More

Marriage is riding a bicycle
oil to reduce noisy friction
mend tires that burst
pump when pressure goes down
replace broken spokes
wash when mud splashes
carry optimum weight
ring a bell when in confusion...

Read More

Wonder how police on bikes arrest people
"Alright, get in the basket, you did something illegal
Get your bum in there
It's just like a chair
Feet away from spokes or we'll land on our keesters"...

Read More

you are the hub

to which all the spokes connect

to which the wheel spins around

your position never changes

the wheel revolves around you

and the cart moves forward

and can go anywhere

you are the hub...

Read More

Sun of floral blaze of fun
Days of whee spokes on tone
Hold on shaft ride on Hood
Antler deep glimmer of hope
Imagine too grandiose moon
Create me flown well to come
Man to go brighten mind to shine
Gleam of tree make me dream...

Read More

Burning love
This fossil fuel goes unrecognized
When calculating brain
Mixed with car trouble
Causes croaking spokes to choke

All folks aside
This burning love is molting
Beyond measure
In caverns unpedaled
To preserve
The feelings in silhoutte...

Read More

Soft silence reigns this dawn 
The showers of the night gone
And while I sit I can see
Jewelled droplets on the trees

I feel sad for the city folk
Raincoats and umbrella spokes
and rain streaked panes
Who never love the rain

Stoic Poetry...

Read More

Cycles

Round and Round the wheels they turn
Up hill
Down hill
Muscles burn

Round and Round the spokes they spin
This way 
That way
Back again

Round and Round the chain does make
Each gear
Change gear
'till I break...

©deborah burch
2005...

Read More

slippery leaves lie
on the steepness of the yard
haphazardly on the road

autumn spokes in air
the travesty of cancer
shedding of the lovely oaks

10/29/2020
Contest: Spin a Sedoka
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest title: ELEMENT OF AIR

Checked with howmanysyllables
5/7/7 5/7/7...

Read More

 end of Haviland
stilled kickstands & spokes of Schwinn
our teen shapely thighs
after school books are returned
and mind wanders down the road

chill in Summer heat
orange & vanilla twist
creamsicle in cone
the yield of sweet and tincture
melting on curbside tongues
...

Read More

I.

Ta da, ta da, flip,

like cards in bicycle spokes,

percussive shoe, flop...



II.

Long spaghetti straps,

full circle twirly skirted,

sundress in warm breeze.



III.

Morning sand dune climb,

woven basket, cheese, red wine,

noon apéritif. 


-Edlynn Nau
©April 17, 2019...

Read More

Headline news lead bleeds
Accidental haiku death
Investigated

Killed by tainted verse
Unidentified victim
Radioactive

Exotic poem
Attracts curious reader
Dripping vitriol

Extreme allergic
Reaction resulted in
Death of some poor schmuck

Industry spokes folks
Encourage illiterates
Stay away from words...

Read More

The stories are repeating 
And the wheel is turning.
I am becoming older and older.

Riding one of its spokes
And holding it fast,
I am not aware
Of which aspect it represents,
But I am trying
Not to fall.

The stories  are repeating
As the wheel is turning.
It is not the Dharmachakra,
But I have to live my life....

Read More

there is a young mermaid form france
who dreams to be able to dance
she tries to remain chipper
when she falls on her flipper
for it will not fit into pants

there is a young merman named mike
always dreams of riding a bike
people say hurtful mean jokes
when his flipper finds the spokes
now rides side saddle on his trike...

Read More

Spokes of winter
freeze the soul
and wake the mind
Diamante snowfield
that the North Wind
hath designed

Smokes of cold breath
curl the sky
then dissipate
Air forged into steel
The outer darkness
helped create

Strokes of frostburn
fill my boots
as they crackle
Hurrying along the trek
Another mile 
they must tackle...

Read More

sun is setting
into a new tomorrow
the colored cows gaze
into the disappearing horizon
ruminating
bunch of dogs resting
peacefully
we are now
on the rusted wheels
of time unbalanced on
the edge of a thrilling life
hand in hand
pedalling back then forth
spokes of intimacy
leading to an open
confession
dogs are sleeping
now...

Read More

spokes of a turning wheel
strung with colored string
strumming fingers playing
plain and turning
turning plain
and simply round and round

colors whirl up and around
up and down
music moving turning sound
rhythm round

swirl of colorful motion
jaunty ribbons of song
bright and shining
shining bright
and lightly up and away...

Read More

Spinning spokes upon bustling narrow city streets
A two wheeled mouse amid prowling motorized cats 
Plays games of timing and finely tuned awareness

Sudden bus stops, springing car doors, and Jaywalkers
Each can be found within the dealer’s loaded deck
The sound of coasting, click, click, are barely heard 

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008...

Read More

What's with you all guys in
your spandex on spokes,
bearing down like demons 
on us poor ambulating folks?

It won't be so funny,
surely no little joke,
if you crash into us
we'll (both) look like 
broken egg-yolks

So, try to have courtesy
at least, show some respect
cause when you're 
travelling that fast,
who knows what to expect...

Read More

So bashful to the wind the day sets at bay
recollecting the past of the stilled clay,
mounded mind distract the dew
observing the mountains in the view,
combusting in it's self the rain flaws
cold winter winds build it's claws,
to tangle the day amoung the clear
just to await what could be coming near,
golden spokes of torned day
breaks the path of wilted frey....

Read More

Prayer without indemnity,
prejudice, or blame,
weaponizing Diety…
a dogma-based refrain

Through Him our Divinity
rejoining heart and mind,
to truly know Who reigns supreme
last sacrament defined

Religion like the training wheels
discarded when we we’re young,
to free the rider in the wind
—His spokes forever spun

(Easter Dreamsleep: April, 2022)...

Read More