Short Wheeled Poems
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Science
Teaches
Eternal
Peace...
Heaven's
Effulgence
Never
Was
Hokey!
Angels
Wheeled
Knowledgeable
Illogicians
Nigh
Glory
2/25/2019
Daddy does drive Deere's down
while working with wheeled
loaders, loud loader loading
the trash trailer, timely.
Ride rocky, ride(roof, roof)
backing, beeping, buzzing.
His world
hangs on a wall.
His wheeled chair
sits in a corner.
His tillered escape –
the Barque,
Astral Traveler.
//20 words//
©11/17/2017
submitted to – PIC MOTIFS – poetry Contest
Learning
Motorcycle
Guide said "Go" - wheels go up
Eighteen wheels stopped - a few inches
Distance
10.02.16
It was an eighteen wheeled Truck stopped by a few inches distance from my head and I survived.
Two wheeled bliss a life
Intrepid traffic rider
Slow lane on a trike
17.12.21
Composed for John Lawless'
"After Forever"
"Are you happy?" the old man ventured
All he owned fit on his three-wheeled cart
He flew a new "Don't Tread on Me" flag
A pack of cigarettes, a can of stale ale
And, for him, all was right with the world.
written January 9, 2022
Toddler, untied with light tap
Sent off a walker, free.
Tricyclist, two-wheeled and pushed!
No less unsteadily!
Mother and child; partners in fear.
Helpless, up to its end
That path, life's through falls, general.
Watcher's, in watch for blend.
traffic lights
amber moon
heart ticking over
here the head teeters
breathy fumes
flood the face of the road
there are other wheeled minds
in this static world
other's waiting
to go
and the gone
are gone forever
curbside
cats stare
going nowhere
I told secrets,
Not to be revealed
To my grief, I felt a breeze
Around my world it wheeled
Like flaming fire in the forest
My secrets you never sealed
I heard what mouths spat,
That my injuries never healed
For salt to be rubbed upon,
For my weaknesses to be peeled!
To Hell In A Gurny
We had been going on a long journey;
After a while we saw another attorney;
Same old song;
Done no wrong;
Was being wheeled to hell in a gurney.
Jim Horn
It must be hard to tell a lie with your
teeth closed. Wonder if he ever bites
his tongue.
Today I had the chance to hold "the blue from rio",
A blue bird on a skateboard you should meet and know,
A fancy parrot from the happy meal kid's land,
Preening all his gorgeous feathers on his wheeled stand,
Visit the happy meal site! Join his feathered flow.
Outside,
footsteps in the corridor
grow nearer then pass,
only to stop and knock
on a door
further down
followed by voices, sobs
and muffled sounds
wheeled off into a silence
until sometime hence
when footsteps again
will tread the floor
and there will be
a knock
on a door.
Outside the Capitol
a young veteran is carrying
a flag, upside-down
and a wheeled coffin containing his friend
harsh words are tossed, and a Patriot
sneaks behind, robbing the deceased of his
combat boots. Fly off!
Ah, but quicker feet! Tackled from behind!
Punches thrown! A fight!
Who is winning?
Born with a grief to the world at large
The eyes showed thirst for embrace
Little feet attached to birdcage
Lively spirit wheeled cowardly at a glance
Innocent toward Father rule roam
Dreams swinging on the footing of sexuality
Bookshelf took a shape of group home
Screeching for the freedom to unfold promptly..
A summer of smiles, a paradise of play,
lively, lighthearted laughter, each delirious day -
I clobbered all contenders in ping-pong.
I sought and I seized every fly ball in the field
in the picturesque park where I wheeled.
The charms of childhood’s recreation revealed -
I reach back and recall a sweet summer song.
The boat plied along an emerald sea
The only noise the lapping so gently
The white sail set by a puff of breeze
As our love’s gentle sigh would please
You trailed your hand in the sea
And the gulls wheeled as we could see
I told a joke and you loudly laughed
A perfect day again we wished would last.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Dad saluted his great granddaughter Maia on skype
That was memorable for me
Dad was a military man
A Brigadier General
They saluted him and not the other way around.
But to his 5 year old granddaughter
He wheeled himself in front of the computer
And saluted her.
What a wonderful moment!
I'll never ever forget that moment.
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
Look
I can
Ride my tricycle
On only two wheels
because I have to
till we fix it
and fix it we will
in the poor quarters
downtown
the tricycle
in our midst is
overused and well shared
among many
It's because we care
for each other
and the little things we
do and have matter
that I can ride
my tricycle
on two wheels only.
«Find hope all ye who enter here»
That's what it says on it.
I’d enter, but it's locked.
I’d find, but it’s hopeless.
I'd smoke, but they say there's no smoking in here.
Okay, I'll go.
Gravity helped me to go down, nudging in the back,
so I could jump on the trolley
right before a couple of hefty nurses wheeled it into the reanimation room.
Her hands shook
as they wheeled
him away.
Had his lips
been dry?
Had his body
ached?
Had he longed
for a touch
against his
fragile skin?
Could she
have done more
to relieve
his pain?
Could she
have loved him more,
needed him more,
begged him more
to stay?
Her head swam
in the deafening silence
of guilt and sorrow
as she
buried herself
for feeling
relief.
blonde hair
over long sleeves
of a tie dye t-shirt -
she’s wheeled onto the plane;
cell phones of course; headphones of course;
green-knitting in force; red deck
in four pairs of hands - on floor, someone
will score; and our grandsons
take off with our love, hugs and hearts -
headed home,
speeding down the runway,
as we set a course
back to our empty nest.
No matter you’re not in the phone book
and you pay with cash, not checks;
no matter if you dress in the faded
worn-out rags that were all she left;
no matter if you wrap yourself in cobwebs
and drive a three-wheeled wreck;
no matter if you give up your martinis
and survive on chicken necks,
it matters not. She’ll always have
your number – your carnivorous ex.
Youth, I think it's time,
on your bike to climb
to rapture sublime.
Feel wind on your face,
freedom to embrace,
so that you may fly.
Watch the world go by -
on your two-wheeled high!
Turn left or turn right
to a newfound site.
The sun's a delight,
a shining jewel.
A beach trip is cool.
Take the day off school
and your pleasure, chase.
Youth, you must embrace.
Lucille bought herself a three-wheeled trike
Better for her than a two-wheel bike
Her age was catching up
When she had a slip-up
Running over a three-year-old tyke.
Police charged Lucille with manslaughter
With no jail time, thanks to her daughter
Quashing spectacles,
No more vehicles
And keeping off the police blotter.
Written July 17, 2022