Rose Watermelon Poems

"Treeing", "treeing,"cheerful sound of a bicycle bell;
stuck well inside my ear like a hard binding gel;
Peeping from the window, I knew him very well;
The boy...

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She came along casually riding a watermelon bike.
I was merely walking down the street on an intended hike.
She yelled “Hey, Pete, or Samuel or Ike!”
You...

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Flight of Watermelon Fantasy
How I wish I could ride a bicycle 
I never could and doubt I ever would
Twas being afraid to ride on the...

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The green rind
of the two-wheeler
remembers
Anne & Louis
with legs splayed.

They scream and laugh
as they race downhill,
then his feet with friction
still
the excitement, as

he turns around and faces
her,...

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I woke up one gray and melancholy morning
munching oatmeal and buttered toast, alone
same as yesterday, last week and maybe tomorrow 
when I saw a whirling...

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Well I was feeling stir crazy and I needed to move
All juiced up you could say, with something to prove
So I strapped a helmet to...

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I’m riding on Victoria
like Ferdinand Magellan;
I’ve got this strange conception
that Carnegie’s my melon.
I’m tickling the ivory;
I’m keying like a felon.
Sure, I’m a tad inflated,
but I...

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In my dreams…

There came a morning, full of light
When all my heart felt so very bright
Like Christmas with visions of candy canes
There was Summertime and...

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She showed me her bicycle
With considerable pride
The wheels were red
With specks of black in-between
Handle bars in bottle green
As she sped away, little did 
She know...

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Wholesome refreshments recharge.
All comers rose water baring
Tropical fruit desert for lunch or dinner snack.
Early strawberries shine watermelon rimes.
Raw fruit laugh.
Much fruit waters run.
Edible fruit shine.
Like...

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