"bicycling" poems
the last soft pretzel has been sold
he puts the mustard jar
......back into the cart
and "home" he rolls
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there was an old lady who lived in Sheboygan
she had so many children
she moved to new york city
and got on welfare
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he was a "podigy"
he coulda been jesus
but he decided to be
........................lebron james
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gentle breezes
the bicycling boy
yellow shirt against the park's greenery
and the deep blue sky
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growing unto night!
the angelic sense of "her nurturing"
all in her EYE
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an obvious "sentence"
the world's been imploded!
(and is an ugly worn out place!)
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the towers have fallen
oly homeland security
on the c.i.a.
watching us now
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 11:58 AM UTC
On barstools, people drone on endlessly
about meditation and yoga and hot yoga
or cold jogging, and bicycling in special pants.
‘It gives you a high,’ they say.
‘You’re on top of the world,’ they scream.
The saps push their new religions
with the gusto of car salesmen.
When it’s a woman, I politely listen
between mouthfuls of whiskey and ginger ale.
When it’s a man, I shut him down
early in his ramble. I tell him to
grow a pair.
Curvaceous women with long hair
and ***** that easily get wet,
bourbon that melts the top layer of ice,
pocketing a few bucks after sinking the 8 ball,
those are the legal addictions,
I tell punks
that give a man small escapes,
the sins he commits to feel whole.
A man who knows the desperation
of fulfilling temptations always
works harder to stay one step ahead
of the game.
Those are the addictions,
I tell men in designer clothes,
that **** us
slowly
when we least expect
our demise.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC
Suffering,
bicycling west, just east of river's edge,
under overcast troposphere,
downtroddenly I recall
how shadows require sunshine.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
You could have reached here Wednesday by last choice
Perhaps your mood shifted. All the calm nights
you had now lay awake. You explore the city
built by the perfect people, white cathedral
stands upright on a slant, a compass buried in plain sight,
the gibberish of art students from painting lullabies as sirens.
Only children are asleep. The university
grows younger each year. The best teacher
is always late, not realizing her impact.
The person I’m most comfortable with
stays in bed. Security found indoors
the couch allures, security in the capsule,
The deafening whispers, the genuine friends
who live nearby and can’t talk straight. The blessed temple
building worshiped by advertising majors.
The lucid potential, morning sprints round the track,
a library sustained by crushed Adderall —
glowering orbs rotating back counter clockwise,
out of chimneys the black spirits climb,
detectives bicycling, the honor students rummaging
for class notes in the deep end of the dumpster.
So this is college? That frontier plateauing
before you can dive off a cloud? So this utopia
was a dollhouse, the daily on the doormat
camps in the hallway: waits while the child watches
a sit-com?
Don’t apartments stand still? Are abstract paintings
and basketball supposed to nurture a city,
not only Richmond, but also other lonely cities
of misunderstood brunettes, dank **** and dubstep
the weekend will seldom put out
until the city you moved to shuts its eye?
Just tell yourself, “live.” The best teacher, eighteen
when she moved to the university, still grins
even as she coughs out fiberglass. Any day now,
she sings, I’ll take a drive and leave this place.
I pull her close and say. You haven’t slept in your own bed.
The boy who you’ve always loved still thinks about you.
The books you read before breakfast,
whoever the author may be, inspires
and your least favorite student who raises her hand
is judged but her posture never falters.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
We are cycling
Bicycling
They're living in screens
While we count on a dream
Acting sweet and intrigued
In truth, the inside is mean
I mean, the inside, it screams
till physically I'm fatigued
the pain's kept in the knees
Keep confidence in my feet
Their desire to be "free"
Is absurd, I can see, but allegedly
this ridiculous urge
has implanted a need
It has been made aware
they're relying on me
Where's my brake? Set me "free"
When I brake, let me be.
Seems I brake constantly..
but my mind sees itself
very differently
Thinks itself to be
so peaceful and serene
similar to a tree growing gradually
towards the vastness that keeps
beyond my tallest leaf
My success is not make believe
Just set in time appropriately
To ensure I've achieved
and uncovered all the wisdom
it takes a human being
just to breathe
yes i know that's an inborn skill
that supposedly comes to us all
naturally
but hear out my plea
Take a deep sigh and think.
Do I really feel "free"?
Did you feel it forced,
or was your breath like a breeze
flowing effortlessly
from your lungs to your teeth?
Because that's what we need
The weightless tranquility
of feeling whole and complete.
That feeling of "free"
I can't wait to hold it inside of me,
and until my time I will wait patiently.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
Well shoot the dog
and bark at me
I threw away recycling
I'm in my car
down the road
not doing any bicycling
My car's not electric
my clothes dyed and stylized
made of combed bleached cotton
I throw away a lot of food
its not gone bad or expired
and no, it isn't rotten
I'll live as I want
no one can tell me different
knowing the best for every instance
Doing perfect symbolism
forgetting any/and
all substance
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
*We learn once
and never
again..
never not
restoring from
imbalance..
a Singularity:
left and right
earth and sky
round and straight
movement and still
machine and spirit
bi and cycle..
such Centering
might one day
en-lighten our
struggling
world...*
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
plan a.
1. take each day one step at a time.
2. find a college and go there.
3. take each day one step at a time.
4. get a job and pay off your student debt.
5. live a life that you're afraid of.
plan b.
1. take up bicycling.
2. get a job and bicycle to it.
3. make money at the job.
4. save the money.
5. don't buy a car with the money.
plan c.
1. offer your services doing lawn care.
2. suffer all winter when you can't do lawn care.
3. take care of a lot of lawns in the spring.
4. make friends with lots of lawn owners.
5. use your connections to full advantage.
plan d.
1. sell your cd collection on ebay.
2. get a tattoo of a cassette tape.
3. invest in a pile of used vinyl.
4. work as a waitress.
5. save tips for concerts.
plan e.
1. hop on a greyhound bus.
2. go to whichever city the wind takes you.
3. take polaroid pictures of the city.
4. sell them to tourists.
5. starve to death.
plan f.
1. give up.
2. scrap that and try again.
3. because you're not a quitter.
4. and quitting at life.
5. was never an option.
plan g.
1. go to beauty school.
2. make people feel pretty.
3. go home and feel less ugly yourself.
4. donate money to charity.
5. hope that karma pays you back.
plan h.
1. pack up with your friends.
2. move to alaska.
3. work over the internet.
4. grow vegetables to offset the cost of hot tea and alcohol.
5. find something to love.
*(and just think how all of
these plans could be done in
one lifetime and how it takes
that many misses to find the hit
i'll give you a hint the thing you
have to learn to love is the one
thing that stayed with you
every step of the way.)*
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
Light pours in through my open window pane
The warmth waking me up earlier than usual
Sunrise before six, in summer this is a ritual
I want to go back to sleep again!
Summer reminds me of the golden days
When we went bicycling all day long
When we hummed our favourite song
But now those days are just a haze!
Summers mean tasty, cool juices
Popsicles and colas iced
Jackfruits and mangoes sliced
Summer definitely has its uses!
Summers are bright sunshine lifting my mood
They motivate me to sweat and lose some weight
Summer has its charms to which all of us relate
Summer makes me feel refreshed and renewed!
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Let me sit here
Alone
With my pen
Let me become
Consumed in my thoughts
So much so that
I don't here the "hello"
From the friendly fellow
Bicycling on the trail behind me
Let me boil in rage
Grasping onto anything
Trying to let it all seep out slowly
I'll manage
If you just let me
Let me lose my reality
So I can become anew
Empty slate
Free to coagulate
Become thick with hate
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 1:34 AM UTC
RIGHT NOW is eternity
now of the perfect soul
in its eternity it moves to heights
ever evolving in its light
unencumbered lightness
BICYCLING on a Saturday morning
such as 10 years old
with the here and now
friends and swimming
all that mattered sunshine filling
eyes young and wide
legs spinning water rushing
laughing all the hope
YOU are that soul no matter
its all about the eternal now
you my fresh wide eye friend
the ever evolving is
the moment is here...
KT Fed 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
Bicycling
my words
backwards
in lower case
they became
visceral.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
if you must have the
last word the
word should be "sorry"
simple poems are fun
yet they can
say more than one thinks
enjoying nature
time to pray
like a Romantic
bicycling is part
of my life
need I search for more
there is a time in
people's lives
that they would erase
the tree is now down
but Christmas
lives in memory
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
I want to remember everything.
I want to remember the look in your eyes and the nervous way
you bit your lip on that Thursday.
And how we walked hand in hand to class.
I want to remember the way we'd walk home late
stop at my corner
and watch the world pass by.
I want to remember the way that when I shut my eyes
I always saw yours.
Gold and green and mysterious and holding my heart.
I want to remember the way you smiled that nervous smile of yours
the first time we kissed.
I want to remember bicycling by your side
nineteen days in a row to our summer classes.
I want to remember the feel of your chin
resting on the very top of my
head.
I want to remember the way that we thought we knew the world
and each other
and our song.
I want to remember the way that our friends accepted us
and forgave us for being distant.
I want to remember the way that our hands
fit perfectly
together.
I want to remember the moment we decided that
for us
best friends was better.
I want to remember you.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Bicycling in the early morn,
Brings a smile to my face,
And happiness to my being.
My place of meditation,
A long and lonely road.
A place of solitude and peace.
Eyes open to the light of day.
Birds dancing on wings in the air,
Squirrels running and collecting their fare
Reflection on life as I roll down the road makes for a beautiful day!
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
David and I gave
each other bike hugs
we both are like
little kids when we cycle
Pedaling along our
newly asphalted roads
we drink in the
extraordinary
Florida sunsets
and admire the neatly
manicured front yards
of kind neighbors
Mike's tiny dog
"Lil Bit"
yelps protectively
as we rocket past his yard
a lot of folks have joined
the happy carefree world
of bicycling since the
corona crisis
I chose a tricycle
for my preferred ride
"Sai Purple Majesty"
jets down Beacon Street
Behind David's Red Cruiser
Laughing with glee
we ride off into the
glowing candy apple sunset
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC