"bycicle" poems
Across the plateau
The old fountain is
Quite new
In fact
Up
There is a better beat
A map of a jade lake
Reminded her of
Canues and free
Hiking rides,
Parachute
Glidings
Skis and skies
Playing with contours
Of trees around the
Shore, cracklings
Of tiny pebbles
Under her
Feet
Music in Jars
Shaking them
Vigorously happy
My laughter ! is a
Proof of your
Affection
Break me
With
Humourous
Tripple cascades
Enable cool
Water to
Vividly
Jump as
Mischievous
Children when
They dance The owls
Silent dance into the
First tinted night
A Waterfall
A tremendous
Magnetizing
Showering
Stares
Inner
Thoughts
She was a walking
Contemplation
Expecting her
Beloved to
Be there
She
Noticed
The Bycicle
Was not parked
At the bar's walls
Spirited eyes staring
At her steps and figure
He thinks he knows me
Then I am struck in awe
I know this wide fairness
Glowing across his forehead
He knows about the bluest
Seas yearning to touch the
Moon and the Stars on
Every woman he had
Loved. Passionately
Uncompromising
Determination
Speaking
Softly about his
Desire Wanting. . .
His poignant soul
Drowned in it's self
Familiar
With Self
Absorbed
Exploration
Solitude
Company. . . .
Even lovlier ***
Harmonic beats
Black trousers
**********
Black
On white
Yearnings
Loves rising
Loves
Falling
As a
Fragrant
Memory
As a Mirage
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
Spin-bycicle wheels
As I turn onto Salerno st.
A canal to cross
So I can toss
My backpack into bushes
Duct tape
Rubber gloves
This is love-true
Blade or tongue
I've become
Something
Poncho hood
In the wood
Calm
Begins to rain
Sane
Hammer-I feel
In my chest
Creeping mist
Tooth-smile
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
My favorite chocolate bicycle drips in the sun
I could smell it for miles, and they could too
sugary gooey, milky.
Bare feet sink into the pedals
squish through my toes
thick muddy
mouth-watering,
squelch.
Hands coated in
rich salted sweet
steering is difficult.
Delicious drizzles down my kneecaps and calves
**** sticking and sliding on the seat
I barely make it home with
all of the children rushing after me
to steal my chocolate bike
before it melts.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
i want to build new things
out of what you left me
but these bycicle tires are flat and
you smashed my teacups against the wall
i want to build new things
out of what you left me
but my voice is flat and
you smashed my heart against the wall
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
The scent of green grass
After a summer pouring rain day
The smell of wet sand and a wooden path to the beach
Chocolate cake with a m&m’s rainbow
(Also one in the sky)
The ice cream with my happy smile
Riding my little bycicle on my little city
But feeling so big
My mom’s hug and my dad’s joy
Gathering together around the dinner table
Stars above us, even brighter than usual
How i miss something i once had
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
I grew up overshadowed by lush fields
Couldn't catch the eye of no city boy
Here I am devoted to myself
How I love the way I look in blue jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye
Where the lush fields stand
And the flowing creeks surround
I'll ride my battered bycicle with you by my side
There's a whisper in the Nebraska breeze
Reminding me of home
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Home in the morning skies
You appear on the horizon
Brushing that curly hair from your eyes
The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement fields like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the birds
Don't live your life like a theif
Today might feel a time to be like a theif
But that ain't no way to lead a life
You know, there's a lot I drive by in my battered bycicle
Folk who is messing up
Always stay strong, my friend
Always stay strong
In Nebraska, when I was a child
I met a strong man
"How can you be so strong?" asked I
Here was his wise reply
Don't live your life like a theif
Today might feel a time to be like a theif
But that ain't no way to lead a life
Met an old lady who lived like a theif
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise
Don't live your life like a theif
Today might feel a time to be like a theif
But that ain't no way to lead a life
That lady's gone now
It's sad but true
Always stay strong, my friend
Always stay strong
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC