"trikes" poems
you are not the pant of promises the night dances me, you
are not the dream my day would sleep for, you are
not the dusk cloying my day into stumbles into trees and over trikes
and I am not the dawn pulling night’s ******* back down.
I
am
the ladybug
in wind upon a stem planet-lit,
earnest are my chandelierwings.
I am the Blackbird ardent on melting snow. I, the am, the
moonwhorler pouring pale blueberry sunshine I slurry
the rare earth of your core
.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
As I set out
To jot down this poem
I had no earthly idea
Of what would transpose
And who all would be
Joining along
I'm as surprised as you
To these goings on
I don't recollect
Any of this being nearby
All the glimmer and glamor
Catching my eye
With my mind letting loose
In the wondering why
All of these characters
Are invading my rhymes
There are seals riding trikes
Uniformed Taiwanese
Clowns and their like
With smiley faced knees
Lepords in tights
Like we need more of these
A Kardashian or two
To put our minds at ease
Daryl Hall and John Oates
Singing loud 80's tunes
And what would be a poem
Without a cow jumping over the moon
Or a chimpanzee
Swinging through the stanzas with ease
Using the tails of snakes
Like a flying trapeze
There's even a racoon
By the name of Rocky we know
Using his Boogaloo
To sweep dust from the poem
And look it's Bob Hope
Selling soap on a rope
To keep it all clean
With a rated "G" tone
With so much going on
Inside of this poem
Guess it's best I stop here
As this has gotten rather long...
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
the owner operator
of the poetry
site
doesn't adhere to
his own guideline's
rite
it states that all members
must be
polite
yet he allowed slurs
from the Michigan
*****
one clearly recalls
what happened on that
day
a lowlife bloke used the term
***** in an offensive
way
whereupon the poetess who'd received
his nasty comment, left the site's
bay
she'd not be subject
to this derogatory
spray
no action taken against
the one in the
wrong
he still remains part
of the site's
throng
an injustice within
the owner's weak
song
the smell of it is unforgettable
of reeking
pong
would seem that the trash talker ****
does whatever he
likes
and the webmaster is complicit
in the words he
trikes
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
Pathway
Providing an edge to tarry or toil open pathways to anywhere
Like brooks connecting streams that flow into bigger rivers
Their history limitless as they connect footsteps, unite people or disconnect them mystery laid upon each square
Corner to corner varies widely whether local or foreign, goal of each walker differs
Walkways perpetually taking second place to a street that carries the name, standing as middle ground between the house and a thoroughfare
Gates can say OH WAIT or come on in bordered by fence of all flavors, always friendly with the footpath while adding totality to a structure
Tykes on trikes in training, Rises or falls caused many a bicycle blunder, either is fulfilling leaves lasting memory whether experienced or beginners
So many Hellos to neighbors or strangers a nod in passing payment to them for an unknown cause opening a chance to give a dull day a little luster R.C.
Aug 13, 2022
Aug 13, 2022 at 12:56 AM UTC