by Erin Cowart |
Categories:
life, love hurts,
Being a good person will take you far
Like one wheeled bicycles and dead battery cars
If you do your best things will turn out fine
Like gas on fires and bread with no yeast
Those jeans still fit
Like my hand in yours and yoga pants on a fat girl
Falling in love is fabulous
Like smelly garbage trucks and moldy fruit
Falling out of love is easy
Like rocket science and scaling cliffs
If you love someone they will love you back
Like cats love dogs and gay men love straight women
Like you love me….
by Mockingbird Stevenson |
Categories:
beautiful, celebration, cheer up, children, smile, summer,
A new sun is dawning
There's a glistening in the sky
Mother hens are chirping
As Magpies learn to fly
Children are on bicycles
New love is in the air
Ice cream stalls and fresh fruit
Summer is everywhere.
by James Fredholm |
Categories:
art, love,
With her hand, she drew perfect circles,
from balloons to bicycles, perfectly formed.
Devine, her lines were always exactly right,
she had the eye and the appetite.
To compensate, she hardly ever cried,
but her buttery eyes were warm to my sight.
She claimed the center of my centrifuge
with her gift of circles, she became a refuge.
But gravity pulls hard on shoulders and wheels
Even the planets are pulled into line.
The whirling dervishes have all disappeared
Gone to nirvana’s lost hemispheres.
A lifetime of circles she spanned every height,
With her arcing reminders of eternal light.
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
adventure, love,
I watched them spread the checkered cloth
To picnic in my yard;
Two bicyclers resting from the pace
Of pedaling so hard.
My Susie went to greet them.
I saw them share their lunch
With this sweet dog who wagged her tail
And matched them, munch for munch.
They didn’t see me peeping
From my window by myself.
They didn’t know the memories
I had tucked upon a shelf,
The memories that came tumbling down
From that tall hiding place.
They brought with them a picture of
My lost love’s laughing face,
Of bicycles of the long ago
When we would, just as they,
Go pedaling with a picnic lunch
On Spring’s first sunny day.
by Anthony Romano |
Categories:
angst, father, sad, social,
The creaking door announces
Workboots demeaning the “Welcome Mat”
Pillow touched voices grow closer
Harder
Closer
Apple grass licks my bare feet
As I launch from
The room soon corrupted
By sugar filled noses
And failed breathalyzers
And thrown utensils
And threatened throats
Coated with failed divorce
And corrupt psychology
And unanswered questions
And dollar bill love,
But my love costs more
Than cherry bicycles
And lightning scooters.
by Ernest Robles |
Categories:
poetry,
Four leaves --> one dies
as before
Chains like a noose
My dear, a cartoon --
Cheerios and cool-aid
My knees bleeding /
mom I fell \ my mood
changed again / here again
_darkness again!
Save Kids and food
Watch wallet ...
accounts like numbers
falling waters drowning
kids -- but you don't know
what it means but you don't
want to know what it means
"We're drowning/singing\
and you love us any who"/
We could ask for more --
hesitation like a whore
thinks what is darkness --
less or more?
We don't ask and don't ever
ask more | riding bicycles
we're just youth in a degenerated
society.
And Nice so nice to breath
Oh so nice to be just us.
:: 11-27-2017 ::
by Clive Culverhouse |
Categories:
kiss, life, love, meaningful, places, relationship, romantic,
you always had a way with words
like Amsterdam
whose running rhymes
of bicycles and harpsichords
and bridges over canals caused
us both to steer each other's hold
to mouths whose distance
was decreasing,
slowly through museum pieces
though I always hoped to linger
nestled inside yours
by John Crawford |
Categories:
love, youth,
Music And Love
The Allegro
With its lively quickness
Will accompany the young lovers
As they ride their bicycles
Along the winding country roads
The Adagio
With its tender seductive melody
Will accompany nascent Love
Sumptuous harmonies
Will caress their heart
As they embrace and kiss
The Vivace
With its spirited vibrant momentum
Will take their passion
On wings of love
To soar the azure sky
*
by Marco Chies |
Categories:
allusion, angst, metaphor,
and those
who didn't have your behavior
that sweet resembles mine
that is, those
that were abrupt and fierce
claw hands and old eyes
you know the old foxes they are wise
have the cunning of scoundrels
stealths, they plan blows and ambushes
and we naive watched the sunset
happy fools looking at the colorful clouds
we are touched by children and bicycles
eternal aliens to the far-fetched gaze
of those who watch us without love
those who carry sarcasm on their skin
smells good looks like perfume
but it's just villainy and rancor.