Bikes bring you places
Rugged terrain, dense forest
That cars never see.
Those Bikes
See the goth heavy metal custom motorcycle
Ride past with a long haired rider
Dressed how they should be dressed
Black jeans t shirt denim leather
Low rider chopper as it should be
With twin coffin saddle bags
What a ride to the other side
Give him Devil fingers\M/!
Then there was a classic looking bike
Parked up alone
And I saw two racing bikes
One with a fairing the other naked
Heard his engine as he passed
A man asked me on the bridge
Where am I going?
Planet Mars on a custom bike
With my chick and loud tunes
Hissing cars
Swishing trucks
Rumbling bikes
Life is a highway
Really?
Combusting cylinders
Pumping pistons
Turning crankshaft
Spinning flywheel
Engaging transmission
Motoring drive
Tranferring power
Rolling tires
Hissing
Swishing
Rumbling
Crash and burn
Life goes on
What's cooler and juicier
Than a long-striped rime of green,
Whose internals are fortified with
An explosion of mesmerizing desire?
Or a total circle of green without stripes,
Protectively enclosing the best of eats,
Thoroughly permeated by the color of pure red,
And speckled throughout with seeds of black?
Or if you prefer, no seeds at all to delay your treat.
And what's more tastier my friend, than a softly textured cut
Of mouth-watering goodness bite after bite after watery bite?
An oasis of succulence and sweetness to the taste of healthy Goodness awaits our sense of taste each summer with nothing To prep; nothing to waste. A watermelon sweet and cold is Like A free-wheeling bicycle ride along the countryside.
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On gravel mountain path,
underneath shadowed pine crowns: friends ride mountain bikes,
where none hath
neath sapphire sky.
Roller coaster, fun lighting strikes,
runs bye.
Wearing
down bends, turnpikes,
in
swooping dust inward wrath.
Their enlivening heartbeat spikes.
Win!
4/3/2022
Minichu
6 12 3 -4 8 2 -2 4 1 – 6 8 1
Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD.
Along the hikes of thunder spikes
The rest of us are scared
Nobody likes the lightning strikes
That catch us unprepared
Except the tykes who ride the bikes
That somebody repaired.
Submitted to the
Bite Size Poem no17 Poetry Contest
on August 15, 2021
At times our Golden tends to go awry
She chases people on bikes, let me clarify
She doesn't ride the bike
Doesn't own one, no dice
You thought I meant our doggie, needs no reply
How do cops on bikes arrest someone
They say, “Get in the basket till I finish my muffin”
Now why do cops
Love donut shops
Donuts tend to make them big and strong and tough-n
Four pedals rusting --
screech of bikes
grates love’s uphill climb
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Biker’s Dozen for Maureen McGreavy
10/3/2018
bikes hiku
from trikes to bikes
to speed needs thigh straddled ~
male toy cycle
they go fast and slow
up down and around
some ride together
in the nices weather
side by side
they ride and talk
its
BIKES AND BORAD WALK
Snakes and Bikes
Snakes rides bicycles
Snakes can't ride bikes got no legs
They just wrap around
by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/24/17
Beetles on wheels
Carrying lazy men or women
On their dead backs
Wonder how police on bikes arrest people
"Alright, get in the basket, you did something illegal
Get your bum in there
It's just like a chair
Feet away from spokes or we'll land on our keesters"
What's with you all guys in
your spandex on spokes,
bearing down like demons
on us poor ambulating folks?
It won't be so funny,
surely no little joke,
if you crash into us
we'll (both) look like
broken egg-yolks
So, try to have courtesy
at least, show some respect
cause when you're
travelling that fast,
who knows what to expect
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