Long Cyclists Poems

"Oh, indeed she was, young man ... I mean Greg. It IS Greg, if I recall correctly?"
     "Yes. Or you can call me True Friend if you like." I turned to...

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Unquotable Quotes VIIIL : SEXUAL HARASSMENT* - the feminist kind

(*”aggressive pressure or intimidation”: Is it really “any different” in most cases in the act, judging by Hollywood standards?)

STOP: ARREST ALL GIRLS
 - standing with legs...

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The candle light never stopped burning for aeons ago,
A hushed rustle of applause testified to a widespread approbation,
That was on the day he was certificated in the University,
Indeed, he was a bookish arbiter of conduct;...

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In the City of Light, a new flame ignites
Olympic fire burns, burning bright nights
Paris springs to life, life in full swing
As champions spring forth, forth they spring

The Seine flows with dreams, dreams flow fast
Flowing with...

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My middle aged spread is just spreading
So I thought I should join a new gym
Got to fit in my dress for a wedding
With some exercise I could get thin

I’ve got these new gym pants that...

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I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho 
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful 
my seat on my cycle 
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike 

I’ll jump...

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Tuesday. 
Th sun is faint, but our precious breeze 
is alive.
An afternoon of walking.
Walking and feeling and seeing.
An unmarked route around Hermosa Beach.
My only chore of the afternoon was to the bank.
Plenty of pedestrians sharing...

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I was not born here but I’ll probably see out my years here.
Circumstances brought me here twenty or so years ago and I’m still here
It’s a river town, a fisherman’s town and a day tripper’s...

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Market stall sellers, spewing out cheap tat, for bargain hunting peabrains parting with their cash; items disintegrating from one single use.

City traders impress with tall tales of the day, lapping up each others crap enjoying...

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We are happy about the music,
a Mozart serenade that is not too dangerously deep.
Somewhere in the night
angels are falling off their nightmares,
black horse escaping on an ebbing tide.

Mozart is a skinny youth, his pink bubble...

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There is a presence to a Sunday morning,
an ease.  People waiting on line for their
coffee seem more animated, less agitated,
friendlier….almost chatty.  The traffic seems
to get along better too.  No schedules demand
cut throat...

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Seeming unseeing, expressionless being
Asleep in this wide awake town 
Leant on the side of a bridge cross the river 
Her gaze and demeanour are down

Considered a knife for taking her life
But thoughts of whom-ever might...

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Headed for the tower  

Watch the legs supply the power  

Using a simple two-wheel device  

Spirited competitive ride healthy and nice  

This athletic mechanical dance  

Traveling the scenic villages throughout...

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Oh, the sunlight heals my soul, right
here in the middle of May.
Fairness and sanity require that
you report a perfect day.

Sunday afternoon, mountain high clouds in the blue,
and a single engine plane somewhere up there
to remind...

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This is the road that leads to my father's home
It is old and dusty with bullock-carts creaking,
Carrying the  heavy weight of the freshly cut sugar-cane
To the mills nearby for our sugar laden tables,
Piled in...

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An Image of the Traffic in Kolkata                            ...

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I left at 6:30 for the 7 pm meeting.
I wanted to be early to find a seat near the speaker.
As I crossed over the bridge on the westside of town
I could see the traffic lights...

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I've got a pile of porn mags
I keep them in my shed
When I look at them I get excited 
They're an erection collection

I like to keep things tidy
When I have to  handwrite
So I've a...

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May your day be clad in bright chitenge          (colorful flowing garments)
and your ears filled with the music of falling waters! 

Lwa mitonda , kaizeli!  ...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Five

All day she toiled to keep her knees and busts in position
The Mairie’s serrated metal-hearted spool of derision
And the glinting fly-eye cutaways of the Prefecture
She who must mind...

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I’m very pleased to introduce to you
something once a toy made completely new.

All you need are two good legs and balance! But it’s not a bike.
It’s as healthy as biking, so cyclists, take a hike!

It’s...

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A flight of birds
Flaunt their enormous wings
Spying the light blue skies,
Of a city protected by trees
Whose sheer leaves 
Dance with the January breeze
That hovers over
A people of different origins

A chrysalis unborn,
Wrapped tightly with love
Soon to...

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The bicycle Tour of Britain
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

The tour of Britain’s is coming here.
To Suffolk County, do you hear?
To see those riders is such a sight.
As...

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The clock on the wall
Just past boring.
Today’s Big decision is crumpets
And Charlie Stayt on the BBC  still boring.
Today’s news is Covid 19.
The homes been put under the hammer
and martins told me to do my...

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When I first visited Saigon
Learning the Saigon Shuffle
Was difficult 

And now 24 years later
It all seems to be coming back

There is an art to crossing the street
Dodging the motor cyclists, the taxis, the private cars
The...

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