Bike Poetry

[beelnite]

Feeling inspired? How about some Bike Poetry?

I won't start cuz that's self-serving. Take the lane.

[Attornatus_Oregonensis]

riding through the wind and rain
past the damn cagers, what a pain
one less car on the roads
is mine, yours, and everyone's gain

[true]

Please don't tell my old Panasonic
I'm dreaming Vanilla, something chronic.
N - A - H - B - S -
Can't afford a hat- a frame? Much less.
No fear, Ol' Faithful, with you I'll stick.

[wsbob]

Hey, beelnite, did you ever happen to see this thread?:

bike haiku

There's a quote from shakespeare that alludes to flowers, specifically the rose. Couldn't find it to know exactly how it goes, so I could borrow it's form. The following kind of reminds me of it:

'By means of traveling in this little paradise, me likes the bike the best.'

*True....whoo-hoo!...that's funny!

[Oldguyonabike]

Hope you get more hooks than I did, beelnite.
Thanks wsbob for bringing it back out.

there once was a biker from portland...

(to be continued)

[beelnite]

Thanks for the link wsbob - Irony - one year later, Bike Poetry is back!

Ahhh Newbies!

Scat poem:

Wrecked, old body
worse shape than the bike
two-fifty at the bike shop
now look at my pride
solid ride sleek like new
body can't be far behind

Can it?

[Attornatus_Oregonensis]

Say it with me, like the French: de - rail - yeur. Not de-railer.

Oh, how I love my derailleur
as I fly past the hipsters without failure
You are an object of human ingenuity
like the works of Norman Mailer

I can ride faster because my gears are not fixed
I can shift you between and betwixt
quicker on the climb, and on the descent
I adjust my power to one hundred percent

Oh, derailleur, how could anyone forsake you?
you are an engineering marvel, and functional too
I suspect it's more about fashion than simplicity
Oh, derailleur, why can't they see -
You are the ultimate in bike utility!

[flying_dutchman]

When you ride your bicycle in
You won't remain neat as a pin
But you can stay moist
With Beers that you hoist
And still remain lanky and thin

[wsbob]

flying_dutchman, ...aye matey, hoist one for me!

Here's one in recognition of the mis-management over at the handmade bike show:

They gazed on those bikes, minds thus addled

Such wonders few dreamed of before.

Floating on out upon clouds so created

some minds became really befuddled.

How could this be, please explain, where's the wrong?

Of their own humble bikes, now long gone?

where welcome was present, the planning was not

misinformed... thanks to you, they're just gone!

[K'Tesh]

The Road, Sky and Mountain

You watch as the pedals move
in a never ending circle,
twin wheels beat the pavement
smoothly silent.
The red bags hanging on the front
flap slowly in the pine scented breeze.

The sky is perfect
few puffy bright clouds
against the morning sun.
A hawk catches the first thermal,
spinning in the sky.

The whistle of a car's wheels behind
is followed by a quick rush of wind,
and the glint of the sun off the window.

The road is straight and narrow
unbending for miles.
Trees, needle thin, point to heaven,
yet the road points to the snow capped peak
miles away,
never growing or shrinking as you pedal to it.


Submitted by the author, James C. Parsons
Copyright 1987, All Rights Reserved

I wrote this in highschool english. It was entered into the Young Writers Competition put on by the Oregon Arts Commission 1987. It won.

It was my personal dream to ride in Eastern Oregon, on those straight, long roads towards, what I imagine is Mount Hood. I haven't been out in the Bend area since I was a kid. I has yet to happen, and I still have the red bags.


This is similiar to what I was thinking of, but the trees are much thinner in my memory.

Rubberside Down!
K'Tesh