Open Poetry #22 |
Bike Flying |
1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
Bike Flying his life is a gentle eagles flight does not want to be a kite has no ties to hands with strings just the clouds the sky and wings he found a place soft as feather upon his back a cloak of leather he flies so high upon the streets a different man to all he meets I’m not disappointed, I never expected anything from you. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Helen, Is that legal? If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(sigh) Oh my gosh, this is so creative and original, sweet friend, it's almost like he is all transparent and just when you think you know him he is long gone! (sigh) This is brilliant, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Helen, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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The Crimson Knight Member
since 2002-09-16
Posts 57Reno, NV |
I really Like this and can identify with it, a truely great write |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Awesome write Helen!! Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Helen, Well said and well done. Enjoyed |
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Amature2 Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 416 |
1slick_lady this is such a wonderful poem. I especially like the ending. "he flies so high upon the streets a different man to all he meets" This is excellent, thank you for sharing. |
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