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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 22, 2021 16:06:47 GMT -6
Mystic Lovers On Bicycles
Bicycling down student row Where the bar scene gets in gear While we cruise the path Where even police demur Through night pitch as the velvet hair Of my bicycle girl in our double star Whose tresses are ribbons For a Halloween party girl But with raspberry lips Instead of charcoal And nude fingernails We pedal like madhouse escapees On a flight to where crazy Becomes Stan & Stella impressionists In a watering hole known as The Bayou Where the only catfish that swim Are beer bearers in the lush night But we haven’t ridden seven miles For hops and barley Our tastes are for the Costa Rican bean brew An aperitif for the smear of lipstick On lips steamed by coffee
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 22, 2021 21:16:16 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 22, 2021 21:29:08 GMT -6
Incredibly fiery in the spirit of my poem. I thank you for blessing my poem with your art. It completes the creative process I started.
XoXoXo John
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Post by goldenmyst on Apr 2, 2021 17:54:34 GMT -6
Just wanted to add, that this poem is a true story of a bicycle ride my wife and I took together long ago.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Apr 3, 2021 11:33:09 GMT -6
Nice memory, John.
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Post by goldenmyst on Apr 3, 2021 15:16:27 GMT -6
I just walked the path described in this poem. Maybe six or seven miles. Beautiful day for a walk and to remember my wife and my walks in this same place.
XoXoXo John
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