Bicycle Ride
by Pat Mullan
I sat on the cold handlebars
my thighs bone-tight to the metal
as you pushed me
Your breath spluttered
hot on my neck
like the engine in
your old Morris Minor
Up and up that brae
you pushed till you seemed
to stand still on the pedals
almost waiting to fall
Hailstones beat down
on my bare legs
till they were scourged red
but I don’t remember the pain
I only remember your strength
and your closeness.
We were never like that again.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- A DARK HOUSE by Satish Verma
- Robert Burns: On Chloris: Requesting me to give her a Spring of Blossomed Thorn.
- Even if I don’t hear your voice, I know by Vinko Kalinic
- Quarrel In Old Age by William Butler Yeats
- houses.html
- Robert Burns: Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods Near Drumlanrig:
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Закаляйся
- A Whirl-Blast From Behind The Hill by William Wordsworth
- Илона Грошева – Когда приходит Дима в парк
- I Make My bed Of Roses by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- The Importance of Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring
- Far Within Us #5 by Vasko Popa
- Ballade Against The Jesuits poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Владимир Лифшиц – Сверчок
- At First. To Charlotte Cushman. by Sidney Lanier
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
