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Returned to where I grew up
the house was there
home was not
Haiku
Manx May 18
If electric bicycles
Are not technically vehicles;
Then they are subject
To the same rules, protections, and treatments
As that of pedestrians & traditional cyclists.

If electric bicycles
Are technically vehicles;
Then they are subject
To the same laws, accommodations, and treatments
As that of operators & traditional motorists.

You can have elements of either
Without the full embrace of one,
But this creates confusion.
Not only on the part of the individual,
But legislatively & judicially.
Ay, good thing we tore up all our canals and were rid of all our trolleys. At least, mostly.
patient, optimistic travelers
gliding soundlessly along
moving walkways while sun falls
across gleaming surfaces
of aluminum, glass and peace
Gabbro May 13
Acrost a narrow sea
In a Bazaar of salts and soaps
I see only purple, smell only lavender
In a world of scents and colors,

Through countless city streets
Strange and foreign from my own
I see architectural wonders
Every building, seems sketched by you

50 feet from where I sleep
5000 miles from home
As I shop for you In this Papeleria,
The speakers play our songs.

In a botanical garden
Far different from our preserve
I try to draw a flower,  because
I saw one, pinkish-orange

It's hard to be in cities
It's hard to be outside
Not because of memories
Or because reminders hurt

But when you make the world
An inspiration, everywhere I go,
A million poems lodge inside me
Thousands more than you could know

I wish all my thoughts
Could break free and kiss the page
But I’m limited
For T
S May 13
I wish I could go back in time and make myself more important to you.
Bard of Blyth Apr 22
Alarms go we’ve got a situation
Pod 1 is dead
Pod 2 is dead
Pod 3 is…
Alarms go this is no simulation
Oxygen in red
Oxygen in red
Oxygen!

Captains log I’ve lost my whole crew
May they rest in peace
I must carry on our mission alone
A promise i’ll keep
Tell their loved ones they were brave
They died at peace in their sleep
Tell their loved ones they died in space
Please do not weep.

I must carry on
complete the mission
I must carry on
For the good of mankind
I must carry on
In this steel prison
I wish I could turn back time and rewind.

Captains log the last survivor of this ship
Going solo for the rest of this trip
I’m going to do this for my comrades
A promise I must keep
Tell their loved ones they were brave
They died at peace in their sleep
Tell their loved ones they died in space
Please do not weep.

I must carry on
complete the mission
I must carry on
For the good of mankind
I must carry on
In this steel prison
I wish I could turn back time and rewind.

Gods speed at near the speed of light
You’ll never age nor feel no pain
You’ll reign long and prosper
No chains you’re free.
Gods speed at near the speed of light
You’ll never age nor feel no pain
You’ll reign long and prosper
No chains you’re free.

I must carry on
complete the mission
I must carry on
For the good of mankind
I must carry on
In this steel prison
I wish I could turn back time and rewind.
Bard of Blyth Apr 22
In the depths of space
Time goes slowly
I get a little lonely
I miss your face
I kind of feel out of place
I’m convinced wholly
That you’ve moved on surely
Oh what a waste.

Captains log I’m feeling blue
Space flight just passing through
The Oort Cloud, interstellar stew
Maybe I could turn back?
Captains log I’m thinking of you
It’s true I don’t know what to do
Maybe I could abandon the crew?
But that would do me no good
I just can’t escape your ghost
You haunt me the most
Whom I gonna call out here?

In the depths of space
Time goes slowly
I get a little lonely
I miss your face

Time doesn’t matter
When you cant flatter
Now that thought cuts like a dagger
I hope that your safe
While I’m stuck here in space
In stasis a heart can still shatter
Space sickness *****
Space sickness ***** *****
The earth is barely a dot
And I ******* miss you a lot
So i can’t view your story
To see what you’ve had for lunch
I can’t even see that pretty face scrunch
I have to use my memory
But my battery is empty
And I always thought it was like a sponge
Maybe I should just go to sleep
Space is desolate when you get deep

In the depths of space
Time goes slowly
I get a little lonely
I miss your face
I kind of feel out of place
I’m convinced wholly
That you’ve moved on surely
Oh what a waste.
In the shadows she now stands
a bridge to the past
a link to yesteryear.

Beside her modern day brother
of concrete and steel
she whispers " I'm still here"

She doesn't pale in comparison
that fact is clear.

She shines in the sun,
in a weathered sort of way.

Saying "Remember me"
I'll be gone someday.

My purpose is now much grander
than just reaching from one side to the other.

I reach into history, into the memories
of those who remember me,
when I was vital
when I was necessary.

Not many left now,
of them, or of those like me.

So visit when you can,
hold a loved one's hand,
and pass beneath my eves.

"We're still here", so make new memories.

Cause when we're gone we're gone,
and all that will remain,
Is faded photos, old stories,
and memories.
North Carolina is home to 2 of only a couple hundred covered bridges left in America.
I visited the Pisgah Covered Bridge in Asheboro, NC which is only a short drive from my home in Thomasville, NC
and I wrote this poem and filmed a video for my you tube channel.
Check it out at

https://youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Thanks.
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