GET ON YOUR BIKES AND RIDE!

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any resemblance to, Political Correctness, Events, People, living, or dead,

is purely coincidental; original poems, opinions, photos, are the sole property of,

Salutations From Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk, Master 'o' da Farce,

and do not reflect those of, Google (blog);

names are changed to protect the

Pedal & Motor Powered Biker.

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Forget all you know or think you know about 21st Century Poetry, 

 it is not your Great Grandparents Poetry, 

 it is not your Grandparent's Poetry, 

 it is not your Parent's Poetry,

 it is 21st Century Poetry,

it is your poetry,

an evolution,

revolution

in verse; 

 see,

21st Century Poets are doing new things,

the old has fallen away. 

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"In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act"

Attributed to George Orwell

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 Welcome to, Salutations from, Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park Google Blog,

an online magazine published weekly, broadcasting

Positive Waves, Good Vibes, Honesty & Truth

across the virtual multiverse,

sharing poultry & photos chock full of sunshine and lollipops and...

a meditation focal point

Motor bicycling and motor tricycling season begins!

"Train up a child in the way they should go; even when they are old they will not depart from it.”

Proverbs 22:6

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How does one become a Motorcyclist...?

MIT: Motorcyclist In Training

(Bicycling Memories)

Three wheels to training wheels

rookie rider balances on two wheels

final trainer drops off

child released to exploration

boy pedals to new horizons

practicing safety guidelines taught,

independence, freedom, inspiration

sans driver's license

neighborhood opens up to infinity

and beyond

until dinner bell calls home.

No goggles, safety gear, or helmet

mad dog rides miles from home

solo and in groups

to work, school, play,

risking bodily injury, bloodshed,

confident in skills and trusty bicycle.

Race around corners,

jet down steep inclines,

 50 miles per hour-plus,

day trips to state parks

along dirty back roads, country lanes,

through forest, field, and sub-divisions;

four seasons, experiencing nature

and urban landscapes,

powering along swamp and woodland trails,

puddles splash legs and backside,

mush across snow laden yards,

baskets carry books, freight, and friends.

Night riding, like flying,

refreshing wind in face,

hair blows, aromas caught in nostrils,

take hands of handlebar grips,

outstretch arms like wings,

WHOOO-HOOOO!

an' den...at 13..

ride bitch on a

fully dressed

Honda Goldwing

elder sister's boyfriend at the helm,

a few miles up the street and back,

which changed everything.

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Motorcycle Memory

with pix of The Best Bike Brand on the Road

BMW!

Obi and BMW Bike similar to one he owned

1976 R90 

sans sidecar & saddle cases.

MOTORCYCLIST BADGE

(of Honor)

08/01/2014 @ 1:12 am

excerpt from

Backpack Travel Poems

Trusty blue overnight pack

strapped on my back

as I cycle northward

Lowell to Manchester on route 3/Everett Turnpike

scattered raindrops - random hard storm

spotty - clearing - grey - clouds - blue evening sky

I'll dry

for a few miles anyway

until - very thick - large - pouring - soaking

headlights sparkle star-like  blinding glass view

think about cell phone - contents of pack - journal

ride on unwavering to destination

nature's fury waning as approach address

scudding off - mist - wisps -drips

no worries, basement cluttered dryer waits.

Poet pair chill - Chef Ramsey watches establishment

laughter - coffee - tobacco - ganj' - jumpsuit loan

leaving time arrives - drive back way south

ground-fog rises from tarmac - steaming

high beam useless - roar around rolling corners

quick stretch stop - on to home - unload

old bag - water proofing long dry - cracked -

peeled - gone - weekend supplies - damp

yesterday's clothes - moist - these pages

wet around edges - red stains yellow - aged

and paper dries as I write.

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Thank you, Thank you, Thank you very much, 

 Your own, personal, Master 'o' da Farce,

Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk

at the confluence of the Pemigewasset and Winnipesaukee rivers,

where the Mighty Merrimack begins, Franklin, New Hampshire.

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