Wheels hum beneath him as he passes a potter’s field—a resting place for the discarded: criminals, atheists, witches. A chill prickles his skin. The wind whispers their stories, and he realizes—he’s not just riding, he’s fleeing the fear of being forgotten too.
#hbp110
#hbp110
Concept: A sudden realization while biking. #hbp110
![Photo: Cyclist on the pavement of Place d'Italie in Paris, on a snowy day. Source: This photo was taken by Roman Bonnefoy ( Romanceor [parlons-en]), CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:5czgnb5wwkj2jlu7mdqciavg/bafkreihntzeec3x6vm7xbec6oml6byvioweos7yvwfvmvcee7gsdoyjv2a)
February 13, 2025 at 2:42 PM
Wheels hum beneath him as he passes a potter’s field—a resting place for the discarded: criminals, atheists, witches. A chill prickles his skin. The wind whispers their stories, and he realizes—he’s not just riding, he’s fleeing the fear of being forgotten too.
#hbp110
#hbp110
Feb 15 #BlueSky #haiku, from posts by @cayotebayou.bsky.social, @halfbakedprompts.bsky.social, & @createtheripple.bsky.social
the federal death
sudden realization
action - it’s a way
#Animation made in Snapchat.
#hbp110 #micropoetry #FoundPoetry #poetry #poem #politics #action #realization
the federal death
sudden realization
action - it’s a way
#Animation made in Snapchat.
#hbp110 #micropoetry #FoundPoetry #poetry #poem #politics #action #realization
February 15, 2025 at 12:03 PM
Feb 15 #BlueSky #haiku, from posts by @cayotebayou.bsky.social, @halfbakedprompts.bsky.social, & @createtheripple.bsky.social
the federal death
sudden realization
action - it’s a way
#Animation made in Snapchat.
#hbp110 #micropoetry #FoundPoetry #poetry #poem #politics #action #realization
the federal death
sudden realization
action - it’s a way
#Animation made in Snapchat.
#hbp110 #micropoetry #FoundPoetry #poetry #poem #politics #action #realization
World rushing
Wind gushing
Rustling
Leaves
Gray hairs
Dancing
Rain pouring
Mood souring
Legs burning
Puddles rising
Tires splashing
Water
Drowning worries
As the world
Fades
Into foggy
Hues
Of depressive
Thoughts
Society
Self destructing
Tariffs
Laughing
As lies spin
A web
Entangling
Tires
#hbp110
Wind gushing
Rustling
Leaves
Gray hairs
Dancing
Rain pouring
Mood souring
Legs burning
Puddles rising
Tires splashing
Water
Drowning worries
As the world
Fades
Into foggy
Hues
Of depressive
Thoughts
Society
Self destructing
Tariffs
Laughing
As lies spin
A web
Entangling
Tires
#hbp110
February 14, 2025 at 4:29 AM
World rushing
Wind gushing
Rustling
Leaves
Gray hairs
Dancing
Rain pouring
Mood souring
Legs burning
Puddles rising
Tires splashing
Water
Drowning worries
As the world
Fades
Into foggy
Hues
Of depressive
Thoughts
Society
Self destructing
Tariffs
Laughing
As lies spin
A web
Entangling
Tires
#hbp110
Wind gushing
Rustling
Leaves
Gray hairs
Dancing
Rain pouring
Mood souring
Legs burning
Puddles rising
Tires splashing
Water
Drowning worries
As the world
Fades
Into foggy
Hues
Of depressive
Thoughts
Society
Self destructing
Tariffs
Laughing
As lies spin
A web
Entangling
Tires
#hbp110
After each show, Skiff Tugboat goes for a bike ride. On Gitch X he realizes that #SafeHaven Harbour is a complete misnomer. Teen gangs steal all his clothes.
Briefly: underdressed, he understands he's underestimated the underplay of the underage underhanded underworld for underwear.
#vss365 #hbp110
Briefly: underdressed, he understands he's underestimated the underplay of the underage underhanded underworld for underwear.
#vss365 #hbp110
February 14, 2025 at 12:25 AM
After each show, Skiff Tugboat goes for a bike ride. On Gitch X he realizes that #SafeHaven Harbour is a complete misnomer. Teen gangs steal all his clothes.
Briefly: underdressed, he understands he's underestimated the underplay of the underage underhanded underworld for underwear.
#vss365 #hbp110
Briefly: underdressed, he understands he's underestimated the underplay of the underage underhanded underworld for underwear.
#vss365 #hbp110
In the yard, her great-granddaughter's bike abandoned.
She picks it up, struggles onto the seat, pushes off, wobbly at first.
Frail legs, a risk.
She remembers another bike, documents in the frame tube: youth, another risk, and resistance, allies, hope of a better future.
For naught?
#hbp110
She picks it up, struggles onto the seat, pushes off, wobbly at first.
Frail legs, a risk.
She remembers another bike, documents in the frame tube: youth, another risk, and resistance, allies, hope of a better future.
For naught?
#hbp110
Concept: A sudden realization while biking. #hbp110
February 13, 2025 at 7:53 PM
In the yard, her great-granddaughter's bike abandoned.
She picks it up, struggles onto the seat, pushes off, wobbly at first.
Frail legs, a risk.
She remembers another bike, documents in the frame tube: youth, another risk, and resistance, allies, hope of a better future.
For naught?
#hbp110
She picks it up, struggles onto the seat, pushes off, wobbly at first.
Frail legs, a risk.
She remembers another bike, documents in the frame tube: youth, another risk, and resistance, allies, hope of a better future.
For naught?
#hbp110
Jin had a sudden realization while biking through the San Francisco streets searching for Gibson. Perhaps, the reason why Gibson stayed so long with Stella was due to loneliness. With Stella being gone and vengeful, Gibson developed intense agoraphobia and relied on the Androids. #hbp110
Concept: A sudden realization while biking. #hbp110
February 13, 2025 at 8:43 PM
Jin had a sudden realization while biking through the San Francisco streets searching for Gibson. Perhaps, the reason why Gibson stayed so long with Stella was due to loneliness. With Stella being gone and vengeful, Gibson developed intense agoraphobia and relied on the Androids. #hbp110
It was of great import, Euphegenia noted, as the handlebars slipped from her grip, to keep one's heart open to self-reflection, self-love.
But, she resolved, as she tumbled arse over teakettle, it was just as important to keep one's eyes open for the rock in her path, the sudden stop. #hbp110
But, she resolved, as she tumbled arse over teakettle, it was just as important to keep one's eyes open for the rock in her path, the sudden stop. #hbp110
Concept: A sudden realization while biking. #hbp110
February 13, 2025 at 10:49 PM
It was of great import, Euphegenia noted, as the handlebars slipped from her grip, to keep one's heart open to self-reflection, self-love.
But, she resolved, as she tumbled arse over teakettle, it was just as important to keep one's eyes open for the rock in her path, the sudden stop. #hbp110
But, she resolved, as she tumbled arse over teakettle, it was just as important to keep one's eyes open for the rock in her path, the sudden stop. #hbp110
While cartwheeling over the handlebars, time stopped, and the boy had a thought:
'Braking on gravel is a very bad idea.'
Then time restarted, and he skidded down the road on the left side of his face, the gravel callously scouring crimson canyons of retribution. And then the pain hit.
#hbp110 #vss
'Braking on gravel is a very bad idea.'
Then time restarted, and he skidded down the road on the left side of his face, the gravel callously scouring crimson canyons of retribution. And then the pain hit.
#hbp110 #vss
Concept: A sudden realization while biking. #hbp110
February 13, 2025 at 3:43 PM
Suddenly Stanley nearly fell off his bike when he had a moment of realization that rocked his world.
“Holy Lemon Custard Pie!” Suddenly thought to himself..,
“These aren’t my clothes!”
His world would never be the same.
#hbp110
“Holy Lemon Custard Pie!” Suddenly thought to himself..,
“These aren’t my clothes!”
His world would never be the same.
#hbp110
February 13, 2025 at 2:17 PM
Suddenly Stanley nearly fell off his bike when he had a moment of realization that rocked his world.
“Holy Lemon Custard Pie!” Suddenly thought to himself..,
“These aren’t my clothes!”
His world would never be the same.
#hbp110
“Holy Lemon Custard Pie!” Suddenly thought to himself..,
“These aren’t my clothes!”
His world would never be the same.
#hbp110
#hbp110
A gleaming red bike glided by, passing beneath the overpass like a streak of fire. As it curved around the bend, Gretchen got a better look at it. She suddenly stopped walking. Was it a trick of the light? She rubbed her eyes and looked again.
The bike had no rider.
A gleaming red bike glided by, passing beneath the overpass like a streak of fire. As it curved around the bend, Gretchen got a better look at it. She suddenly stopped walking. Was it a trick of the light? She rubbed her eyes and looked again.
The bike had no rider.
February 13, 2025 at 6:26 PM
#hbp110
A gleaming red bike glided by, passing beneath the overpass like a streak of fire. As it curved around the bend, Gretchen got a better look at it. She suddenly stopped walking. Was it a trick of the light? She rubbed her eyes and looked again.
The bike had no rider.
A gleaming red bike glided by, passing beneath the overpass like a streak of fire. As it curved around the bend, Gretchen got a better look at it. She suddenly stopped walking. Was it a trick of the light? She rubbed her eyes and looked again.
The bike had no rider.
A sudden realization struck me while biking. A young boy wanting to impress a lovely Miss Ava who’d been staying at her aunt’s home nearby, one late summer evening I took to riding my bike sans hands, placing my attention on her face to see if she noticed. She did notice me wipe out.
#hbp110
#hbp110
February 13, 2025 at 4:43 PM
A sudden realization struck me while biking. A young boy wanting to impress a lovely Miss Ava who’d been staying at her aunt’s home nearby, one late summer evening I took to riding my bike sans hands, placing my attention on her face to see if she noticed. She did notice me wipe out.
#hbp110
#hbp110
It was a glorious day. Fresh leaves on the oaks, knee-deep wild oats -winter had been generous with rain- legs moving up, down, almost effortlessly...
A slight ache in her heart??
Ah. Grief was almost gone, on this, the 23rd anniversary. #hbp110 #Iamwriting #Prompt
A slight ache in her heart??
Ah. Grief was almost gone, on this, the 23rd anniversary. #hbp110 #Iamwriting #Prompt
February 13, 2025 at 4:13 PM
It was a glorious day. Fresh leaves on the oaks, knee-deep wild oats -winter had been generous with rain- legs moving up, down, almost effortlessly...
A slight ache in her heart??
Ah. Grief was almost gone, on this, the 23rd anniversary. #hbp110 #Iamwriting #Prompt
A slight ache in her heart??
Ah. Grief was almost gone, on this, the 23rd anniversary. #hbp110 #Iamwriting #Prompt
Tires,
Check.
Handles,
Check.
Brakes,
Doublecheck.
Ah yes, it was going to be a lovely day for a ride to the high street and maybe once around the park. I whistled as I set out from home. The cool breeze wafting wildflowers, singing of peace.
And then it hit me-not a car-I forgot my bike.
#hbp110
Check.
Handles,
Check.
Brakes,
Doublecheck.
Ah yes, it was going to be a lovely day for a ride to the high street and maybe once around the park. I whistled as I set out from home. The cool breeze wafting wildflowers, singing of peace.
And then it hit me-not a car-I forgot my bike.
#hbp110
February 13, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Tires,
Check.
Handles,
Check.
Brakes,
Doublecheck.
Ah yes, it was going to be a lovely day for a ride to the high street and maybe once around the park. I whistled as I set out from home. The cool breeze wafting wildflowers, singing of peace.
And then it hit me-not a car-I forgot my bike.
#hbp110
Check.
Handles,
Check.
Brakes,
Doublecheck.
Ah yes, it was going to be a lovely day for a ride to the high street and maybe once around the park. I whistled as I set out from home. The cool breeze wafting wildflowers, singing of peace.
And then it hit me-not a car-I forgot my bike.
#hbp110
Biking through farm country is the best morning exercise. The smell of fresh hay and manure always makes my heart sing.
Coffee clashes with stale booze, honking fills my ears, the world is off. I turn my bike toward the barn and slam into the ground. "Oh, yeah, I moved to the city." Sigh.
#hbp110
Coffee clashes with stale booze, honking fills my ears, the world is off. I turn my bike toward the barn and slam into the ground. "Oh, yeah, I moved to the city." Sigh.
#hbp110
Concept: A sudden realization while biking. #hbp110
February 13, 2025 at 3:04 PM
Biking through farm country is the best morning exercise. The smell of fresh hay and manure always makes my heart sing.
Coffee clashes with stale booze, honking fills my ears, the world is off. I turn my bike toward the barn and slam into the ground. "Oh, yeah, I moved to the city." Sigh.
#hbp110
Coffee clashes with stale booze, honking fills my ears, the world is off. I turn my bike toward the barn and slam into the ground. "Oh, yeah, I moved to the city." Sigh.
#hbp110
While on the bike
Kitten found out
That she was lost
Without a doubt
Tired, confused
Yet still so cute
She hoped to find
The correct route
It was too late
She drove half way
To the next room
By end of day
If you see her
Make sure you say
“PsPsPsPs
Are you ok?”
#Poetry #Cats #hbp #hbp110
Kitten found out
That she was lost
Without a doubt
Tired, confused
Yet still so cute
She hoped to find
The correct route
It was too late
She drove half way
To the next room
By end of day
If you see her
Make sure you say
“PsPsPsPs
Are you ok?”
#Poetry #Cats #hbp #hbp110
a small puppy is riding a toy scooter on a tiled floor .
ALT: a small puppy is riding a toy scooter on a tiled floor .
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February 13, 2025 at 5:03 PM
It’s as easy as riding a bike, he said, laughing. And she smiled & fell back into a time of skinned knees and bruised elbows. She vowed after flying over the handlebars & nearly blinding herself in a holly bush that she would never pump a pedal again.
You got this. I’m gonna let go now. 1/2 #hbp110
You got this. I’m gonna let go now. 1/2 #hbp110
February 14, 2025 at 2:17 AM
It’s as easy as riding a bike, he said, laughing. And she smiled & fell back into a time of skinned knees and bruised elbows. She vowed after flying over the handlebars & nearly blinding herself in a holly bush that she would never pump a pedal again.
You got this. I’m gonna let go now. 1/2 #hbp110
You got this. I’m gonna let go now. 1/2 #hbp110
While riding my bike from school
I realized somethin cool
My bestie,neighborhood cat
Had peed on my bully’s hat
A hi5 was in order
As I rode fast towards her
This friendship we have is real
Our bond is as strong as steel
Next time I hope she will pee
Inside my mean auntie’s tea
#Poetry #Cats #hbp110
I realized somethin cool
My bestie,neighborhood cat
Had peed on my bully’s hat
A hi5 was in order
As I rode fast towards her
This friendship we have is real
Our bond is as strong as steel
Next time I hope she will pee
Inside my mean auntie’s tea
#Poetry #Cats #hbp110
a person riding a bike down a sidewalk with a cat looking over the railing
ALT: a person riding a bike down a sidewalk with a cat looking over the railing
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February 13, 2025 at 4:22 PM
A slight feeling
Of spring in the air
Feeling more than alive
Getting on the bike
Out for a ride
Feeling young
Then I saw my reflection
When did that happen
How can that be
Surely that old woman
Cannot possibly be me
Thinking then
I may look old
Sure don't feel it
Solution?
Deny, deny
#hbp110
Of spring in the air
Feeling more than alive
Getting on the bike
Out for a ride
Feeling young
Then I saw my reflection
When did that happen
How can that be
Surely that old woman
Cannot possibly be me
Thinking then
I may look old
Sure don't feel it
Solution?
Deny, deny
#hbp110
Concept: A sudden realization while biking. #hbp110
February 13, 2025 at 3:13 PM
A slight feeling
Of spring in the air
Feeling more than alive
Getting on the bike
Out for a ride
Feeling young
Then I saw my reflection
When did that happen
How can that be
Surely that old woman
Cannot possibly be me
Thinking then
I may look old
Sure don't feel it
Solution?
Deny, deny
#hbp110
Of spring in the air
Feeling more than alive
Getting on the bike
Out for a ride
Feeling young
Then I saw my reflection
When did that happen
How can that be
Surely that old woman
Cannot possibly be me
Thinking then
I may look old
Sure don't feel it
Solution?
Deny, deny
#hbp110
At that moment she realized she was pedaling. No hands to steady. No wheels to train.
At 30, she was feeling a breeze that she missed. At 30, she was giving a second chance to things that scared here. At 30, she was mastering two wheels over cement and gravel & steadily moving forward. 2/2 #hbp110
At 30, she was feeling a breeze that she missed. At 30, she was giving a second chance to things that scared here. At 30, she was mastering two wheels over cement and gravel & steadily moving forward. 2/2 #hbp110
February 14, 2025 at 2:18 AM
At that moment she realized she was pedaling. No hands to steady. No wheels to train.
At 30, she was feeling a breeze that she missed. At 30, she was giving a second chance to things that scared here. At 30, she was mastering two wheels over cement and gravel & steadily moving forward. 2/2 #hbp110
At 30, she was feeling a breeze that she missed. At 30, she was giving a second chance to things that scared here. At 30, she was mastering two wheels over cement and gravel & steadily moving forward. 2/2 #hbp110
She looked at her landscaper husband blankly and walked away, wondering what was fun about getting to the centre of the maze together.
Having travelled for nearly half an hour, she stopped pedalling as she suddenly realised what he meant. He wanted to play hide and seek...right?
#hbp110
Having travelled for nearly half an hour, she stopped pedalling as she suddenly realised what he meant. He wanted to play hide and seek...right?
#hbp110
Concept: A sudden realization while biking. #hbp110
February 13, 2025 at 4:04 PM
She looked at her landscaper husband blankly and walked away, wondering what was fun about getting to the centre of the maze together.
Having travelled for nearly half an hour, she stopped pedalling as she suddenly realised what he meant. He wanted to play hide and seek...right?
#hbp110
Having travelled for nearly half an hour, she stopped pedalling as she suddenly realised what he meant. He wanted to play hide and seek...right?
#hbp110