The best where to ride a bike is ...

Of course first what comes into my mind is where not to ride a bike ... Not to learn to ride on your older brother's bike, when one foot is on the pedal and second leg has to be under the stick. Riding the bike in the circles where my brother was a center; and then he lets go ... Nice, flat surface without rocks is fine. Also to learn how to steer is very helpful. With such a skill you can ride the bike practically anywhere, two wheels economically placed behind each other, can fit. There was an end of a flat surface and it was downhill. It is helpful to ride the bike, when you know how to step on the brake, and where is the brake located. Then you can ride the bike practically anywhere, when you feel it is important to interrupt a motion. Speeding I wasn't able to locate the brakes and ended up inside of half demolished house. It was a better option, because if I knew how to steer I could end up under a car on the busy street under the hill. A lesson: to avoid busy streets, half demolished houses and you can ride your bike practically everywhere. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann POW! 9/8/2012

Leaf

Leaf in the water floating quietly, motionlessly. Sign of the autumn. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, August 20. 2012

Lost love

Little tabby is meowing behind a kitchen door, and then she runs in quickly so nobody will smell her shame. "He didn't want me - I am spayed, and I just wanted to look at them." I see him walking our path hand in hand with another gal. World stopped and a heart missed a beat. There will be another one to fill his place. What about a little revenge? Look at a tree. It is full of blooming flowers. The heart will heal and the World didn't stop. It was only illusion. Keep going and wait. Another will come your way. Fill your time with dreams. Do you know the best way how to kill your dreams? Fulfill them. And then what? Learn to cook, mend bad moods, raise the children, tend a garden, and say us instead I. What about lost love? Sweet sorrow bathing in self -pity. Be real. It's time to do your homework. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 9/24/2012 POW assignment

Chasing a man (Teenage memories)

He is hiding\br behind a truck.\br I can see\br only his feet\br on the other side\br of a truck.\br They hesitate. Which way will she go?\br I am quiet.\br He turns to the left.\br Here I am\br with a big smile\br on my face.\br I can not go with you.\br I am married man.br Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, August 2012

Track & field

Where is a field? Running in the field, jumping over the hedges, chased by an angry farmer with a pitchfork, setting world record to escape farmer's weapon. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 8/10/2012

Childhood memories

Running, falling, scraping both knees, blood is running, crying. There is always somebody near to help to wash, to clean, to dry tears. Sleeping comfortably beside a big warm body, next to a woman, who gave me a life. There is an emptiness. Dad is missing. Learning the hard way how the World works. Do not tie a cat in the attic, because I am called for supper and I want to play with her more, when I will be back and I know this cat will not wait,she is already tired of my childish games and she has more important things to attend. I didn't know the cat will try to escape and doesn't know, how to climb a ladder. I just learned, how to tie a knot and learned it well. The cat was found barely alive. The childhood full of mistakes, also full of laughter, when they made the toys just for me. Childhood full of games. It wasn't pretend. The dolls were alive, sick, or well. We were selling and buying, and haggle over green currency paid in leaves. My friends were real, we understood what is right, and what is wrong when we played. We played imitating real life, always with the best friend on the side we could share. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Potsville, 7/18/2012

Leaking

We have leaking roof. Bathroom sink is leaking into DVD player, and a car purchased from used cars lot is leaking in several places. Drain pipe is leaking into our basement. Our pots and pans do not leak yet. It looks like our happiness leaks from several places. Is it something like too much happiness? Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, May 2012