I rode through Philly again and stopped at the house where Edgar Allan Poe lived for six years. They say those were some of his happiest and most productive years. Just imagine how much happier and more productive he would have been in Miami! ( I joke. Philly is great)  I had an idea for a Philly cheesesteak restaurant that mixes poetry with sandwiches. Try the “Poe boy” it’s delicious!


“The Happiest Day”

The happiest day — the happiest hour
My sear’d and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish’d long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour’d on me
Be still, my spirit!

The happiest day — the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see — have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer’d with the pain
Even then I felt — that brightest hour
I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter’d — fell
An essence — powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.




Everyone’s always Raven about how good his poems are!



Like an idiot, I thought it might be nice to use “The Road Not Taken” as an example of Poe’s poetry. Realizing my mistake, I thought it might be a nice to use “The Road Not Taken” as an example of Frost’s poetry.


“The Road Not Taken”


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.




I thought I’d try to write a poem for the post, but then I got really bored and hungry and quit after 2 minutes. Maybe I’ll finish it one day and it’ll be a masterpiece people recite around campfires while bike touring.


untitled and unfinished” 

Pedal a bike

do it far

out of you comfort zone

out of your car


travel the world

do it with style

see lots of new things

make yourself smile