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Right Hook

Slam. And the beat goes on pounding on ribs temples pulsing words clenched keeping explosions inside adrenaline lines ripping subcutaneous quakes raging and as I fiercely pedal away all I manage is "Have A Nice Day!" 17.11.27 Composed for Lewis Raynes' "Emotional anger, hurt, rage"

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Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 12/15/2017 11:11:00 PM

Best wishes and congratulations on your win, Mo - keep up the great work! You are one of the most honest and substantive poets I know - no wasted words or filler or fluff ANYwhere, and I love it! :-) <3

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 12/16/2017 12:20:00 AM

Thank you dear Poet :) yeah... less is mo <3

Lewis Raynes

Date: 12/7/2017 10:03:00 PM

Wow, what a great last line, didn't see that one coming, u built that so well, great poem Maureen, I've often walked that walk... :)

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 12/8/2017 2:24:00 PM

Thank you for the prompt Lewis! That's been waiting for years to be a poem :) ...walk on walk on brother ;)

Eve Roper

Date: 12/4/2017 8:04:00 PM

Nicely done, Maureen, those emotions are stirring and rage... But, have a nice day. I like the poem. Good luck in the contest Hugs Eve~`*

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 12/5/2017 9:57:00 AM

Thank you Eve :) this specific event was about the closest near miss of my career, the jolt was so intense I bawled for a good mile. I did make the list with this piece. Hugs!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/3/2017 3:46:00 PM

Oh, I loved that quick ending on this one. Have a nice day. So clever. Congrats, Maureen

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 12/3/2017 4:55:00 PM

Thank you Andrea :) ditto! xomo

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 12/3/2017 8:42:00 AM

Haven't rode a bike in ages but this brings to mind when my younger brother was a teenager and almost got hit…the women apologized and said she thought he was a cone! An awesome write for the contest Mo~good luck in it and thank you for commenting on my limericks!~Che :)

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 12/3/2017 9:34:00 AM

Why am I not surprised! Am reminded of the cop's dumbfounded question to the driver that clipped my friend on an orange cruiser with a big ass rear child seat covered in reflective tape "you didn't see 'that' bike?!" la la la! :) xomo!

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 12/1/2017 8:58:00 AM

Hmm...think I'd be saying "have a nice effing day!" Tis why I mostly ride single track. And this was before hydraulic disc brakes? Wow! You really captured the mo;-) Have a nice day ~ john

Lim'Rik Flats
Date: 12/1/2017 9:56:00 AM

Up 'n down. Usually 15k and 2-3K elevation gain plus roots 'n rocks. Soon down south — 25k to 50k, sand and rocks, not much elevation:-(

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 12/1/2017 9:48:00 AM

...single track; DH?

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 12/1/2017 9:46:00 AM

Ceramics :) Used to keep my front brakes squeaky on purpose, as loud as bus squealing bus brakes on command! Could stop on a dime ( needed it too on a courier's wage lol) ;)

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 11/29/2017 3:58:00 AM

Having been a cyclist and having participated in many competitions surely I applaud your fine poem! You seem to know what you are talking about! Great work my friend, Maureen! Good luck!

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 11/29/2017 6:49:00 AM

You were a competitive cyclist and you're just telling me now? Roadie? :) you are wonderful you. Thank you and much love! xomo

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 11/28/2017 7:19:00 PM

I feel the adrenaline rush from this cardio-boost poem, Maureen. Beautiful last line to cast after a harrowing near-disaster. Cool expressions in this revealing poem. Love and joy always.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 11/29/2017 6:52:00 AM

You know just what to say Freddie :) Thank you dear, heaps of hugs your way my friend <3 xomo!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 11/28/2017 2:03:00 PM

Your poem certainly conveys what happens so often to cyclists. Well written! I like your upbeat ending. : )

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 11/28/2017 2:22:00 PM

Thank you! :) xomo!

Patricia Cresswell

Date: 11/28/2017 1:23:00 PM

You made me jump alright. One minute your there then you grew feathers and flew away. A very uncomfortable poem to read as it brings to mind times of similarity for me. Good write.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 11/28/2017 1:38:00 PM

The adrenaline it takes to stop on a dime, I've O.D.'d ;) thank you lovely! xomo