Best Pedalling Poems

Running your fingers
over my delicately tuned form.
Blind. - You know which keys to press.
To enhance sweet music  from me.
Happily and playfully,
my white notes singing...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very...

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The mirror showed
a Chinese lady pedalling a bike
in a pink kimono

The mirror showed
trees bowing
to a tropical (pina colada) lake

The mirror showed
a pink bedspread
losing her magnolias

The...

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Thirteenth Birthday

I picturize my thirteenth birthday through memory glass
My grandpa matured my dream with a shiny black bicycle
Thrilled for I would now be able to...

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Limerick: Once a pretty Pole psychologist

     for Ewa

Once a pretty Pole psychologist
Who preferred fast pedalling cyclist(s)
Kept a velo d’apparte*
And a Tour...

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365 days of the Alcohol Experiment
After 30 days the need to continue was evident.

Italian adventure to Rome Florence and Venice, cosy restaurants and no wine...

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There's an excercycle race on
Down at the local gymn
One guy's clearly out in front
But others closing in
All are pedalling frantically
They like to win these races
Each...

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Resumption of daily/nightly constitutional

I accompany my dark shadow...
(many hours before edge of night,
where twilight zone evokes night gallery),
and resumed walking a circuit
around perimeter of parking...

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Sarah Storey was the first disabled athlete, 
In the Commonwealth Games to compete, 
As an English competitor, and she’s thrice, 
Able-bodied national track champion of...

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I was out of work in thirty-three and forced to take the road,
not really looking forward toward the tramping swaggy code,
and as luck had it,...

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Life off the rails

Do you ever lose perspective? Does there come
A time in your life when it seems the world
Is all a bit too detailed...

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About me (isn`t it all)

Old age is travel towards death, and I spend
the waiting time writing what I call alternative poetry
as I`m not fond of...

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There are times when people under estimate me
And my drive to be what I always wanted to be
It has made me wonder how it came...

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Garbage night

Bins line the road as I walk down the street
pristine and clean, rinsed in summers rain
but what filth and smells are lurking inside
the hidden...

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How do you make love in tenses,
To fit in so it won't hurt at all? 
Love is an art theatre,
At the centre, nothing is real,
Players...

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