Airing myself
In liberty
Along whose open roaded
Sky-wide access
This day, as gift
On life's journey
Both offered and accepted
In its fullness.
No matter how dark the road is
There is light ahead
No matter how hard you feel
God is listening
Life is like that of biking
If you can't keep the balance
You can't drive to move any longer.
Vines and thorny bush
Raise my attention; I fear
Their touch is eerie.
Mist touch my skin
Shivers cold feeling inside
Down to my spine.
I hear and see frogs
Chattering on wet bed rocks
As I passes by.
I see butterflies
In various shapes and colors
Flapping over me.
I see wildflowers
Bloom inside rainforest realm
Rarely seen in reels.
Flora and fauna
The most common residents
In Rainforest Land.
Rainforest comfort:
Snug bed, gentle raindrops
Chilling perfect view.
Inside rainforest
Traveling using big bike
Awesome trailblazer.
One nerve-wracking race
Is motor bike cliff climbing
Grand finesse with grace.
When you ease biking
Unload backpacks baggage
Propel your liking.
Wearing the wind in my hair
Come ride with me lose your care
We visit the woman who lives in a shoe
With all her kids in various rooms
There is one who is a runt
But his imagination is big fun
His pen creates a magic place
Purple and green transporting space
We can visit a vast past shore
Would you like to see a dinosaur?
It is as tall as green tree
Quick let’s get before it eats!
Back on the bike the pen writes
Us into space we leap we fly
Visiting planets and stars like Venus
And other beings we meet that watch us
Once again pen writes us in
We find the ocean and Atlantis a win
Colorful plants and seaweed that enhances
Fish dolphin and mermaid dances
The ocean city glows like fire
All is of peace in the empire
The pen once again begins to trace
And we whisk to a most electronic place
Where all is technology and no one gets ill
There are no wars there are no bills
Back to the present we decide to go
For who else can tell it how we are so close
To wonderful places beings and times
We only have to dream then make it life.
7/2/2022
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Mark wore biking shorts to work out
Poorly sewn seams were not too stout
He ripped a hole
exposing…uh oh!
Everyone saw what he’s about
As I get older I’m taking a liking
To relive my youth and go motor biking
To pull back the throttle and kick down the gear
And tear up the highway, just like yesteryear
My hair flowing free as I ride without care
My wife put me straight, ‘You ain’t got any hair.’
I told her there’s one thing that time never steals
The rush that a man only feels on two wheels
And out on the road in all my old leathers
My gas driven steed shall vanquish all weathers
I’ll ride and I’ll ride till my legs are like jelly
She said that those leathers won’t cover that belly
Give me dirt on my face and flies in my teeth
Akin to a cow-herder out driving beef
The pounding of pistons driving me on
The joy of not knowing where to or where from
She said okay go be a speeding banshee
But don’t go too far in case you need to pee
I had to relent there’ll be no pennies spent
I can’t blame the wife, her thoughts were well meant
Don’t wanna get caught short in skin hugging leathers
There’s must be more ways to escape boredom’s tethers
And so this is me, not wild and not free
Just a wannabe biker writing bike poetry
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