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Kamikaze Karma


A Kamikaze peddler 
Who follows his nose 
fluorescent green Lycra
A middle finger he shows

Slower than a snail
As wide as truck
Forget the highway code
He pushes his luck.

Side by side they pedal
Three or four deep
Then they become violent 
If you give them a beep

They own the road 
and there’s no mistake 
Zip through red lights
No prisoners they

Categories: cyclist, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Traffic Safety

Drivers pay attention, you need to be more attentive, aware and alert
Distractions are very dangerous resulting in somebody getting hurt
Reckless drivers have drivers, walkers, joggers, and cyclist in a panic
Now leaving home for an drive, jog, walk, or ride can end in a tragic 
There's plenty of areas to pull over to handle what can

Categories: cyclist, grief, perspective, sad, truth,
Form: Rhyme

Okpo People of Nigeria

Every male child is a good cyclist, 
Their rugged terrains toughening his wrist; 
Some of them my students in the morning!
Not one of them a conceivable cripple, 
All on purpose, Unstoppable People; 
Their roads after rains remain slippery, 
But Riding Philemon wouldn’t be jittery. 

Their sons are all briefed about their palaver,
None could cry if

Categories: cyclist, appreciation, people, war, weather,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

To the Non-Helmeted Cyclist

Your helmet on holiday
While on a highway
Will make Accident Demons busier
And a lot to the Devil easier,
Either party to fracture your skull
For man’s most feared call.

Blame-worthy of you confronting a bike’s gear
Without donning its defensive head gear,
Suicidal, your cycling round the urban
While choosing to not turban!

Helmet dangling on a bike’s handle
Makes same its unlawful wearer:
Some

Categories: cyclist, death, fate,
Form: Rhyme

Cyclist Mike Who Falls Off His Bike--

cyclist MIKE WHO FALLS OFF HIS BIKE--

There was a man named Mike
who used to ride a bike
he keeps falling, for petes sake 
He made a mistake
guess he should have bought a trike


7/8/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Categories: cyclist, adventure, analogy, funny, heartbroken,
Form: Limerick

Haste Makes Waste Ode To a Cyclist

No matter what I read
No matter what I said
The listener never stirred in bed
To all he just appeared quite dead
Eyes blank and always open
Not a word from him was spoken
Through tubes the young man would be fed
He never blinked
Just stared ahead
What more about him can be said
Two days ago he was to wed
No safety helmet

Categories: cyclist, farewell, feelings, first love,
Form: Rhyme

A Cyclist Under the Sun

Under the bright sun
a cyclist zooming past all
Tour de France his dream,
on life's track he leaves behind
the dreaded cancer disease.

Lance Edward Armstrong
taught us to dream for new life,
cancer can be beat,
awarness is most vital,
so spread this message to all.



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Categories: cyclist, hope, cancer,
Form: Tanka

Being a Cyclist

The hardest step is always the first,
you suffer for it like thirst.
The only company you have is pain,
but you march through it, for your reign. 

You know its your ambition, 
that drives your mission.
It doesn't matter who sees, 
conquering mountains only frees.

Struggling fuels your desire,
obstacles set the fire.
Winning is the only option in this race,
not

Categories: cyclist, inspirationaltime,
Form: Rhyme

The Cyclist

Lean predators move along in the morning fog
in their yellow and black suits. 
Wheels spin 
and we hear the brittle hum 
and buzz 
of spokes, cogs and chains.

There is no courtesy bell,
or a chipper “on your right” as they
pass an older woman running on
the trail. 
They, unconscious,
slide past on both sides
taking her by surprise and
stealing

Categories: cyclist, allegory, angst, life, people,
Form: Free verse