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Certain things you don’t forget;
They somehow get ingrained.
No matter when you learned them,
Deep inside they have remained.
Like how to burp a baby,
Swim a lap or sew a stitch;
The skillset’s there, so you can
Pull them off without a hitch.
The classic case in point, I guess,
Is how to ride a bike,
Which most of us were taught when young,
Quite possibly a tyke.
Though many years may slip away
Before we ride again,
We hop right in the saddle,
Like we first did way back when.
And after just a wobble
To make sure that we are steady,
We find that after months or years,
One blink and we are ready.
They say it’s hard to teach
An older dog a brand-new trick,
But if we’re lucky, lots of what we’ve learned
Has seemed to stick.
MY heart rate raced as I sat and marveled at
this machine. A Cervelo S-5 carbon Bicycle.
This must be a dream!
So Aerodynamic and efficient with a stream
lined design. With a DI-2 shifter that shifts
precisely and is so divine.
I'm sitting here for several hours on my new
racing bike. They're tweaking it perfectly, and
making it right.
A true masterpiece that is designed for speed.
Which every adrenaline junkie definitely needs.
I quickly fall in love with the way that it feels.
At ten thousand dollars, its quality revealed.
As I get on it, it fits like a glove. I shift it quickly
as I start to take off.
I race with an accelerating rhythm, at maximum
speed. What an experience, a euphoric feeling
that overtakes me!
My heart pounds with excitement and my thighs
start to burn, as lactic acid builds up, rounding an
apex of a treacherous turn.
I glanced at my Garmin , peddling quickly in this
competitive race. Twenty-six miles an hour, I
average, pushing myself, at a grueling pace!
My heart pumps as I spin up this hill, anticipating
the descent, oh my what a thrill!
I try catching my breath as my lungs cry out for air.
Reaching a pinnacle point of exhaustion, and
borderline despair!
I'm pushing my cadence with everything I got.
Failure is not an option, like it or not!
I'm shooting for King of the Mountain, in this heart
stopping mile. Thank God it's all over, as I stop and
relax, for a while!
It's all finished now, as I check out the Strava on line.
And much to my amazement, I am the fastest, of all
time!!
I wish I could take credit, and be solely responsible
for this great feat, but I know in my heart, it was a
great effort, made by My Bicycle and Me.
Common American Phrase: Suck it up, Buttercup
I shudder and shake with epinephrine as the needle stings inside my cheek, like a bee stings. I’m not a child, I’m a buttercup. The shaking rattles me but I relax until the next invasive… I see a bright light, though very much alive. Wearing glasses to protect my eyes. I close them so I can pray, and try not to pay too much attention to the two surgeons over me. A tooth distraction…a true extraction. The enemy must go, but the battle is strong as are my bones. Good news that grips the root. What’s going on, I can only hear the drill and my droughty lips feel like they are going to split. This is about an hour's procedure, it seems an eternity. The beginning was cold. I’m a retiree who hardly goes out, anymore, in the early morning. Georgia in March was a balmy twenty nine degrees fahrenheit. Hardly an inspiration to get up to have an operation. “Let’s not,” head says but wisdom knows, I must. I bundled up then stripped down as the car warmed up. After going through the ringer, I climb back in my car, and drive another twenty minutes and wait for prescriptions, hoping the pain won’t pop. Then one more stop for another that is cheaper in Publix…the needed antibiotic, Amoxicillin. Sometimes, you feel like you're in a nightmare where you can’t get back home. Patience is called for with a patient. The last couple of miles, I feel as though I’m on a bicycle. Even home, I have to unpack the meds, read the instructions then relax for a couple days, and realise I’m still on that hike…more waiting to eat and drink normal things.
Complaining…perhaps…or merely composing a poetic epitaph. After all, when I was laid back in the dentist’s chair, my jaw being held by the dental assistant, feeling I was inches from being choked to death, I was already writing this in my head, but not at all in the mood to pedal my fingers on the keyboard until these many days later, having been laid out in my wake for those many pain killer days. Don’t think me morbid, perhaps a bit Poe or prosaic. I feel swell…well swelling is down. It’s all downhill from here…that is a good thing. I may even pop a wheelie.
3/17/2023
What may be the hardest thing
Once thinks a human being
We people do many things
Through nonstop thinking and thinking
“It is hard to ride my new bicycle”
Said a kid with his little tricycle
Oh..no my dear boy you insensible
One day you could, said his gifted uncle
“I hardly can forget my past memories full of sadness”
It was a soldier lost everything through the war; ruthless
But, close was a stunning maiden shaped out of happiness
Her hands with a key were caressing his arms of roughness
Man can’t fly although a bird do
People said, watching what Wright brothers do
Today we all fly in a machine so,
It was hard , Yes; but not anymore
So, what could be the hardest thing, out of all
We stay thinking and thinking, no end at all
When something seems ‘the hardest’ we could think of
Another drudgery suddenly comes in front of
If you want to know, what I think as the hardest doing
It is exactly the opposite of what you are just doing
Have you ever tried to ‘be thinking of nothing’
Yeah..it’s the hardest as you are thinking to ‘be without thinking.’
13/8/2021
(This is a fictional poem)
I don't have any cigarettes to smoke.
I can't get laid because I'm broke.
I have no gas so I have to walk wherever I go.
I try to take girls out on my bicycle but they keep saying no.
I made some home made booze that I tried to sell.
But it made the first customer go blind so I went to jail.
My cellmate dunked my head in the toilet and gave me a swirly.
I thanked God when they let him out early.
When I got out of jail, I had no food to eat.
I was so hungry that I was nibbling on my own two feet.
I'm starving while my neighbor is as big as a cow.
I want somebody to either feed or shoot me now.
As the golden sun rays
Seeped into my room
From the cherry sky
In a spell of crimson reverie
I saw…
On the table a bed of
Resplendent rose
In the bowl of boiled eggs
Scintillating strawberries
In the glass of milk
Winsome wine
All I consumed
With dreamy delight.
As I went out
I saw…
Leaning on the wall stood
My old bicycle
With watermelon wheels
I took a fantasy ride through
The hot summer wind
Parching me to the core
As the wheels turned
The sweet juice sprinkled
And I drank the pink delicacy
At the journey’s edge of fancy.
______________
June 29, 2022
Contest : A Watermelon Fantasy Ride To
Feed My Imagination
Sponsored by : Mystic Rose Rose
You’re older man sat alone. his bicycle at his side
Him I have never known as to work I was in stride
I said have a good day he said it’s hard with this MRI
I said that I would pray as I continued to walk on by
And just as I was looking back his eyes opened up wide
A faith that he may lack as we both seemed to confide
As in to the hospital I went as I cook there all day long
Many prayers that day were sent that he will be strong
As just the other day a young woman came hurriedly in
Often elderly make their way with often a sad sullen grin
I pray for many of them also, my own Blessings now seen
Just to let them know even if they don’t know what I mean
For you cannot know the power of even one single prayer
With chances God will shower, God who is ultimately fair
So don’t you miss out in often praying at each opportunity
Perhaps it might even end your doubt in now looking you cansee
Big trucks rolling down the street
With a message that is very deep
Big trucks rolling down the street
Filled with mixed concrete
Big trucks rolling down the street
carrying tons of steels
Stone truck, cement truck, steel truck
And truck whose body can hardly match the street
Rumbling through the protest town with a terrible sound
Big trucks rambelling through the street
Stirring up the people's heart beat
Bread truck, peanut truck, chocolate truck
Biscuit truck, chicken truck, police truck
Waste management truck, whoes stench
Circulate the air with a smell that cause
The people to fear.
Big trucks criss crossing the town
Carrying goods that are scarce in town
Heavy duty trucks with drivers whose
Hearts are tough journey all night
Into broad daylight with their big
Tattoo arms grasping the steering wheel
with smile that is very mean
Big truck gathering on the bridges
Forming long ques on the free ways
moving slowly into the city oh what a pity
Their drivers knows the road and they
are used to carrying heavy load
They honk their horns and make
Fun of the women watering the lawn.
Big trucks honkering down in the town
watching the women changing their night gown
Bulldozar truck, wreckers truck and truck that can cause
A man made disaster, the street is messy and the
Gods are unhappy but the truckers are ready.
They are travelling from city to city and they are
taking over states and towns dropping
Off boxes of goods in rundown towns
Removal trucks, horse trucks, furniture trucks,
And trucks with bodies mounting up in the sky
They have to use a special road to get by
Buses and cars motor cycle and bicycle
All gather in the street to sound their heartbeat
They circle around the town making loud
and boisterous sounds chasing the visitors
Out of town.
Big trucks with double gear shouting
And pressing the gas that is filtering smoke in the air
Water truck are crawling by
Fire trucks, petrol trucks and dirt trucks are
all waiting in line to meet their deadline
Get ready to board the truck and hop
off that terrible bus , cross the ocean
and make landfall in the desert.
Do not take a laxative and sleeping pill on the same night
Do not bend over in skinny jeans that are way too tight
Do not kick the can towards your best pal's girl for a fight
Do not keep eating cause your taste buds are in delight
Do not use your bicycle handbrake speeding downhill
Do not use an umbrella on windy days for thrills
Do not keep asking are we there yet
Do not try to remember what you can't forget
Do not walk in the middle of a busy street
Do not ask for directions, are schedules meant to keep
Do not answer her if she looks really fat
Do not keep your wallet under your cap
Do not be serious all the time
Do not be delirious searching for a rhyme
Do not be over sweet just sorta kind
Do not be worried, relax your on overtime
An extremely talkative person, he was.
He was! He was! He was!
He talked about this, and he talked about that.
He talked about anything he could thunk of..
Even that funny old hat.
Garrulous and fat, he was.
He talked about this, and he talked about that.
While riding on his bicycle home.
He found a baby cat.
A kitten it was, so pretty and nice.
Now, it was time to roll the dice.
He talked about this, and he talked about that.
He talked about anything he could think of..
Even that funny ten foot wall.
Now, he had time to make a call.
From the telephone, he made his call.
He talked so much, it made him fall.
Now, a doctor it was, he needed to call..
Because he talked about this, and he talked about that..
An extremely talkative person, he was..
He was! He was! He was!
Chatterbox-Poem-By Kim Robin Edwards
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