Long Biking Poems
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In twenty twenty- three, no rocking chair for me, I am going biking with a big yellow bee.
I am now free, a trip so the world I can see, let's go and try to ski.
Cleaning out old things with glee, making room for boxes of new tea, brings me freedom by the sea.
Date Written:1/11/2023
She was a cute little girl with orange dancing shoes.
Those dancing shoes had rhinestone eyes that could schmooze.
Her name was Willa May, and she had a bear that was purple.
He begged her to name him King Bear Krabby McMurple.
Of course she did, because she was in charge of her bed.
Which is where he sat watching Willa May paint her doll red.
At night they would cuddle up and go into a deep fun sleep.
Dream adventures took them all over the world in a big yellow jeep.
They drove to Africa, Hawaii, the Atlantic Ocean, and Timbuktu.
They saw parrots in the jungle. One of them a brilliant azure blue.
They tasted Belgium chocolates when in Europe, so delicious too!
They travelled the world over and over in their hazy nightly hue.
Mommy and Daddy sometimes went them if they decided to let them in.
They went swimming with the dolphins, and the sharks loaned them a fin.
They loved their dreamy dreamtime, they took naps each Saturday.
The rest of the time, they hung together, skating, biking, and had bubble play.
At the start of the year it became very clear
That my corpulent body should get into gear.
So determined to slim, I join up at the gym
Where I tone abs and thighs then head off for a swim.
I have taken to hiking and steep mountain biking
My chic new physique is impressively striking.
No more apple pie, fish and chips or white bread:
Delicious, nutritious green spinach instead.
So why the glum face and the lack of elation?
This poem was fun but complete fabrication.
All lies, porky pies, using lyrics which chime.
New Year resolutions are harder than rhyme!
21/01/19
'Rhyme Battle Xii Poetry Contest' : sponsored by : Juli- Michelle
Rhyme Battle Xii Poetry Contest
Travel with me to a nature lover's dream
Denali's grandeur is the unfolding theme
Expansive vistas paint a wondrous scene
Snow covered peaks look quite so pristine.
Morning sun blushes atop gray clouds
Majestic sights gratify excited crowds
Glaciers glow upon a distant mountain range
Mesmerizing hues color changing landscape.
Butterflies roam flowers pink and yellow
Moths feasting on nectars look so mellow
Birch trees so tall, they swing with the wind
Aspen tree sings with its leaves shiny green.
Red squirrels run from trees to leap
White sheeps graze on ranges so steep
Moose and grizzly bear a sight must see
A golden eagle flies high above the trees.
Mountaineers climb soaring mountain peaks
Hiking, biking, camping is what visitors seek
Memories made here will never depart
A visit to the park will engrave your heart.
August 17, 2017
Placed 3rd: Strand choice Z contest by Brian Strand
The pitch the peak of senses piqued
each completely
Let me see
searching my memory
biking down Laurier
locking eyes with a hawk flying in the opposite lane
is probably my most memorable favourite sight seen
Epitome of sound
if I went bird I couldn't pick only one
so another favourite song
the resting heartbeat
of a well loved machine
that deep rolling hum
felt before seen
the sound of love
so not that different from a bird
Smell's
another hard sense to pin down
puppy breath is one that'll have me rolling on the ground
Can't touch this
dancing rapt wrapped in a python
feeling the weight of it's smooth cool mass
feeling me
never more embraced
And then there's taste
this one's the most fun
Ripe Organic BC Bing Cherries
shared with a girlfriend over Scrabble
we lost track of each other
the game
everything
taking tiny little bites
enthralled with the pop of the skin
the sweet swollen flesh
scarlet oozing streaming down our...
I looked at her
and said what we both were thinking
"I feel like a dirty old man."
We finally got the cherry thing!
07/28/18
Viv Wigley's
Five Senses Poetry Contest
May is my happy month, for she is my birth month
Some people treat themselves with a birthday.
I made the decision to celebrate my birth month
And I do. I buy whatever I want. Packages arrive daily.
Lilac trees, snowball trees, red hot rose bushes,
hot pink geraniums, fiery gold marigolds, things to plant.
Earth therapy is my favorite sport, and May is the perfect time
to plant; my yard is a living park, oozing beauty in all directions
I go through lots of birdseed in May; heavy, so I order it online.
It calls cardinals, blue jays, wrens, sparrows, into the yard
They serenade me with lovely tweets, chirps, peeps, and whees.
They sing their happiness with May daily.
May, when rains finally stop, and sun comes out full force
The amount of vitamin D she puts into the air perks people up.
School ends, and you hear giggles and laughter of children
As they spend their days biking to each other’s homes,
happy to be free.
May starts out fancy with May Day.
A day small town children make May baskets.
Filling them with violets and dandelions, popcorn,
and caramel candies, placed on top of lacy doilies.
Delighting unsuspecting neighbors, left on doorsteps,
as if May faeries have arrived, and they have.
My birthday is the last day of May,
when we celebrate our Veterans in Memorial Day parades.
May is an adventure all to herself,
unique in the amount of joy and
enthusiasm she brings to the calendar.
Delighting and exciting us, May dances and prances pure joy..
There is no other month that can touch her enthusiasm
although June comes close
As June is the wedding month.
Wait. Graduations, dance recitals, and proms are in May.
Three more reasons why May is the Queen of Happiness,
I let it slip away . . .
a beautiful beautiful day.
I’d looked out my window and seen
blue sky and grass so green.
Then back in bed I lay
as I slept the morning away.
At last I awoke but I had
my chores! I felt so bad.
Why in bed did I stay
and not go outside just to play?
By the time my chores were all done,
much dimmer was the sun.
Oh, why did I delay
enjoying this best day of May?
With joy I could have been biking
or on a trail hiking.
Wild flowers in array
I could have plucked for a bouquet.
In a cool stream I could have splashed
or through a meadow dashed.
No, it is not okay.
the glory of May to betray.
Procrastinating is my sin.
Sun could have kissed my skin.
With contriteness I say
I let a great day slip away.
May 1, 2023
N/A poem
*Happy May Day everyone! This poem is an experiment with a new rhyming form I created. It consists of couplets with alternating syllable counts of 6/8 and 8/6. The 6/8 couplets are monorhymes.
What makes the hiking up mountains more striking?
What makes the driving more fun than arriving?
What makes the ocean-ing worth the sun lotioning?
Gear!
Gear makes the biking much more to my liking,
Gear makes the camping way less spirit-damping,
Gear makes the gardening less callous-hardening,
Let's hear it for Gear!
Now softball-leaguing is way more intriguing,
Now boogie boarding is much more rewarding,
Now even jogging feels less like a flogging,
3 cheers for the Gear!
Titanium! Spandex! Aluminum! Latex!
Hi-tech! All-weather! Light as a feather!
No wonder I struggled for many a year -
I had not the wherewithal to buy the gear!
Claire won 5 medals at the Barcelona Paras,
In 1992, where she took the 50m freestyle gold,
To set a World Record, and in the 100m pass,
Still freestyle, she secured a warm silver fold,
A silver for the 100m backstroke and 4x100 relay,
Which made her extremely proud, chuffed no end,
So she only took up para-triathlon 2008, recently,
And in 2008, the Worlds, she won the gold blend.
In 2013 at the ETU Para-triathlon Europeans,
In Antalya in Turkey, Claire won the solid silver,
And in 2014, the ITU Worlds with London johns,
Claire came home 3rd, a bronze to weather.
2015 and the ITU Worlds again, in Edmonton,
Canada, and Clare truly proved again to be,
Successful at the triathlon with consolidation,
Of another bronze medal, podium victory to see.
That same year in Buffalo City at the Worlds,
She won the title, and at the GBR Nationals,
She came 2nd, also at the ITU London Worlds,
Then 3rd at the ETU Geneva European stiles.
1st in Detroit at the ITU Worlds, and then 2nd,
In Penrith in 2016 at more ITU Worlds again;
She finished 4th in Lisbon, Portugal - her bend,
Towards swimming, biking and running did pen.
She was born without a left forearm, prosthetic,
And was a Chartered Accountant. She reads,
Watches box sets, loving West Wing frenetic,
And hates mice. She has English Lit MA seeds.
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