Long Pedalling Poems
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Hope was Burrow's substance, where he poured his time,
Pedalling steadily.
Intended path made smooth for those in legacy line.
Sliced through wiry roots,
Watchguard Wombat dug safety spaces.
Safety albeit empty,
claw shortening scooping to prop up progeny.
Plodding stoically.
Muffled praise from mollycoddled recipients who forgot
to congratulate wombat.
Chirps trill between ear orifices, a cheerful bell,
twinkling creek,
Thrill of apparently sucidal bird ledge leap,
harks updraught as capacity for flight.
Her name is Rainbow, though only he calls her so.
Optimism is Burrow's skeleton, firm fragile scaffold not broken
Bloodstream good Samaritan convinces him those closest know
that he would give everything
- devoid of return, satisfied in striving.
Fallen from insipid clouds, risen to a wide arc -
Squadron Observation squawk when the sun reemerges.
Related inseparably, sweet candy stripes are strings,
Harnesses of translucent hues.
Rainbow holds a cauldron in her wings
Shivered salute feather plume pom poms, her support
Altitude albeit not born to
Chimes a celebratory chortle, rain's finishing touch
Firey refraction stacks medallions of precious metal.
Magnetism draws, claws refuse to dig, Burrow closes.
Academy of affluent fly close to burn point,
- risk being scorched
Hypnotised by the increments his digits indicate.
Prospective friends and followers fill up his hollow
Lucrative lure curates karma, demanded by lorikeet
Marionettes dance, tuned to bushland command
Pinnochios pulled by Burrow's Rainbow.
Disappointed she bends on her knees
Ears shut, not to catch his brutal words anymore
Spilling her painful tears on the floor
Desperately prays for her dilemma to freeze!
Mind recollects.....
Soon after her wedding ceremony
Life started pedalling her emotions strangely
Darkness had swallowed her insanely;
And lamely egressed her love harmony.
He thwarted her from achieving goals
Surrendering to his orders,
She feared to cross borders
Neither sneaked out for short strolls.
Will she opt for a mutual divorce?
Unable to bear the impact of desertion
How long can she survive with no affection?
Unhealthy relationship might not reinforce;
She needs to sort out
As this is utter ridiculous
Being very meticulous
With a well planned route ..!
In the City of Light, a new flame ignites
Olympic fire burns, burning bright nights
Paris springs to life, life in full swing
As champions spring forth, forth they spring
The Seine flows with dreams, dreams flow fast
Flowing with athletes from present and past
They run for gold, gold standard set
Running the banks where the sun has set
Towers of strength rise, rise to compete
Rising to challenges, challenges they meet
They vault over bars, bars set sky-high
Vaulting ambitions, ambitions fly
Swimmers stroke hope, hope strokes back
Stroking through waters, waters on track
They dive into glory, glory runs deep
Diving for medals they'll always keep
Cyclists pedal hard, hard roads ahead
Pedalling stories that'll be widely spread
They race against time, time races too
Racing hearts pound as they break through
Gymnasts balance dreams, dreams balance fate
Balancing acts that fascinate
They ring up scores, scores ring out loud
Ringing in victories that make nations proud
Boxers fight chance, chance fights back
Fighting spirits refuse to slack
They punch above weight, the weight of nations
Punching tickets to standing ovations
Archers aim, aim for the stars
Taking shots that push the bars
They draw the line, line between great and grand
Drawing gasps from fans across the land
Fencers parry time, time parries on
Parrying doubts till doubts are gone
They point to success, success points back
Pointing the way down victory's track
In this field of play, the play of words can't capture
Fields of dreams in rapture
The game is on, on goes the flame
Gaming the system of Olympic fame
Paris holds court, court of athletic kings
Holding the world as Olympia sings
A capital show, the show of human potential
Capital moments are essential
So let the games begin, begin anew
Gaming our senses with an Olympian view
For in Paris, par excellence reigns
Paris, where Olympic spirit never wanes
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 swanky poems full of adjectives.
I have published many books of poetry on the Amazon
and about 30 E-books each book is about thirty pages
consist of poetry and opinion and read by no one.
I have a catering education but what I know comes
from reading massive amounts of books and
newspapers, of a solitary figure, except my wife
have no friend (they are all dead) should she go
before my life would be no worth living.
Every morning I sit pedalling away on my stationary bike,
try to get in an hour, but it is like going nowhere fast.
I comment on what I read in the Guardian and on twitter,
like to read George Galloway`s opinions, he is small
of stature, is a narcissist and should be careful not getting
to close to Russia, the bear has sharp claws.
I spend my time (if not wisely) by being active this because
boredom beckons when I have nothing to do.
In the evening I drink wine and fall asleep in front of the TV
I have always been a drinker, but dislike drunkenness.
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 ice.
She was born without a left hand, entangled,
But she was firstly a swimmer, she jangled,
Then she became a cyclist on road and track,
And is still pedalling strong, not to look back.
She swam in Barcelona in 1992 and won,
Two golds, three silvers and a bronzed one,
Then in 2008, again at the Paras her fifth,
She won the individual pursuit with much pith.
Sarah Storey won Britain’s first gold in the C5,
In the women’s individual pursuit she’d thrive,
And in the C4-5 5000m, C4-5, and on road,
She won each one with a gold that was owed.
In 2014 she founded a sports cycling team,
Which supports a breast cancer charity keen,
And she became a MBE in 1998, OBE in 2009,
Then she was made a dame in 2013, long line.
She married Barney her coach and duel pilot,
For the tandem duel ride, which could be a riot,
And was on the 2012 Celebrity Mastermind IQ,
With Sex & The City, and also has a girl to coo.
She was his pillion on the bicycle
The trees were bare and calm
Fallen leaves carpeted beaten path
Her golden locks dangled in breeze.
He handed her a fresh crimson flower
Fragrant long stemmed single Rose
She held it abreast , a balancing act
She smiled and was so glad....
They Reached the church yard fast
He took it back , to her dismay
Oh ! It was just a hand change
Her eyes sadly followed his steps.
He disappeared to the cemetery
His return was unsteady and slow
Again he handed over her a Rose
Almost dried and petals breaking
With a request to throw it over
Into the river , on way back home.
Only words he spoke , pedalling.
But she kept it for a long - long time
Inside a jewel box found in the attic
Time glued them to a lovely pair
On wedding night she opened the box
To gift him, his moms blessings.