Long Pedalling Poems

Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very high hill. So one two ping means fried rice coming?...

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I was out of work in thirty-three and forced to take the road,
not really looking forward toward the tramping swaggy code,
and as luck had it, just by chance, I no longer had to hike,
‘cause parked...

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Resumption of daily/nightly constitutional

I accompany my dark shadow...
(many hours before edge of night,
where twilight zone evokes night gallery),
and resumed walking a circuit
around perimeter of parking lot
today, a breezy temperate
twenty fifth of April two thousand
and twenty...

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365 days of the Alcohol Experiment
After 30 days the need to continue was evident.

Italian adventure to Rome Florence and Venice, cosy restaurants and no wine a penance!
Elation on completion of a holiday with alcohol deletion.
Real...

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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...

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Life off the rails

Do you ever lose perspective? Does there come
A time in your life when it seems the world
Is all a bit too detailed and complicated?
It’s like that just now for me, and I’m...

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The weight being carried,
on this never ending, twisted path,
is breaking the small of my back,
feels every bumps from the pedalling ties. 

Eyes wincing, trying to keep the sweat out,
the pain throbbing through my head,
thoughts making...

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How do you make love in tenses,
To fit in so it won't hurt at all? 
Love is an art theatre,
At the centre, nothing is real,
Players play to entertain:
Good love goes wrong, wrong love goes good
That's...

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Disappointed she bends on her knees 
    Ears shut, not to catch his brutal words anymore
         Spilling her painful tears on the floor
 ...

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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...

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There's an excercycle race on
Down at the local gymn
One guy's clearly out in front
But others closing in
All are pedalling frantically
They like to win these races
Each one with a determined look
As sweat pours down their faces

There's...

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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,...

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Thirteenth Birthday

I picturize my thirteenth birthday through memory glass
My grandpa matured my dream with a shiny black bicycle
Thrilled for I would now be able to ride like other friends

Grandpa held the cycle as I capered...

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Garbage night

Bins line the road as I walk down the street
pristine and clean, rinsed in summers rain
but what filth and smells are lurking inside
the hidden interiors what disclosures
just waiting to be revealed
lidded and kept from...

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Fort Largs

Once we stood together proud and tall
Dressed in khaki or navy blue one and all
We ran the grounds and learnt the law
In the people’s service those years before
Remember us from those times past
As from...

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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...

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Pedalling along 
   the wind in your face
Taking it easy
   no need to race
Relaxing 
   as you breathe in the fresh air
The feeling of freedom
   of being...

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