Short Motorbikes Poems

Nigel likes to talk about planes
And trains and motorbikes.
He has a few friends
Who like the same.
I say to him: "Why does the piston go up and down?"
He tells me,
But I don't really understand.
I go back to my poetry books
And let my imagination soar.
While Nigel gets on his bike and makes it roar....

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Going home.  

 On the plain of Alentejo
sacred green grass ornamented with white flowers. 
Rolling landscape and big farms 
grazing cattle,
sheep in the shade of umbrella trees. 
Rolling landscape I would love to be a stallion here.
Alas, I see few horses and no mares,
but many four- wheeled motorbikes
disturbing the peace. 
Cows, sheep and big balled bulls
milk and meat,
time to stop for lunch....

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