Sunday, April 30, 2006

The Perils of a Biking Poet

Geared up by inspiration
I search in desperation
and find a crusty pen beside the road;
regardless how I coax
it’s dryer than my spokes
so I rocket home before my head explodes.
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3 comments:

  1. HL2:55 PM

    Oh it is good to see a poem about a bicycle.

    http://hlbumpken.blogspot.com/

    War is not the Anwser
    Ride a Bicycle

    I see your posts of Poets101.com
    Keep up the good work.

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  2. rch12:15 PM

    Hey hl,

    Well thanks and sorry I missed this comment earlier. I really like your site! Cruise by often ;^)

    Bob

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  3. Anonymous Poet9:24 AM

    Yes. I hope that your head does not explode. That would not be pleasant . . . .

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