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giorgios 09-08-04 12:10 PM

bicycle poetry
 
:) :) Here are two poems that I wrote as a result for my passion for cycling...

What am I on?



People want to know what I am on...

What am I on? I'm on my sixty seven centimeter custom steel Rock

Lobster bicycle. I named it my giant green

road racicing machine. It's painted metalic

british racing green with yellow labels.

It has Mavic open pro rims with Michelin Pro Race Performance tires.

The sprocket, front deralier and brakes are Ultegra,

evrething else is Dura Ace. Ritchey stem. Ego power handle bar.

Sella Italia yellow leather saddle with titanium rails,

Look 296 racing pedals. Schimano flight deck; cordless and intergrated

in the hoods for finger tip trip information and stats!

Thompson titanium mountain post. Chris King threadless head set,

two Elite bottle cages, and a thirty cubic inch Pearl Izumi tale gate for

the bare minumim tools that are required when riding, cruzing, rolling,

free wheeling,climbing,moving,spinning,sprinting, crashing, dancing on

my pedals, pulling away from the peloton,

trying desperatly to rejoin the back end of the peloton after the Postal

Boys started a very fast tempo that has stretched the peloton long and thin.

Their speed is unrelentless...

they want to launch their Captain Lance Armstrong into orbit at the base

of Mount Ventox long before any other rider in this powerfull peloton does!!!!


about this poem

This poem was inspired a Lance Armstrong commercial...



BIKE THE DRIVE

Bike the drive.
It is fun.
Bike the drive
Like when you were a little kid
and you stuck your hand out
and said to your friend
give me five!

Bike the drive.
It is fun like running around in a playground,
swinging from swings,
flying a kite,
like when you were young
it helped make the whole world go round
bike the drive!

Bike the drive.
Just for the simple fact that you can.
Bike the drive.
Match or surpass the feeling you had when your parents took away the
training wheels from your first bike when you were five!
Bike the drive.
Rejoice you are alive!


About this poem:
June 15, 2003 the city of Chicago closes down Lake Shore Drive from 5:00 a.m to 10:00 a.m. to allow passage to over 12,000 cyclist of all types of shapes and sizes (that's people and bicycles!) I wrote this poem the night before while driving home thinking in my mind how much FUN I will have when I bike the drive with two freinds from work and 12,000 other people who are passionate about bicycles and cycling like myself.

Zeeko Jr. 09-11-04 12:10 PM

Back atcha!...

"Arms, hands, bars, knees
Spinning blur, fast trees
Heart bangs, tires sing
Wind roars, gears ching
Climbing grade, sweat drips
Heavy legs, a couple sips
Breathing deeper, suck the air
Crest a hill, pedals tear
Feel no pain, feel no burn
Still time to go another turn
Mind is clear, thighs are tight
Rolling speed, wheeled flight
Cycling!"

Copyright 2003. All rights reserved.

giorgios 09-12-04 10:52 PM

Exellent poem Zeeko Jr. I love your cycling poem. :)

coney 09-13-04 01:49 PM

My bike haiku:

The wind behind me
Water bottle is my friend
Watch that taxi door

james Haury 09-15-04 04:34 PM

Excellent bike poems by all it looks like the haiku writer is a wallace and gromit fan ,at least the dog avatar looks like Aardman animation.

Raiyn 09-15-04 11:56 PM

I once had a bicycle
Cool as an Icicle
I thought I was slick
With my baby locked tight
I wept at the sight
Of the thief with a Bic

so it's not Yeats

markcycle 09-16-04 09:06 PM

Club Ride

Two Wheels apart perfectly round
Sitting upright upon the ground
Connected together by a frame
Their is distance to be gained

Rider legs start to spin
Effort results and motion begins

We are a serial dance of Wheels
Now speed is what I feel
Inches apart to each we trust
The effort is to keep it in sync
Always alert we have to think

I leave my direction to those ahead
My focus must be
The rider's wheel in front of me

I push to be my best
My Energy out is less
Pulled along the course
A gift from those in the lead
This help, most days I need

Every rider with there own cadence of spin
Yet our speed is all as one
This is called a paceline, its fun

james Haury 09-18-04 06:23 PM

Saturday A. M I wait . The train arrives ,I board with my folded bike. The train travels next stop,next stop, next stop etc. How many stops? This is my stop! I grab my bike and debark. On the platform I unfold it and ride away . Far from home.

bentrox! 03-09-05 10:25 PM

Attention cyclist-poets!
Bicycling magazine's 2005 contest is haiku.
If your gem is judged best you get your choice of a $4999.00 bike.
Here's your chance to make your poetry pay off.
Submit on-line by April 30.
http://www.bicycling.com/winabike

Guest 03-09-05 10:32 PM

Hmmmmm... I submitted a poem last year and I didn't hear a word. :( I guess I didn't win, huh? :( No more poems from me...

Koffee

bentrox! 03-09-05 10:42 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by koffee brown
Hmmmmm... I submitted a poem last year and I didn't hear a word. :( I guess I didn't win, huh? :( No more poems from me...

Koffee

Patience KB! Deadline is April 30 but the winner won't be posted 'til May 30.
You can enter as often as you want so keep the tap open.

Guest 03-09-05 10:49 PM

My keg has no tap. :(

Koffee

moxfyre 03-09-05 10:51 PM

I once met a man in DC,
Who rode to work on his fixie,
As he sped past jammed traffic
You could hear him just laughing,
"Those cagers will never catch me."

moxfyre 03-09-05 10:59 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by bentrox!
Attention cyclist-poets!
Bicycling magazine's 2005 contest is haiku.
If your gem is judged best you get your choice of a $4999.00 bike.
Here's your chance to make your poetry pay off.
Submit on-line by April 30.
http://www.bicycling.com/winabike

Anybody know if you can submit multiple entries? I'm cooking up a haiku storm here...

Paul L. 03-10-05 12:09 PM

Moments in Motion

Circles in motion, Triangles away!
In desert ocean, on backroads astray!

Quick feet going round, arms pushing ahead,
Rubber falling down, and rising instead.

Muscles churn in time, quick thoughts moving on,
Synchronized in rhyme, Wheels and road sing on.

K'Tesh 02-20-09 04:45 PM

The Road, Sky, and Mountain
 
Quote:

The Road, Sky and Mountain


You watch as the pedals move
in a never ending circle,
twin wheels beat the pavement
smoothly silent.
The red bags hanging on the front
flap slowly in the pine scented breeze.

The sky is perfect
few puffy bright clouds
against the morning sun.
A hawk catches the first thermal,
spinning in the sky.

The whistle of a car's wheels behind
is followed by a quick rush of wind,
and the glint of the sun off the window.

The road is straight and narrow
unbending for miles.
Trees, needle thin, point to heaven,
yet the road points to the snow capped peak
miles away,
never growing or shrinking as you pedal to it.


Submitted by the author, James C. Parsons
Copyright 1987, All Rights Reserved

More bike poetry can be read here on bikeportland.org's forums.

Rubberside Down!
K'Tesh

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Lebowski 02-20-09 07:04 PM

a little poem i wrote and posted in the winter cycling forums
im no poet

"i yearn for the summer time"

i want to feel the coolness of a breeze on my sweat drenched clothes,
every short-cut is unobstructed by the banks when it snows,
the delicious air that's so refreshing and mild,
i can hit the trails in the woods and feel a little wild,
the precision of warm rubber on dry pavement,
i can move about town with out looks of amazement,
i do not have to worry about staying warm,
my shoes have clips and i worry about my form,
my water bottles don't freeze by them selves,
the road bike waits patiently in the garage by the shelves,
a ride in the summer is freedom, don't take it for granted
six months of the year i trudge through snow muttering god damn it!

i do not need to de-ice the tumblers in my lock when it storms,
i dislike society but in summer its easier to follow the norms
just being that guy who rides a bike and not one who is crazy,
surrounded by those who are too f**kin lazy,
despite all the odds i am not snowbound ,
i pedal my happy ass all around,
watch my coworkers scurry to their cars,
with out a gas pedal they wont go far,
perhaps man is to domesticated,
im not just an a**hole its a little more complicated
don't forget that you are still a primate,
what good are you if you cant survive in your natural climate?
hold on to that little bit of natural instinct,
who am i kidding lets just hope some people still think.

Johnyg 02-11-10 12:21 PM

appreciation
 
Zeeko, I like your poem, and wanted to get your permission to use it in a bid to encourage more cycling. Would appreciate a quick reply. If anyybody else out there knows how to contact Zeeko jr, would like your help.
All best
Johnyg

Quote:

Originally Posted by Zeeko Jr. (Post 616509)
Back atcha!...

"Arms, hands, bars, knees
Spinning blur, fast trees
Heart bangs, tires sing
Wind roars, gears ching
Climbing grade, sweat drips
Heavy legs, a couple sips
Breathing deeper, suck the air
Crest a hill, pedals tear
Feel no pain, feel no burn
Still time to go another turn
Mind is clear, thighs are tight
Rolling speed, wheeled flight
Cycling!"

Copyright 2003. All rights reserved.


Zeeko Jr. 02-11-10 08:20 PM

Thanks!

Zeeko Jr. 02-11-10 08:21 PM

I'm here, I'm here...after a long time away. ...Was a longer ride than expected, I guess. See your email for my reply.

Zeeko Jr. 06-23-10 12:18 PM

Hey, fellow cycling poets. Looks like I'm the lucky winner of our little poem challenge!...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrhCSdEfquQ


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