Woke Up to the Dread of the World
Wishing all breezes could sing me comforting rhymes Still furled up in the bed thread Wishing to be swirled up by some kind of dancing chimes Only silence lurked No birds chirped No...
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The Triathlon
Ted opened the heavy wooden door of The Horseshoes Pub, instantly aware of the noise and chatter filling it. He surveyed the bar area and saw his brother...
A Bike Older than Me
The sun was bright, and the wind was calm on a busy Friday morning, as I whizzed down the bus lane on US-1. About an hour later, I...
Cycling, for Me
My days are dull, repetitive, and monotonous—the same task and the same "reward" out. I get tired from working, giving my all to a corporation, for which I...
Cycling Moments
As an individual trekking through the phase of childhood, My sight saw a glow that pierced my mind for good. It slowly blossomed into a passion, As it...
The Only One
What is the sound I cannot hear? The sound, not ringing in my ear. Wow! What is the beauty I see? The beauty that is all around me. What is this breeze...
As I Cycle Along the Way
As I cycle along the way, with my fist clenched and my breathing getting faster I try to concentrate on the road ahead of me, clearing my thoughts from all problems. ...