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Up hill slowly I pedal lowly amidst a few drivers who verbally meddle

I regularly pedal up a steep, narrow, winding, two-way, two-lane road occasionally ‘causing’ drivers to wait due to oncoming traffic before passing me. Judging from some cars ‘riding my rear fender’ & the rare occasional driver’s remark or gesture perhaps I’m viewed by some drivers as an annoying traffic impediment? Others may perhaps be capable of ‘feeling my pain’ (here in aging legs & lungs), while by most ignored? So goes our human experience at large.

One irate driver yelling
“You’re obstructing traffic!”
on mission Cyclist Quelling
then adds gesture graphic

While another in civil quirk
rather cheers my modest pace
by affably calling “Good work!”
with welcomed patience & grace

Thus the human clash goes
between those empathetic
and those in restless throes
sounding off homiletic

Of course up to anyone exposed
to try act safely & stay composed

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Galloping gallivant

Pretending we’re riding high
on puniest ponies
while not asking ourselves why
how come we’re such phonies!

We’re lacking in self awareness
whining about life’s unfairness

With feet barely
off the ground dangling
only rarely
lets up our wrangling!

We gallop gallivanting advocating
with our deprecating mouths agitating

 

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Stepping up from low(ly) sedans, hiding high up in wheeled towers

Shiny the lacquer
that positively screams:
“Here drives no slacker
but someone lives their dreams!”

Lighting, screens gleaming
painted darkly, sized huge
with gadgets teeming
No measly subterfuge!

Keeps conniving
through windows tinted
pushing, driving
to self unstinted!

But not hard to figger
why the rush to bigger:

Mighty fortress wheeled
of menacing power
as cave, as crutch, shield
We’re King in our Tower!

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No rest until she scores the best

Again and again she looks
for what’s urgently ‘essential’
zero objections she brooks
then pours on efforts torrential

These things she’d ‘wanted forever’
and won’t fumble on follow through:
She pursues in all out endeavor
as been her custom hitherto

No hurdle shall stand in her way
allowing herself no rest
against peace of mind she’ll inveigh
until having scored the best

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My life – were I a train, ship or car

My life, were I a train, ship or car

I’d keep on spouting rickety yack
my train wheels going clickety-clack:

Seldom were I a locomotive
usually a mere caboose
Rarely dug deep down to emotive
just spouting cursory excuse

*

I’d be like a storm tossed ship
on vast ocean a mere blip:

Bow setting in waves slake
as memories fade remote
astern in churning wake
but briefly they stay afloat

*

If a car the whimsical Deux Chevaux
that purely minimalist, wheeled gizmo:

Watch it doggedly ‘dash’ uphill
engine whining wheezily
at speeds barely besting standstill
While downhill rolls easily

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-Deux Chevaux = the simple, lightweight & low-powered Citroën 2CV car
https://www.motortrend.com/vehicle-genres/citroen-2cv-history-photos/

 

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Lazy thoughts drifting

Like light winds shifting
blowing across the pond
lazy thoughts drifting
awed, by escapism spawned

Unmoored our minds flap
as plunged stones or dipped oars
stir small waves which lap
expediency’s shores

Minds in the mundane adrift
to most else giving short shrift

 

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Sales pitches sclerotic in commerce idiotic

Where trampling consumer herds graze
among shrill sales pitches sclerotic
with perked up ears, their screens on face
stampede in commerce idiotic

With grasping hearts ice pack cold
snagging shiny contrivances
by acts as quick as they’re bold
in persuasive connivances

While they barely break in sweat shopping
still being on a track all sopping

 

 

 

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Escaping from what? Searching for what?

In every port city
blown above ship hulls
eerily the ‘ditty’
of screeching seagulls

Thus welcomed the seafarer
who soon senses constrain
and the Sea, the ensnarer,
lures him back to its reign

So with eyes teary
sailors depart mournful
of port nights weary
of landlubbers scornful

 

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Tire squealing through cream cake plethora

Although driving pandemic
by the global tellurian
compellingly endemic
along the coast Ligurian.

High pitched its roar
Panda 4×4.
Shifter on floor
road hugging rapport.

Tire squealing curves vertiginous
wind through hilly cream cake plethora.
Binge worth cake shops indigenous
caloric boxes of pandora.

A swift driving stalk
brings a sweet cake walk.

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-cake shop = in Volterra https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g194951-d1861279-Reviews-L_Incontro-Volterra_Province_of_Pisa_Tuscany.html
-Panda 4×4 = https://www.fiat.com/panda/panda-4×4
-tellurian = of or inhabiting the earth
-Volterra = http://www.initaly.com/regions/hilltowns/volterra.htm