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Racy Alternation
Spellbound storm rider,
Balls clipped to cleats;
I’ve got time on my side,
For my feet fly so fleet.
I tell of two cities
Passed through on my way
Calves scream Holy Cow!
Pumping night upon day.
Master of your suspension
Spinning fiery agaze;
Fierce battling for freedom,
A Tour de Force ablaze.
The swifter the legs,
The greater cloud’s dust;
My rapid ride rising
With each forcible thrust.
My ligaments all torn,
Red-raw stalked rhubarb;
Sweat leaks head to toe,
(How I do rue my garb . . .)
Eyes hunger on the prize,
Mind’s frail fingers fumble;
If I can’t top this century,
I fear I may crumble.
Next whirling dimension,
Just out of my sight,
I’ll bunny hop across,
Hare headlong in flight.
I’ll be gone from this world,
In an eye blink or two,
Escaping time’s sentence . . .
I’m coming for you.
Esme's Cloud 
A fun, bouncy ride.
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It’s been said before. laughs The Cloud is much the same when in the right mood.
Thank you dearie.
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Mmmmm, that is a wonderful poetic tribute Madame to the valiant 3-Lions and their successful tournament. That is a sweet send-off Darling. Bravo! 🏴 😍
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It’s about cycling ya big loon! Hahahaha. Having said that, the boys did very well indeed, and I enjoyed their antics, as you clearly did too smiles broadly
Esme Cloud very relieved it was a comment she could publish without censorship for a change
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Oh YES! “Cycling” that football around the 18-yd box, moving off the most GORGEOUS spherical ball to create…
Indeed Madame Esmeralda, it IS all about the POETRY of the World Cup!!! This was a delightful dedication to your Boys (the usually censored Professor stands to sing God Save the Queen so he won’t get booted or Red Carded!)
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Esme calls for the nurses as she jabs The Professor swiftly with a syringe of elephant tranquilliser.
No red card though, eh? Hahahahahaha
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BWAHAHAHA! (in a defiant maniacal tone as the needle enters…)
“You will never be able… (breaths) to sile…nc…
(and like a pile of 100 lbs bean-sacks the delusional Professor drops… or rather finally falls for the Queen of the Clouds!)
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Bean sacks eh? Good job your comment works so well sir! Hahahahahaha.
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PERV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I know you are dear, and we’re very accepting of you, the Professor, Hariod, Swarn and your ilk here on the Cloud. Here – pull up a dildo and rest those weary espadrilles of yours, you must be fatigued after trying on each of the sixty nine pairs you own trying to find a pair to match your pretty eyes.
Esme falling off the Cloud laughing
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Have you go me confused with Mr. Taboo?
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The simple answer is no.
Hahahahahaha. You’ve shouted ‘PERVE!’ previously, and you what they say . . . it takes one to know one, Ha!
Esme Cloud not getting her pervs mixed up thank you
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Thought I’d get comments that would clarify wtf this was about. Aaahhhh makes sense now. Nice write🤗
We have the Ironman here, but after watching it one year a dozen or so years ago, cheering everybody on until the last rider came through, we’re over it. What a bunch of self absorbed assholes. Throwing plastic bottles back at kids assigned to assist from the sidelines, screaming and yelling, practicing recklessly on the roads and generally expecting adulation everywhere they go. OVER it. They are far too precious for me. And I’m a cyclist, which makes it worse you know, because I don’t wear the fucking spandex and make a big deal about it. I just ride my 10 or 30 miles and head on home to my garden. Sheesh. Wankers. 😘
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Oh yes, it overtakes itself and swerves into the WTFAYOA lane. That’s the aether for you, it sends all manner of . . . *unusualities.
Sounds like The Ironman needs a kick up his klanging arse. I didn’t imagine your island having a problem like this as it sits in my head as a volcanic paradise where the only wankers haven’t the balance for success in their area of expertise whilst cycling. Don’t be popping my balloon now Bela laughs a lot*
I don’t mind what folks wear on their bike so long as they’re civil, and ideally, return the huge cheery grin and ‘Good morning!/Afternoon!’lobbed at their surprised faces from my direction. There’s a naked bike ride every year (this is absolutely true) and quite a lot of folks seem keen on that. The chaffing puts Esme off. That and the nakedness.
(*)Troposphere word.
Esme impressed at Bela’s 30 milers upon the Cloud ❤
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Yes, everyone greets everyone else when biking, it’s like a little club. But these clowns are far too good for us commoners. I seem to recall two smles returned in the 15 years we have lived here. Terrible odds. In Kona, it’s somewhat expected I guess. The lack of Aloha, the crazy riding behavior. Accidents are not uncommon. But we live in the country, far away from all that. We are the turnaround point. Tag cars and helicopters are a major disruption to our peaceful little town. We give and expect common courtesy. But that’s a joke. Hawaiian people are so laid back, but if you know and ask, many feel as I do. Still, what are you going to do? Every October, it’s Ironman time. We just leave town for the day.
Anyhow dearie, carry on, enjoy, and my usual ride is 10 miles. The 30 knocks me sideways when I do it, which is not in the hotter months. So don’t be too impressed. ❤️🤗😘
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Sounds awful, thank heavens it isn’t a week-long festival or the like. ❤ Ten miles is excellent, I managed 30 a couple of times myself, even my eyeballs were aching by the end, hahahaha.
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I can relate to eyeballs aching! It’s a stretch here with the heat. Better with a riding buddy. And a glorious sand beach is at the end of the ride. Then I call Chris to cone pick me up in the truck 😝
Oh, the Ironman athletes are here year-round, but most materialize in earnest a week before the race, complaining about the wind and god knows what-all. Always glad to see the back of them, but I think I made that clear already- HA!!! Aloha, sweetie. 🌺🌈🤪🌹😘
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All year round. Good lord. One day perhaps I’ll fly your way and we can cycle down to the beach, a pair of Iron women, light as the clouds ❤
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Please do! Would love that! ❤️
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[LIKE] – sorry, I’ve started using an app called ‘disconnect’ which stops online tracking, but apparently it also stops me from clicking the Like button on blogs. -sigh-
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Then you’re forced to say you like it rather than click, which is great news for everyone else! Hahahahaha.
Thank you meeka ❤
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LMAO! You Pollyanna you. 😀
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LMAO!!!!!! Oh, that’d be me. Love it. LOVE IT.
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This has a wonderfully compelling (dare I say it) cyclical pulse/meter/rhythm (don’t know the correct poetic terms); such that it invokes the feeling of pushing away at those pedals whilst at the same time it is they that control the direction of (mind’s) push. One sits on its saddle, grips its handlebars, and off it takes one. But then you knew all that, of course. Another triumph, Esme, perfectly wrought and delivered, the two in tandem. Many congratulations, once again.
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Why thank you Hariod! It’s not as artful as some I’ve done I suspect, but I’m very pleased it does just what it is supposed to.
‘Another triumph,’ – tucks this into her pocket to look at again later happily and perhaps have on toast to celebrate
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Sometimes artfulness can get in the way, it seems to me, and it depends on the objective, what one’s trying to convey. Chinese painters were brilliant at this with their simple, impressionistic evocations of nature. How best to paint a misty mountain so that one is there, stood in the mist, smelling the damp and hearing the birds caw overhead at dawn? How best to convey the feeling of compulsion that one gets when cycling with purpose towards one’s destiny?
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Beautifully said and quite true Hariod, capturing the feeling, the compulsion, that’s what it was all about. ❤
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No sweat! I fear not.
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Hahahahaha. Indeed.
Esme Cloud liking the succinct nature of him.
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I concur with the Professor that this is about football. I mean July 11th. It’s a fantastically written poem about football, and only a mediocre one about cycling. 🙂
Anyway this was my favorite bit of imagery from the poem:
My ligaments all torn,
Red-raw stalked rhubarb;
Well done as always my dear. 🙂
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Bollards it is. Cheeky sod.
I don’t have to come here for insults you know, they’re apound a penny in the local chippy.
I’m glad you liked the lines mind so you you shall not be killed first. Prof Taboo shall be.
Obviously.
Esme falling about upon the Cloud
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