Bicycle Ride
by Pat Mullan
I sat on the cold handlebars
my thighs bone-tight to the metal
as you pushed me
Your breath spluttered
hot on my neck
like the engine in
your old Morris Minor
Up and up that brae
you pushed till you seemed
to stand still on the pedals
almost waiting to fall
Hailstones beat down
on my bare legs
till they were scourged red
but I don’t remember the pain
I only remember your strength
and your closeness.
We were never like that again.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: My Heart’s In The Highlands:
- Николай Языков – Прими ты мой поклон заздравный
- Sonnet IV: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Комета
- Missing Person by Vinita Agrawal
- Николай Гумилев – Зараза
- Ballad Of The Skeletons poem – Allen Ginsberg
- Владимир Луговской – Повелитель бумаги
- Нина Воронель – Московский день
- Владимир Британишский – Двуединство души
- Compensation by Rabindranath Tagore
- power-of-thought.html
- Юлиан Анисимов – Круглогодие
- America To Great Britain by Washington Allston
- New Land
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
