Miracle Okereke (16+ category)
1
Golden
The Olympics has spelled us all,
We all own bikes now, riding across our chartered streets
Whilst strutting our stuff in our skin tight spandex shorts,
We are aware we look like fools however,
In our pixelated vision we are peddling for gold.
Yesterday, as I rode by,
I watched the brown leaves slowly float away
Whilst the branches wept like clingy mothers,
In the still noon I watched this departure
The leaves like snowflakes fell silently
Then wandered thence,
Their beauty now dispersed upon the ground
Like fallen soldiers they simply just laid there
Like fallen soldiers they fall, so we may rise
2
All I Need
As the big game approaches
And it begins to feels so real The fire inside me starts burning Finally, found something I can feel I steel myself for the battle for the test of my endurance, I take a long breath Ready myself to take a stance with every road comes an end This one is no different The preparation for the battle
Draws to a sweet end as my head floats to the clouds
The moment to mount
Approaches fast
As I get ready to fly pushing the pedals brings me faith that I control my life
Pushing the pedals bring me joy
As I realise the gears to happiness
Are within my grip
My bicycle is my only escape he never lets me fall,
My bicycle is all I need
He reminds me to keep breathing.
English: Spandex fiber Italiano: Filo elastam
English: A guy on a bike wearing spandex
Parisian Bicycle