The Race

The Race

I feel the wind in my hair                                                                                                  

Pedalling fast

I’m almost there

But will it last?

The race began

Vigorous

Everything according to plan

But not too rigorous.

The first sign of weakness

Tired legs

Brought a bleakness

I was down in the dregs!

The end is near

I see the finish

But I fear

Energy starts to diminish

Finally the line is crossed

The race is over

All is not lost

There is closure!

© Phil Renaud 2015

Hearts

Hearts

We are apart

A piece of my heart

Is ripped asunder

As I wonder

How long until we can

Be together again

Then hope dawns

As the door yawns

Open wide

To let inside

My lost heart

We are not apart

We embrace

Here in this place

To show our love

Comes above

Everything

Making bells ring

Our two hearts meet

We are complete

© Phil Renaud 2015

Crash

Crash

The drips are fascinating

Blossoming red roses of color

On a slate grey roof liner

Dazed and confused I admire the redness of the blossoms

And I wonder why

I hear a banshee screaming and hollering

From right next to me

Loud and piercing, the scream eats into my brain

I think it is my wife

And I wonder why

The front windshield is a spider web of cracks

So fine and delicate

Spread across the glass

I can see the brown earth through the web

And I wonder why

Releasing my seatbelt

I fall as an apple falls from the tree

Hitting the roof

I crumble

And I wonder why

My door is stuck

A few donkey kick and it opens

Barely

And I wonder why

Upon exit

I notice the rubber side is pointing up like a dead bug

And I wonder why

The screaming ends

The fog of confusion lifts

Suddenly I know why

The other car came at us from the side

A ship appearing out of the murk,

It was suddenly there

Hitting us like a ton of bricks

Our vehicle rolled over

As a bowling ball rolls over when thrown

My nose had a meeting with the steering wheel

The beautiful red blossoms was my blood leaking from my schnoz

The banshee screams

Came from my better half

Letting out her fear and anxiety

The collision happened in the blink of an eye

Before my brain could process the event

The rollover caused turmoil and confusion

Turmoil that was eased by awareness of the situation

It was over

We were safe

Our car looked like a wrecking ball

Had landed on it

Life went on

© Phil Renaud 2015

Pants

Pants

I wear them in secret like a spy searching for information

Hoping to be seen,

But not wanting others to find out

My wife knows of my secret

But she holds her tongue

Their fit is glorious

Conforming to my body

Like a condom to a phallus

I love sliding them over my limbs

They are sleek and sexy

Black and shiny

Stretchy and comfortable

I have tried to show my secret

To the world

But I get looks of disgust

As if I am committing a crime against nature

But is it a crime

To feel the soft silkiness of the cloth

Against my alabaster skin.

Being caressed by the by the smooth material

Gliding, clinging and forming to my legs and derriere

Creates an almost sexual experience

Because of my fetish

I understand the female love of the style

They are as comfortable as a soft pillow

So please allow me

My secret proclivity

It does no harm or damage

To anyone

© Phil Renaud 2015

Work

Work

The sun streamed in through the curtained window shedding light on patches of gloom in all corners of the building

That was built for the strict purpose of providing compensated activity for all who wished monetary gain

To supply their needs housing and vices that come with the never ending drudgery

Which profited the great machine of endless production

The machine who took grunts, chewed them up and spit out the detritus after years of slaving for a mere pittance

All done to bestow employment upon the drones.

© Phil Renaud 2015

Exercise

Exercise

Sweat rolled down the nape of their necks pooling and drenching the waistband of their shorts

Grunting groaning heaving hoping to achieve better health drove the whole room to subject themselves to physical extremes

Crashing and banging, weights were lifted up and thrown down to burn the necessary calories essential to accomplish this aim.

Aside from the heaving crowd the cardio crowd used high paced running around the block or the city to facilitate better conditioning, resulting in many people attaining hearts that were strong as oxen and powerful enough to drive a locomotive.

Their grunting groaning and heaving happens outdoors on the road.

© Phil Renaud 2015

Football

Football

The heroic battle begins with a kick lofting a ball through the air in a beautiful gentle arc

Competitors, bulked up by drugs and padding, rush at each other hoping to secure the flying orb. It is caught, running up the field the catcher is tackled by the kickers

Teams line up facing each other one attacking one guarding

Play begins with the attackers running the ball or floating the pigskin through the air.

Gaining ground is a success losing ground a failure. Success is furthered by reaching the defenders end of the field and scoring

The battle rages back and forth with each team taking turns at attacking and defending

The campaign goes on for a specific length of time until a winner is declared

The battle is won by the body of competitors who notch the most points

After the battle adversaries, who just finished beating on each other shake hands in friendship the game ended

And life goes on until the next contest.

© Phil Renaud 2015