Mid-Afternoon Commute

a baiku

new tar on roadway
smooth as baby's bottom, hot
as steaming diaper


~ it's hot ~


- THe Old Bag ...s l o w l y wilting....

TMI

a baiku

must be warm spring temps
after a winter of fuzz
my legs finally shaved
!


- OB ....and no, I'm not posting a picture....

A Bit of Cheese?

a baiku

Mouse-squeaking chain links
aren't as hard on my drive train
as they are on me.

- OB because people who don't maintain their bicycles are...wait a minute...nevermind

Foreground on the Cityscape

a commuter baiku (bicycle haiku)

spots and specks trailside
nodding with sympathy for
work 'stead of play time

- B one more day of classes...one list, one paper, one presentation left

How Ever Will I

a back-to-work haiku

has it been a week
since I've put together a
coherent post for

the laundry and mail
regenerate themselves in
an amazingly

how will I ever
accomplish in an evening
things that used to take

- OBZzzz but I'm not done and it's already time for b

Reason #21,758 Why Cyclists

and Yards Just Don't Mix in Minnesota where somehow we believe houses should be surrounded by grass...gotta rethink that fer God's sake....

A House Haiku (housku??)

seven weed-filled bags
work put-off for months while I
toured, traveled and played

What's in these...

...was all here...

...but I doubt there's much hope for this.

- ocriminyb

Hotku

I'm hoping C.P. over at Tatterdemalion in neaby Iowa won't mind that I've posted his take on haiku there's baiku-bicycling haiku...raiku-running haiku...now there's hotku! posted in response to my Saturday entry:

Hotku
by C.P.
Bike covered in sweat,
As are my fave running shoes,
Hot, too stinking hot!

- bo (!) that was a typo, but it seems surprisingly appropriate....

Girlfriend

a baiku


Betty and me, we
go way back like girlfriends do
time spent together

she hangs out content
to pick-up when life settles
because she knows why

we're like that, Betty
and me, we depend upon
the strength of the bond

the history behind
what is now means we always
start up where we left

and we always leave
on good terms, Betty and me,
we lock side glances

when time finally
welcomes us to fly with the
breezes down the road

- tob waitin' to take-off

30 Seconds is Too Long

It’s out of the bag:

I didn't comment [on your blog] since the rule of thumb is if it takes more than 30 seconds to figure out...move on! I'm playing on the computer while my wife is still busy working and I'm supposed to be doing house chores!! Time is of the essence!

This came in an email from my friend who introduced me to Bike Shui. His bike philosophy tumbles forth effortlessly. His first stab at baiku (bike haiku) is below:

From Hero to Zero
Track stand. Loosened cleat.
Twenty fellow bikers watch
On ground. Coolness gone.

and Back Again
Biker with flat tire
Never fixed a flat before
Simply helped. Smile restored.

Not bad, eh?

- The Old Bag's recruiting!

We've All Done It...

But, it's not to be found here. Hop over to Two Cities Two Wheels and you'll find (what else?) two Baiku verses...simple, to the point, experiences we've all had.

- TOB

I've Spent Eight Months on a Bicycle!

or
Where Were THOSE Muscles All This Time?

running through my youth
short distances ‘round the track
fleet-footed playing

memories are fresh
still find excitement within
oval enclosure

now running distance
plodding, tromping, trodding on
muscles tendons OW!

...if bike haiku is called Baiku... is this Raiku?

- The Bag needs some Ibuprofen

Yeehaw!

or
...so THIS is Mountain Biking

Baiku ...that's bicycle haiku (like this guy only different)



wheeled barrel pony
gleaming, spotless, too shiny
restless for dirt paths

autumn day arrives
crisp, bright, exhilarating
anticipation

hesitant first moves
apprehension morphs to skill
fixed concentration

streaming through clearing
busting into woods hauling
through tight singletrack

races down cleared trail
dances over jumps, bumps, rocks
pushes corners wide

celebration of
speed, focus, intensity
‘round the next barrel

cables pinged and twanged
finished! heading home to rest
sweetly exhausted

- TOB