Monday 23 February 2015

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

Tuesday 10 February 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

Monday 2 February 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