Vuelta Stage 15

Vuelta Stage 15

Four big men from Spain

master peaks and plain

Not  showing pain

Piedra wins this game

9:25 to the gain

In local headgear

He appears dear

Lagos de Covadong

will live in memory long

 Rodriguez, Contador,Valverde

One, two, three

Stand tall in the saddle

of the GC

Froome drops to four

has he anything more?

His podium chances feel poor

But he's a right lad

Not sulky,  nor sad

'tho his chances look bad

I really hope

No one's on dope

'cause the Vuelta so far 

has been rad!

Vuelta Stage 9

Philippe Gilbert wins stage 9

Of the Vuelta race

Relief floods this hero's face

See my rhyming Blog of 2012 Tour de France below:

Tour de France 2012

Below is a rhyming report on each stage of Le Tour 2012, plus a couple of extras. Click on image to check it out.

Hope you enjoy!

The Leo Lunation

The Leo lunation/

Burnishes all Creation/

With glow both gold and bold/

With countenance bright/

She pierces the night/

With a smile both hot and cold/

Exuberant actress/

Strutting the sky

Extolling ardor in I + I

Generous matron/

dripping sensation/

A sexy scene stealer/

The Leo Lunation/

The Leo Lunation

Throbbingly urging us to express/

A generous nature which brings happiness/

Natural prima dona/ she takes all her bows/

Watching from earth, we can only say "WOW!'

Although the rain may keep us inside/

Full Moon emotions keep us at high tide/

The Leo full moon continues her glide/

Taking us all on her passionate ride

The Leo Lunation/

The Leo Lunation

© Imo Music

Feb 7, 2012

12:50 AM/ Mill Valley

Senor Contador

ALBERTO

Alberto Contador/

Tragic Matador

True and strong/

And yet so wrong/

A prickly personality/

within a Spaniard's soul/

A champions's zeal/

Is his appeal/

winning is his goal/

I wish the best for Senor A

A very happy ending/

Any hurt you may have had/

Hope that it is mending

Path Report 11/11/11

Path Report 11/11/11

Better late than never/

I did outwit the weather/

With layering so clever/

Chills/ not me/ no never! /

An interesting mackerel sky /

Made the walk fly by/

'tho only a stroll/

I made my goal/

'tho waking took three tries/

Folk were few upon the path/

Perhaps, like you, on other tasks/

Maybe a day with elevens three/

Made hoi polloi laze-y

Ducks in pairs show how it's done/

When two move smoothly as one/

But solo or pair/

I achieved my fresh air/

In the total absence of sun/

In fact, some languid drops of rain/

Do much their absence to explain

Whether it's rain, wind, or snow

I'm always the last to know/

I watch the weather on channel 5/

Wrong most days/They're total jive/

So I'm oft caught by surprise/

As storms and freezes do arise/

How long before I realize/

For predicting/ use your eyes/

Also your nose/ and your ears/

Even if TV says 'clear'

Ditto on weather.com/

One thing I've found--

They're usually wrong!

© Imo Music

11/11/11 MV

Ruminations on Rumi

Ruminations on Rumi

It doesn't really matter/

The object of his ardor/

Divine or human /

Man or Woman /

It doesn't really matter

What we respond to/

in his words/

is the depth of his devotion/

A kind of emotion which could fill seven oceans /

A depth of longing deeper than the ocean floor /

A love so powerful it just cries out for more!!!

It's an aching joy as love rushes through the human frame/

Flooding the veins/

igniting the brain/

To surges of sweet synapse /

which cannot be contained/

Thinking of the loved one/

we become enflamed/

And this potent longing/

is what Rumi named/

Call it God, call it Tabriz

Rumi knew just what love is/

The seed from which all blessings grow/

Oceanic in its flow/

A feeling filling every cell/

Of Rumi we say/

He loved well

Imo On the Path