Unicycle haiku (and other poems)

Here is one that I wrote this afternoon:

Unicycle Haiku #1

Rough hilly terrain,
A path, some pads, and a wheel:
Mountain unicycling

Sensing my approach,
the prophet offers wisdom.
“Where’s your other wheel?!”

I wrote two limericks in English so far:

A Cockney girl called Mary-Jane
went as an au pair to lovely Spain.
They considered her loony
for riding a uni
when crossing the plain in the rain.

And:

A unicyclist from Liverpool
thought cycling next to the river cool.
But one winter day
tripping over a sleigh
he fell in and started to shiver - fool!

haiku…

I ride a big wheel
there is nothing much more fun
except when you fall

Where’s my other wheel?
Perhaps you meant to say “wheels”
It’s a tricycle

Lone wheel in garage
I miss it while I’m working
Going home to play

“Riding Forever”
By Terry Peterson

MUni’s my drug and a natural high
Nothing can equal the thrill
Living the dreams that money can’t buy
I can never quite get my fill

Ready to roll at the summit of life
The trailhead beckons me on…
My wheel digs in as it cuts like a knife
Blazing the journey till dawn

Now in my autumn the years melt away
Can’t dwell on what might have been
Riding forever and living each day
I’d do it all over again!

“Riding Forever”
By Terry Peterson


MUni’s my drug and a natural high

Nothing can equal the thrill
Living the dreams that money can’t buy
I can never quite get my fill

Ready to roll at the summit of life
The trailhead beckons me on…
My wheel digs in as it cuts like a knife
Blazing the journey till dawn

Now in my autumn the years melt away
Can’t dwell on what might have been
Riding forever and living each day
I’d do it all over again!

“Disappear”
By Terry Peterson

Brittle leaves crunching under my wheel
Splashing through another stream crossing

Riding free under the shady canopy of pine trees
Escaping the incessant drone of the rat race

Peace and solitude waits for me here
Away from the concrete and artifice of the city

Why can’t I stay here forever?
Riding into the future until I disappear…

“Disappear”
By Terry Peterson

Brittle leaves crunching under my wheel
Splashing through another stream crossing

Riding free under the shady canopy of pine trees
Escaping the incessant drone of the rat race

Peace and solitude waits for me here
Away from the concrete and artifice of the city

Why can’t I stay here forever?
Riding into the future until I disappear…