Beats get louder, split concrete veins
Sound storms in fluorescent skies
Faster, faster…. yells the trainer
Momentum does wonders
You saw the headless biker
on a machine running on built-in power
The music stopped with a thud
The doors opened with a bang
Rhythms galloped
like hoofbeats on polished floors
and soon, he faced an empty gym
I need to give examples better
to cut through thought clutter
but not stop the chatter
with ghoulish forms scarier
than things that matter
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Oh this is absolutely brilliant, Reena! Kudos! ❤️
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Thanks, Sanaa!
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Oh, I don’t think I want to visit that gym! I’ve seen scary people, but never a headless biker–and that sudden empty room!
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Gyms are not very pleasant places to go. Enjoy a laid-back existence 🙂
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I used to go to the gym regularly until Covid. 😊
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Reena, your poem has an intense atmosphere, the spectacle then being disrupted by sudden emptiness, is very thought provoking 🙌
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Thank you so much, Ange!
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The gym is not a safe place to be if you want to stay away from the headless horseman.
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Or any discussion about the headless bike rider…
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That is true, saw galloped, thought horseman. I wonder if the biker wore his helmet.
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That’s a point to ponder. But does the helmet protect the neck?
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Probably not
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A unique setting for a headless biker, Reena! I’m glad I don’t go to the gym.
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It is a reference to a news item by the trainer, not a placement in the gym.
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The placement of the horseman in a gym made me smile… to me it put a sinister tone in doing deadlifts
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Thank you, Bjorn! 😀😀
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