In increased rush I feed my need,
of flying fast into blurred danger.
For the bite of the rush of speed,
I compromise fate with strangers.
Very fast, yet not fast enough,
I tempt fate in pleasured hurry.
Accelerating revolutions rough,
taching grind of burned scurry.
In a flash of lightening break,
rip cords plunk invisible threads.
If discretion evades what's at stake,
Obsession of speed could find me dead.
Yet as the ultimate spice of life,
is to tread the currents of danger.
Me and speed will always be tied,
one on one to bitter's end claimer.
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A contest entry
- 7 Pictures by Kari.
560 points, ended April 18, 2007, 22 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Congratulations on the gold win here. Yours words complimented the picture very well. I hate speed, and I was nervous just reading..lol Very nice.
Sam
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Thanks Sam. I'm not nearly the free spirit I used to be. But the momories are enough to make my worn heart skip.
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Wow, Awesome! Very well done and it does fit perfect with that and just wow I love it. The best of luck to you in the contest.
Kari
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I love what you have drawn of the "fast lane, the fast life" by this poem. The poem compliments the image so well, and for some reason Princess Di came to mind in the reading.
Excellent writing, it really has that quick-speedy pace as I read it aloud. Best wishes to you in the contest!
Jo
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It's more about my immature love of tempting fate in street competition. Over the years since my teens. I couldn't resist a challenge to race.After my kids were born,I used that as an excuse when asked. "No, I can't risk it,I have kids in the back". Back in the seventies and sixties. My two stood on the back seat leaning on the front seat. Had no seat belts nor kids car seats. They weren't required.Yet I still always offered whoever was with me. The opportunity to step out of the car before a street race. We got in trouble with the law then. But they come down on you much harder now. Wasn't an everyday thing with me. But I can't deny,I did it either. P.S. Oh,by the way. This bad habit was replaced by horse races. My kids could if they wanted to,or not.
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This picture and the words you have written could be a memorial to Princess Di. Looks very much like the lead in to the underpass in Paris where she met her untimely end.
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One thing I am not is a dare-devil! Wonderful metaphors and hyperboles. This was not an easy theme to depict but you did it so well! ♥ Belle
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Thanks for reading ma belle. Even today.When I'm old enough to know better. If I find myself alone with all powerful capasity. Be it horse flesh or auto horse power. I get the itch to fly. And to push it to the max til I scare myself. Ha! One facet of immaturity I've never outgrown.
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