Parkour Poetry... Ooh!! An illiteration!!

This is a change of pace for this website, but I felt that I needed to update my blog for you peoples.  Here are a few poems I wrote about Parkour.  And if you don't know what parkour is, you don't know who I am, and get off my site you creepy stalker person.

Preparation

He stands before his obstacle,

  Fists opening and closing.
Laying to his left is his rusted bicycle,
  To his right, peers intently watching.

He runs the move through his mind again,
  It seems so easy on paper.
All it is is a Kong to Precision,
  But the gap makes his face turn pale as plaster.

The traceur leans forward with his right foot,
  Left following in suit.
His arms are pumping as fast as they could,
  Adrenaline rushing from hat to shoe.

Legs bending, his arms whip out,
  He dives forward. 

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She sprints at the wall,
  Hair trailing behind her.
  As a kid, they called her a whiner,
But now she is older, proud, and tall.

His fists slice through the air,
  Face an expression of pure determination.
  In a state of absolute concentration,
He jumps high into the air.

They both his the wall with their right foot,
  And push of the barrier.
  Twisting in mid-air they're
Reaching for the peak of the wall with hands as dark as soot.

Their shoes slap the wall,
  Grip searching for a catch.
  Ariakes ready for another patch,
As towards the sky they fall. 

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