by Heydon Bunting |
Categories:
art, brother, cowboy-western, dedication, devotion, family, inspirational, life, love, people, song-timelove,
Thy brother, strong, straight and true,
to the core, his blood flows, fast and through.
I love him dearly, ever since his birth,
what an incredible gift from mother Earth.
Mad as a cut snake, I'd hate to cross.
You did? You C@#T! Ha Ha, your loss.
Boxer and Biker, to the very core,
F@#$%n crazy Outlaw.
His heart is enormous, as big as Ayres Rock,
the man is solid, no muppet could knock.
F@#k yeah!
I love him to death,
till my last rattle of breath.
Not long now to go,
I will see him in time,
my brother, my brother,
dear friend of mine.
by Gail Lewis |
Categories:
analogy, music, nonsense,
Rock it and then roll
What's your thing Ozzy, Acdc
Are you a hardcore,
Or do you just want to sing
The lyrics get in the fibre optics rolling and rocking my brain
listening to this music I go creatively Insane.
I don't have a bike so i cant be a biker
No hippy flowers to put on your alter
Just my CD with the tunes I love
Rocking and Rolling ill be in my Heaven up above
Memoirs of a Madman!
31.8.2016
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
adventure, character, feelings, hyperbole, imagery, obituary, tribute,
A knight on his steel steed
rides the wind on two wheels.
One with the elements
he enjoys how it feels.
He likes the biker look
not a big fan of suits.
And he's clad in leather
down to his stuffed-up boots.
His flaming hair and beard
complement his bronze tan.
And he's a fine figure,
of a masculine man.
A jack of all trades,
he was born to tinker.
And he loves to party,
but he's not a drinker.
Without a helmet on,
he puts on his best shades.
And mounts his love and joy,
like he's done for decades.
He's paid all of his dues,
it's time to say goodbye.
And ride to paradise,
under an open sky.
(Quatrain)
11/26/2017
by Kelly Tamiggi |
Categories:
death, family, loss, love,
As the biker rides by,
Eagles soar up in the sky.
With his engine howling at the moon,
You know he’ll be home soon.
His Harley shirt on his back,
And the courage he doesn’t lack.
He left his love behind,
And another, he will never find.
The wind blowing in his hair,
As the people stop and stare.
His bike reflects the moonlight.
Oh, what a beautiful sight!
As the eagles disappear from the sky,
The angels all fly.
He’s one that we will miss,
And his love sends him, one last kiss.
In Loving Memory of Kenneth J. Adams
December 6, 1963-March 29, 2007
by Dwayne Bailey |
Categories:
sportsfreedom,
What makes a person a biker,
is it something that you can see?
Is it something that can be acquired
or is it hereditary?
What makes a person a biker,
is it the leather that he wears?
Is it the kind of scooter he rides,
or the length of his hair?
What truly makes a biker
is what's inside the heart!
A love for freedom of the road,
with freedom being the best part
by Shilea Pearson |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passionme, me,
I don't need a biker boy,
you don't even have to drive.
I don't need a perfect smile,
yours will do just fine.
I don't need a body builder,
yours is perfect to me.
I don't need Gabriel,
you are my angel.
I don't need botox,
you keep me young and happy.
I don't need millions of dollars,
you are all the riches I need.
I don't need a sweater,
you keep me warm with hugs.
I don't need a large house or a big yard,
you being with me is grand enough.
I don't need fancy clothes or expensive jewelry,
you make me feel like royalty.
I don't need anything else, except
you, you and more of you.
by Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr |
Categories:
adventure, devotion,
thayer everywhere
here and there
small and tall
love the ride
they go side by side
with the hiker
BIKER
by Jo Bien |
Categories:
loveme,
you gave me a leather biker jacket
cause the weather is gonna get cold
you gave me black leather gloves to match
so tightly I can hold
I climb on behind you
and with the wind we're gone
there is nothing like the exhilaration
of the wheels that play our song
we ride off into the sunset
on trails that we are blazing
we're just getting started
on a path that is amazing
baby, there is nothing better
than holding tightly to you
I love it all, this music we write
under a sky of cobalt blue