Any big, bad, motorcycle riding poets out there?

[Lil Bit]

I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and it is one of my favorites! Misfit doesn't get it-- at all. What do you think? It's an imitation of an e.e. cummings type of poem, he has a really creative way of writing, and purposely uses weird punctuation or made up words in his writings. (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/e-e-cummings)

Does it make any sense? Or is dad right- is it really confusing? We went back and forth on this for a little while last night, and mom suggested putting it on here for you guys to read. Let me know!  


a planet For Two

Space is black but if you use your Heart youwillsee that;
Space is so
Full of color and a
faintfulish
g  
      l
          o
              w
open up your mind to me  
and We will have infiniTe


possibilitie(s)


jumping from Star to Star and meeting the
man
inthe

m
      o
           o
                n

kiss-ing saturn
{and drinking the milkyWay}

floating in
bliss-Ful-ness
{everyday}

Tiger’s’ Dance And Elephant’s’ Sing
marching from galaxytogalaxy
In this World for You       and       Me;

[X Ring]

 ???

Then again poetry ain't my thing.

Marty

[hotglue #43]

Words are just another spice of life.....I think I like it.......relieves my stife.........


You Rock!!!!

[Des]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!! Now I'm not a poet nor a "big bad biker" but I LOVE IT all the same!     

[John Schmidt]

Wrote this to my wife years ago. Don't recall the event, but the evening turned out pretty nice. 

This is one of many items written in years past.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I HAVE A PLACE

I have a place.
I go there for quiet solitude.
It affords me moments of warmth for however long I stay.
When there, I can close my eyes,
allowing my mind to do likewise.
Though they be fragile,
there is strength in those surroundings.
As I enter this place, my own strength is renewed.
I have a name for this place,
this place I longed for through the years.
This place that engulfs me with the softness of its surroundings.
Prompting me to anticipate going there again and again.
That place;
Your arms.

[sugarbee]

great job!   

[Willow]

I like that you're letting your creative juices flow.

I think I get a glimpse of what you're expressing, but I'd likely need you to guide me through it to get the full impact.

I'm not much of a fan of e. e. cummings.  I'm sort of with Robert Frost who quipped that free verse is like playing tennis without a net.

I do like specifically what you've done with the lines to manage the rhythm of the reading.

Keep up the good work, Madi.    

Oh, I'm one of two but not both.      

[hubcapsc]

I was standing on the corner
waiting on the bus to come by
when a Steinway piano fell right outta the sky
it went out of tune
when it hit the ground
but it's still the best piano
that I've ever found
I was standing on the corner
waiting on the bus to come by...

-Mike "key of A"

[Westernbiker]

I have written hundreds of poems and many short stories. Here's one call WHY?


WHY?

It's mothers day and I have a very special person to visit.

A close shave, a hot shower, picking out the right clothes takes me almost an hour.
 
(This special person is my mom.)

Brush my teeth and comb my hair, I have a tight schedule to keep and no time to spare.

(She likes me to look neat and be on time.)

To the refrigerator for her flowers and a Pepsi for me, out the door and into my truck, it's about a quarter to three.

(She always told me not to drive too fast.)

I arrive on time and not to her dismay, I leap from my truck and yell HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!

(She's thrilled!)

I put the flowers in her vase as a tear forms in my eye, I kneel by her grave and again I ask WHY? 

[Daniel Meyer]

Like it. Keep writing!

[Westernbiker]

Ok, one more.


LAST RIDE?

I swing a leg over,
My trusty steel horse.
I plant my butt in the saddle
and I point her head north.

A month on the road
and no schedule for me.
I'm riding where I want
and I'm seeing what I want to see.

A curvy road through the pine trees,
only two lanes wide.
Leaning the bike back and forth,
the feeling's hard to discribe.

A twist of the throttle
and over the next hill.
I'm laughing out loud,
like a child I'm thrilled.

Down through the valley,
with turns left and right,
still laughing out loud,
I must be a site.

Braking hard for the next corner,
I'm going way too fast,
lean hard through the apex,
then give her the gas.

Out of the corner,
still laughing out loud,
if you could have seen that one,
you would have been proud.

Sparkes fly from the footpeg,
as it drags through the next turn.
Still laughing out loud,
I'm not really concerned.

Just past a sign,
scenic overlook quarter mile.
Think I'll make that stop
and rest for a while.

I stand at the edge
and I just have to laugh.
I think to myself,
why the hell are you riding so fast?

The answer comes,
as I mount up again.
The soft sweet voice,
of my soulmate and best friend.

'I'm here!'
'I'm here by your side.'
'I may be in Heaven,
but I'm with you when you ride.'

'Don't be in a hurry to join me,'
says this soft voice in my ear.
'You must live your life and love again,
You know I'll always be near.

I look up in the sky and yell,
'I LOVE YOU!'
As I put the bike in gear.
I ride away slowly,
thinking,
GOD, I wish you were here.

[John Schmidt]

I wrote this little item shortly after my father passed away, Dec. 27, 1999. He was an educator both in and out of the classroom. When my four girls were little they loved to take walks in the woods with him, especially in Spring when the new growth was coming forth. Now middle-aged, they still talk about it and often get a little misty-eyed.

DAD

What is a legacy?
Botany lessons during a walk,
traveling history lessons.
A treatise on the land.

The song has ended,
but the melody lingers on.

[Reb]

Never understood poetry. But I wrote this for an assignment in my English Class a week after I came home from Afghanistan.

Not all wounds heal.
The only cure i have is the wind,
Although it can never be caught,
the feeling always induces the mind.
If at all i feel shallow and subdued.
One simple blast can change a mindset

[X Ring]

Never understood poetry. But I wrote this for an assignment in my English Class a week after I came home from Afghanistan.

Not all wounds heal.
The only cure i have is the wind,
Although it can never be caught,
the feeling always induces the mind.
If at all i feel shallow and subdued.
One simple blast can change a mindset

Welcome Home Brother

Marty

Operation Just Cause, Panama 12/89-2/90
Operations Desert Shield/Storm/Calm 12/90-6/91