I suppose this poem might piss some people off. se la vie Bikers People ask “what makes a biker?” I hear that question a lot I’m not sure there is an exact answer but I’m pretty sure what they’re not They’re probably not those hardtail hardheads who park their rides in front of the bar, [...]
Bikerwolf
Fellow poet and bro biker, Bikerwolf , has made some changes on his site, Bikerwolf’s Perspectives, adding a lot of new original work. This southern boy’s poetry won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but some of it really rings true for me. Check out Vacation Time, Through and Through, and That Was Then. Bikerwolf has [...]
Ridin’ With My Bros
Ridin’ With My Bros I often ride out soloand the time alone I spend out therehelps me put things in perspective,sorta clears clear the mental air. But there’s nothing like a fine, long ridetaken with my friends and brothersto remind me of why I’m a Bikerwhy I need the support of others. When we stop [...]
Trailer Queen
Trailer Queen Am I not pretty, I’m a trailer QueenThe prettiest motorcycle you’ve ever seenNo hard riding for me, never been out in the rainI come off the trailer, then go back on again The R.U.B.*who owns me can’t really rideI’m just another hobby, a point of personal prideHis friends all have Harleys, so he [...]
The Cowboy and The Biker
The Cowboy and the Biker “Where ya headin’ on yer ride?”The old cowboy asked.And the old biker replied,“I’m headin for Sturgis.” He sat there smiling from his truckWhile he eyeballed the bikeThen he said, “Good Luck,On your Ride to Sturgis.” He said, “Cowboys and Bikers are alike.Cowboys have to go to CheyenneBut for you on [...]
Sexy Sally
He strolled into the bar, real casual like,new black leathers from head to toe.His brand new, shiny, soft-tail bike,said more than we needed to know. From a stool he asked “Do you have Bombay Gin?”(Our bartenders nickname is “Beanie”on account of the of the skull plate the doctors put in.)From Bean this dude ordered a [...]
The Story of Bobby and Jen
The Story of Bobby and Jen Bobby Good had dropped out of high SchoolHe washed dishes at The RotisserieHe kept his eyes on that girlWith red hair all in curls,A waitress named Jenny duPree. Bobby rode an old chopper HarleyThe only memory left him from his dad.His dad taught him to ride,Then committed suicideThat bike [...]
Uglicoyote
I’ll make the first post here by posting some of my own work. Enjoy. Feel free to comment on the poems.I love feedback on my work. Villanelle for a Road King We all have many reasons we love to hear that thunder rollThe old lady bitches, the boss pays less, the kids demand their sayRemember, [...]
