I've chased the sunset flamingo
across the fruited plains
and ridden the black lightning
of Peter Fonda Fame
I've inhaled the exhausts
of ten thousand unmuted flames
and rode the twisties
with a beautiful untamed dame
We traveled the back roads
and parted the dust of ages
then we dusted our faded leathers
with mileage endured together.
Now the exhaust is cold
the rubber worn and cracked
the shiny side is no longer up
and she will never be back.
Author notes
Cancer has taken her from me.
Written January 29th, 2006
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A contest entry
- Titles are a bit overrated (read as, I suck at thinking up titles) by Ilma.
1050 points, ended July 3, 2008, 23 entries
Gold trophy winner
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I am sorry for your loss. I do think that this poem tho had a sense of humor to it tho. I do like it. I like the background and the picture of the couple is nice too. thanks for sharing this and thanks for entering it into my contest. Good job
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I already commented on this piece
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The imagery here is amazing. I was blown away and crying at the same time. You managed to write a sad poem and not sound pitiful at all.
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A very emotional piece, my best wishes in the contest.
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First of all, so sorry for your loss. Cancer is a terrible terrible thing. Hopefully one day; they will make a cure.
She will live through the words you write for her.
This poem is very heartfelt and sad.
"We traveled the back roads
and parted the dust of ages"\
--> "The dust of ages" I really like this line because its so original and sensible.
Wonderful write.
-Thank you for your entry, Angi Terese -
wow, beautiful poem
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wow that is pretty touching poetry for such a topic, great job. Im very impressed. I like the basic flow you have in it, and the words arent complex which in this case is really good, the topic cant really be expressed that way, it wouldve confused me at least. great job
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WOW, Beautiful. this gives me a whole new outlook on Bikers. I can se that Bikers have passion for what they do. many people might disagree, but I believe there are people of passion in all forms. I loved how you used the metaphor as a gorgeous pink bird for the sunset... Exquisite!
At my church we have a motorcycle ministry, I think it's asome!!
J'e Vous Aime,
L'Houx!
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A sad ending, but what great memories! Sounds like you've really lived, my friend. The road is still there, and there are still plenty of dames hoping for adventure. I hope you change the cracked tires, polish up the shiny side, and hit the road again soon. I'm sure you know as well as I do - life doesn't fold up. We do. Memory can be a pasture or a prison.
Great work on this. Loved it.
Mark
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This was an amazing poem about the love of somene and their ride!
I think.. you see I don't know a lot about bikes etc. Anyway I loved it, it was so beautiful and the flow was perfect. Well done to you, you have a great talent! x
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Great Poem
I would hazard a guess that you have ridden many, many miles on such a beautiful machine Chuck. I remember when my brother had his first Honda 250, the first time he went out on it, he followed the family on a daytrip to the seaside, I well remember keep looking out the back window, seeing him on his new, shiney machine... I could tell he was enjoying the ride, his face was a picture. The years have gone by since then, he no longer has a bike, he has a four plus four instead, but I still remember that day.
Thank you for sharing your poem with us, I truly enjoyed it.
~Katie~
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