ON TWO WHEELS (a rhyme, sorta) - Motorcycle-Journal Forums

dcstrng · 08-29-2007, 10:19 AM

`neath the specter of the moon;
The burning blaze of the sun;
To rumble down d`em back roads,
Contented, on the run

Ramblin’ free, runnin’ true
Veiled delight, unspoken passion,
But, leery of poseurs,
Those smug paramours of fashion

Blued pipes, now do they flicker
`n soon doin’ the ton
Sounds the timbre of our passing
Till this life is won.

On a chill winter’s day;
In a bright summer one;
Chrome maiden and I,
We’ve chased down the sun..

Two pistons, `n weathered leather
Asphalt and oil,
Soothing medley stirs the senses
Rowdy serenity, not toil

Blistered arms at noonday
`n shivering through foggy nights
Whiff of stale sweat and gasoline
Grumbling drifter, in flight.

Eternal Artist etches His timeless majesty;
Rolling thunder, `n storms do blow;
Resonating o'r His humbling canvas,
Awesome splendor, yet as I go.

Past sleeping villages;
And past the lifeless granite hill;
I’ve traced the long black line
Ah -- for me, time stands still.

The symphony of pavement,
The cacophony of towns.
I am but a speck in this world
Yet all I see – I own.

From Norfolk to Charlottesville,
Dayton to Duluth
Miles, beloved comrades now,
Than ever in my youth

All the roads that I’ve trekked;
So many more yet to ride;
Rarely share with `nother,
More'n the wind shares the tide.

Down a dim forest road;
Even now, answering the toll;
Private loves `n past tomorrows,
Solitary, `n not really alone.

Ol’ iron %%%%%,
Blustery beastie, she
We’ve had road rash a time or two
But been mor’n a faithful lass to me

Cold box, maybe soon to beckon;
`was always sure to win.
Unfashionably gray now,
Yet the ol’ wheels, still do they spin

Life is not a ballad my friend – to each in his time;
Rumbling – faithful wench and I are quickly gone;
Some are driven, you see...
Must be travelin' on…

anonymously adapted to the topic from a shorter, less-gloomy rhyme stolen off the internet...