Anthony August Poet Rhyme

The Biker

When I'm on my bike,leather jacket,shades,I feel cool....
No helmet
I wanna feel free.
Free especially from rule.
Just me and the road.
From here to there.
Sun on my face.
Wind blowing my hair
It's my true self.
So happy.
So mean.
No longer held back.
From a corporate machine.
The loud thunderous noise.
Always keeping my poise.
Sometimes I'm alone.
Sometimes with my boys.
When I'm on my bike,leather jacket,shades,I feel cool.

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Jan Allison July 11, 2016 at 4:59 PM Great biker poem Anthony - I love on the Isle of Man and we have thousands of bikers here especially at TT:-) hugs Jan xx

Ovidiu Bocsa July 10, 2016 at 6:05 AM Affinities: Wonderful poem about self, freedom, hope, true beauty: well, the wonderful story of youth without old age and life without death. Sometimes I feel like a rider in time of knives and beautiful young ladies. But never, never arriving at the palace. Round about trees are riding away , grass and leaves change their colours and the horses ride în the sun. Anthony August July 10, 2016 at 8:47 AM That's beautiful thank you.

Skat A July 10, 2016 at 3:41 AM Good biker rant. Skat Anthony August July 10, 2016 at 8:46 AM Thank you SKAT