Best Harley Poems
We were waiting for Grandma, thought she would bring an Uber
Knowing Gram, said Jack, she might come down the stream in a tube-r.
We were watching to the east, but she came flying in on the right.
Riding her new Harley, which somehow felt just right.
Engraved in chromes steel, is benedictions creed
The road warrior's born to be free mentality,
A legacy's name embossed in history, behold
The American Harley Davidson Motorcycle.
Fires hell bound creation, blazing down the
Interstates two lane highway, feasting upon
The concrete and asphalt jungle, it lives to be driven,
And is driven to live.
Emerging from brimstone's smoke, and hails
Lightning flash, a two wheeled vehicle of deliverance,
Cuts the wild heart in half, releasing mankind's
Inner beast setting it free, unto the open roads
Badlands, of ultimate abandonment to freedom's row.
The rebel unforgiven,thus follows the lost by ways
Seeking liberation’s untamed spiritual knowledge.
Held firmly beneath the wings of the American eagle, and
Draped within the standard most sacred
Under the red, white, and blue flag, of the U.S.A.
A living entity, releasing society's inhibitions,
At the sound of it's mighty roar, a freed lone wolf,
Racing against the winds of the restless spirit.
The leather jacket's brotherhood, symbolizing
A grand belief in the declaration of independence,
That all men are created equal, and shall have the
God given right, to seek true freedom's liberty at will.
These are the modern cowboy desperado's,
Riding upon dual engines of power,
Time bandits whom trust in God and country alone.
A stampers anvil strikes in thunders rage,
Melting quick silver, speeds downwards
Into a symbolic mold, leaving behind tradition's
Birthmark, and the Harley Davidson symbol
Is born.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
HARLEY DAVIDSON
The roar of the victorious twins that spark,
Enigma of the spotless glint in the dark,
The riders, symbolic of rare brood,
Tattooed with insignia and bandana as hood.
Third year of the twentieth century, there starts a stride,
Relentlessly over a century, stands stout in pride,
The post First War years, gave birth to the twins,
Sidecars mated, to the 18 horses’ wings.
“Milwaukee” heaven, created the stars,
In a big bang scatter, they traversed the universe,
The years of the big wars, saw seventeen-inch twins,
Immaculate with epaulettes and battle olive greens.
At the end of the war, God lent a hand,
To evolve a shiny steel armour for the generation, next clan,
The Knuckleheads, the Glides set the road on fire,
Protectors of human dignity, induce fear on felons’ desire,
The low riders of the seventies, launched with a zing,
The world of its class termed it “A mean machine”,
The XL’s the K’s, roll out with a whack,
Its looks and tyres, burnt all tracks.
Then there were the softails, those flew like a dove,
Elevated the pillion rider, for the embrace of Love,
The zing of the V2 and the double chrome exhausts,
Reflects the personality of a star, that rocks.
Out arrived the fat boy who could cruise an endless mile,
Traverse across the continent in elegant style,
The Dyna and the Low Riders with their fiery spokes,
Came in with accessories that included tattooed blokes.
The King of the road with flashers and sirens run,
Vigilant officer in uniform with a holstered gun,
The Buells, The Cyclones, The Lightning and Thunderbolts
Menacing street fighters, up on the roll.
Exotic long forked choppers, on a smooth ply,
The rattle sound merges, with a helicopter in the sky,
It is the character, that reflects, the heart alone,
The charisma, of falling in love with, ‘Harley Davidson’.
By Pradipta Roy Choudhury
From The Transient Soliloquy
published by Notionpress
https://notionpress.com/read/the-transient-soliloquy
For Harley
Love,
Aunt Meghan
*I wrote this poem for my sister, brother-in-law, niece, and nephews when their beloved dog, Harley, the sweetest chunk of marshmallow dog you could every love, passed to the Rainbow Bridge. It includes a few of our other family pets who preceded Harley in passing to the Rainbow Bridge…
Anxiously pawing at the glistening gate
Their hearts leaping wildly as they anticipate
The bittersweet cycle of what’s known as fate
Three life-long companions can barely wait…
Bright colors emerge as a rainbow so high
Some call it a bridge; some call it, “goodbye”
A smooth, golden gate illuminated by
The welcoming light from the place beyond sky…
The time has arrived; the animals cheer
For joining this kingdom is someone quite dear
Three pairs of eyes shine as new souls appear
The most beautiful soul became instantly clear…
Charlie, Casey, and Binky, arms long
Barked and meowed such a welcoming song
Suddenly Harley felt renewed and quite strong
She dashed to the place where she knew she belonged…
So forever and always, in a place Covid-free
Among shimmering rainbows with bridges beneath
Sweet Casey, pain-free, as he chases the leaves
Mom’s Charlie, Long Binky, and now dear Harley…
--Rest In Peace Over, Under, and All Around the Beautiful Rainbow Bridge…
--Meghan Hutchings
there once was a boy named harley
who had a chopper that was narley
he spun it around soo fast
and ended up in a cast
that is why his name is Harley!
I love the sound of the name Dream Machine,
It sounds like a Harley all painted and mean,
And ridden by bikers who are all dressed in leather,
Who ride around proudly in sunshiny weather.
But I doubt that a motor bike’s what you are getting,
To take one in bed would cause anguish and sweating,
And in truth it wouldn’t help with your sleeping at all
In fact the ambulance might get a call,
So I have to conclude that the name is misleading,
In fact the machine simply helps with your breathing
The Harley Davidson and me
Hover bikes of the future
Really not for me
Give me wheels upon the ground
I want my Harley D
My veins all feel the power
When the engine starts to yell
Cos now I am an Angel
An Angel here from hell
Gridlocked on the highway
But that don’t bother me
I just rev the mighty engine
And ride my Harley D
The humdrum life is not my way
Nor the semi-detached abode
I’ll stop a day in a little town
Then I’ll hit the road
I was born to be a badass
My life so wild and free
I can catch the very wind
When I ride my Harley D
I’m an independent spirit
As I ride my motorbike
The sun’s the days companion
The stars my roof at night
When you wake up in the morning
And it's beautiful outside
You spiffy up your Harley
Because you want to take a ride
Your woman gets excited
Because she wants to get a taste
Of her riding on the back seat
With her arms around your waist
You dress up in your leathers
And your belts, boots, and gloves
And you get ready to go riding
On that awesome thing you love
You buckle up your helmets
And put your feet down on the peddle
Then you cruise on down the highway
On your shiny piece of metal
As you're motoring down the highway
With your hands upon the bars
You get looks from all the people
Who are driving in their cars
After a joy ride through the mountains
You then pull up to your home
And you're thrilled because you've been riding
On your pretty piece of chrome
"Long May You Ride"
Dedicated to my friend DanO
MY HARLEY
*********
(M) mount my Harley made of metal
(O) on its wide saddle seat I will settle
(T) taking the throttle into my hand
(O) opening it up at my command
(R) Riding and leaning it at my bidding
(C) curves sharp are waiting to be ridden
(Y) yes I feel the pounding in my heart
(C) cruising many highways from the start
(L) live to ride is what I always say
(E) every single sunny summer day
a horse of a different color
chaps of a different kind
wrap my legs around
as I climb on behind
Sunday on the Harley
a favorite of mine
Brown red shiny grey trees
twisting peeling upward
into canopies of myriad pastel leaves
waving over tightly clustered
rusting house trailers
A squeezed in deck with barbecue umbrella
and third hand lamp stand
the ever present plastic bucket upturned
by packing crates for table
A Harley rumbles gutturally behind
a cute converted hearse
Erotic plants, some in pots
weed up to camouflage and hide
tiny windows opened to the breeze
Another day in paradise beside
the ever flowing stream of traffic
From key to sundrenched key
Paul C. Burk
A Sestina you would Harley notice.
No mere mortal will ever ride a Hog
that shines and gleams in all its chrome
and paint. It’s a steed to search for one’s spirit,
a quest one hopes will never come to an end,
forcing one to ride an endless journey clad in leather
and boots. All this. one’s armor, makes one feel like a god.
The power I control is that of a god
because it feels unlimited upon this Hog.
I learn to love the feel of the beautiful black leather
and the way it looks on me in contrast to the chrome
of the beast that could easily end
my existence and destroy my spirit.
A Harley-Davidson is the best way I set my spirit
free. They call me Thor, the god
of Thunder, for I control all that I see and all this end-
less power stems from one source, this fantastic Hog.
All strength and fury are reflected in my chrome
heart as well as my mighty hands wrapped in leather.
Deep within this man, beneath studded leather,
is a powerful force, a relentless spirit
that shines free, as much as the sun reflecting off the chrome
exhaust pipes, which call out, as does this god
a force to be reckoned with a man and his Hog.
If you cross one, you cross both, which will be your end.
The iron horse is my true friend.
Tougher than an army grunt or any leather-
neck marine. It’s a vicious machine, the awesome Hog.
Within this beast lies a relentless spirit
that needs to be controlled, and controlled by a god.
We need each other; our joy is glimmering chrome.
The man and the beast like paint and chrome
forever together riding always until the end
when one day I will be called to answer the gods
wearing my boots and clad in my best leather.
I will answer them truthfully with a strong spirit
that I share as one with the mighty Hog.
There is nothing finer on a Hog than bright beautiful chrome
which reflects a spirit whose power will never end
and is as strong as leather and as omnipotent as a god.
Paul C. Burk
I love my Harley
Riding along
Hair blowing in the breeze
With the greatest of ease
Sun shining
Hot and wet
Sitting on my Harley
With a look of content
The breeze is cool
Upon my neck
My hand upon the handle
Riding my Harley
Racing down the street
Moving to the beat
My heart is racing
A sound so sweet
Around the curves
The bends are coming near
Can you see the mountains?
I love my Harley
I never dreamed, I would see God riding a Harley
As fast as he goes it's called Godspeed
No matter what area you live in
He is there to help you, indeed
He goes through towns and cities,
Disguised like a man.
Just finding people,
Who really need a hand.
After awhile, he heads back on the road,
Listening to people, who are in need.
Checks on everything He created,
For He is the one, that planted the seed.
Took My New Harley For A Morning Spin
I found a treasure chest without a key
It was full of hope, ocean and blue sea
A few gems, some golden coins sprinkled in
Much other loot my head began to spin.
Map inside showing cave full with gold crowns
Just over paradise, miles west of town
Rose early to wander out get that loot
Put on my gear and my old hiking boots.
Found hidden cave and sauntered on in
There lay skeletons of seven dead men
Appears it 'twas a robber's getaway
I took the whole load that fortunate day.
I woke with the bright sun shining right in
Took my new Harley for a morning spin
Might as well as it was but a big dream
Well, I have lottery ticket to dream.
Robert J. Lindley, 18 verse Sonnet
March
Note. Written on March 9TH, 1973,
I was 19 years and 4 days old then.