Best Motorbikes Poems

I remember those days when just a kid,
the old ten shilling note, and the odd quid.*
Teddy boys in their drain pipes, fur collars
smelling of nicotine, street wise scholars.
Conkers,* glass alleys* and comics as well,
bow and arrows, gat* to ring the school bell.
Electric tram, trolley bus...

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Ah, to this land of the monsoons
or should it have been the sunsoons? 
Yet for frozen land tourists, a tropical hot boon.

Where bullock carts, stray dogs, horse carriages and cows
pedestrians, goats, bikes and rickshaws
scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs
all compete together in quirky medley of traffic...

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Disco dreams and disco balls 
Big city,bright lights 
Pub crawls and bar fights. 
Mini frocks and hair dyes 
Made up faces 
Mascara filled eyes. 
Vodka martinis and champagne 
Bus trips and black cabs 
Standing in the rain. 
Nightclubs and deejays 
Entry stamps on wrists 
And...

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They called it school
I called it hell 
From the huge imposing prison like doors
To the doom like toll of the bell
Everyday the same
Running for the school bus
Full of uncivilized Wild kids
Being pushed and shoved
Countless kids in uniform
Fearing the teachers and the day they were born
Satchel...

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Motorbikes and barking dogs
are driving me to drink
With the endless din of traffic
I can no longer think

I’ll have a little nip of Gin
Perhaps a beer or two
or maybe close the window 
That might help me too

Perhaps I’ll take my rifle
With the telescopic sight
And find a...

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Pi pi pi... kekyo kekyo Hooo- hoke'kyo Hoohokekyo
awakening to the sounds of Japanese bush warblers
they are signalling the start of the day
welcoming warm humid heat wave rising

Humming... rumbled rumbled... Vroom vrooooooooom
cars and motorbikes zooming past the intersection
machines flew by with no care in the world
subway...

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When last I visited India almost a decade ago
I recall riding on my brother's scooter 
as he drove me around town,
And I saw fully veiled Muslim women
half their faces veiled, masked in Niqab 
driving scooters, motorbikes, mopeds and motorcycles.
I also recall some women also covering...

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Who expects to do a deed of kindness...
doesn't it happen unexpectedly?
Late this afternoon strolling down wide streets
with blooming oaks that smelled heavenly,
I helped a blind woman cross an intersection where kids
race on motorbikes with earphones plugged in their ears. 
Teens blasting music laughed hysterically at...

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The sun was slowly setting mixed with an atmosphere of peace and calm.
He sat as his usual place, knowing he is in no harm.
All he heard was the rustling of the trees and the birds that flew by.
He placed the flowers next to him as...

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The Lady of Sings.


A woman opened her umbrella made of dreams,

painted bluebells, buttercups tulips and rosemary  
Now her flowers needed sunlight and the sight of

 blue sky. She walked slowly eyes to the ground

looked for horse manure, which is not easy to find

in a...

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Me and my motorbike went out on a trip
As a black leather phantom i looked cool and hip
But with the sun in my eyes the bike did crash
And my whole life was passing by in a flash

I was afraid of dying but my bike didnt...

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I always wonder at the folks
Who do not follow rules,
Who violate the status quo,
Think followers are fools.

A traffic light that’s red? Who cares?
No motorbikes allowed?
Let’s speed along where people walk
And blast our music LOUD!

A flight attendant wanting me
To sit here with a mask?
I’ll knock her...

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I go to school, but not everyday.
My parents said i should, if i wish to get a nice pay.
But i get so distracted, from the thought of school
We've been told from a young age, to enjoy school is deemed uncool.
But schools a short, important step...

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There's an island paradise located in the blue Atlantic.
No place on earth is quite as charming and romantic!
A shangri-la where beaches are pink and everyone smiles.
The place whereof I speak are the quaint Bermuda Isles!

There are no streets with mundane names like Elm or Main,
But...

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Power points of dimensional spinning graphs are largely placed in cement viewfinders in aerated office space with dome foam chairs. Dome foam chairs are the salt of seats and seating is considered important for lengthy discussion tables whose droning voices appear to form no conclusion...

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