Biker Poems

I met her at a biker bar

I met her at a biker bar 
(C) 2025 by Russ Dodson

I met her at a biker bar 
somewhere in midtown Monterrey.
She said she was a topless dancer,
working fifteen shifts a day.

She handed me a well-worn token,
said her name was Daisy Mae,
said if I learned to play the game right
I would never have to pay.

I

Midnight Answer

You ride through shadows, chasing dawn,
But you never saw the storm you spawned.
I’m not the girl you left behind--
I walk the dark with purpose, spine.

Your wheels may spin on borrowed fate,
But I was born to navigate.
I don't chase ghosts or beg for grace;
I set my fire and claim my place.

The night knows me--I wear its

Old Biker Dreams

wind blowing my hair
heard Seger roll me away
woke up on the porch

Kamikaze Karma

A Kamikaze peddler 
Who follows his nose 
fluorescent green Lycra
A middle finger he shows

Slower than a snail
As wide as truck
Forget the highway code
He pushes his luck.

Side by side they pedal
Three or four deep
Then they become violent 
If you give them a beep

They own the road 
and there’s no mistake 
Zip through red lights
No prisoners they

The Searcher

‘Tis not for the ninety and nine He goes
On a dangerous midnight search.
’Tis not for the ninety and nine who sit
In security safe in the church,
Whose paths are set in the well-fenced bounds
Of conventional Sunday suits,
While the songs of their souls sound dreadfully cold
To the biker in leathers and boots.

‘Tis not for the ninety and

the biker chick

daddy heard Johnny Cash's song
A boy named Sue
Turned around and named me Chick too
Now I am a biker chick
bullied by many
especially a guy named Rick

Biker life

Sliding sideways in life right up till the grave

Sidewalk Biker

spent money on bike 
don't ride it far just sitting 
on someone's sidewalk

Those Bikes

Those Bikes
See the goth heavy metal custom motorcycle
Ride past with a long haired rider
Dressed how they should be dressed
Black jeans t shirt denim leather
Low rider chopper as it should be
With twin coffin saddle bags
What a ride to the other side
Give him Devil fingers\M/!
Then there was a classic looking bike
Parked up alone
And I saw two racing

Barney Boy Aka Bull Dog Boss Hawg

Barney Boy aka bull dog boss hog has confident attitude to spare
We see him flying around on his Harley doing things we don’t dare
He drives down the roads showing off his muscles and physique
The motorcycle groupies practically faint; he is that unique.

Car and a Biker Which Is Bipolar

off by all only slightly, like a biker wearing a white striped, black leather jacket passing through the middle of the lane.
"ive gone crazy before i can handle this"
"oh its eleven o' clock"
like a scene with an edited in shake and a man pulling at his hair yelling out 
loud.
"i just want to live happily...

Biker Bar

Neon vodka splashes into plastic cups.
Booze-hounds doze
over imaginary throbbing bikes,
their noses tucked into studded chests.

A thick thighed woman whoops
and cusses for no apparent reason,
adjusts her rocking bar-stool,
squirms while cajoling with a low-cut.

“Give her a long slow screw”,
mumbles a gray bearded angel with a leery wink.
Beside him, edged into oily leather, his wing man
strategizes some hasty

Burn Rubber

As I get older I’m taking a liking
To relive my youth and go motor biking 
To pull back the throttle and kick down the gear
And tear up the highway, just like yesteryear
My hair flowing free as I ride without care
My wife put me straight, ‘You ain’t got any hair.’

I told her there’s one thing that

The Biker

I loved riding my
bike as a child. It offered
me a new world view.

I was fast and free.
Then we put cards in the spokes,
and I motorcycled.

I cut corners like
a politician and wore
aviator glasses...

I could have passed my
driving test, last year - but nooo
- for once - I was chill.

I'm sure the trauma
of my laziness will scar
me,

Biker

I need to sell this bike
Dad says, a suzuki 550s
after it melts a hole
in my shoe and burns me
melting my ankle a bit

screaming down the hill
"Dad Stop the bike!"
I say
he rips my shoe out
burned rubber and skin

Eating berries makes me stop crying
Dad tells me he knows the people who live here
and we talk about the

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