Motorbike Poems - Poems about Motorbike

Just climb onto the back of my Harley And we shall ride to the songs of Bob Marley, In no time at all We'll be in Senegal, Though I might stop for lunch in Kigali....

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Nigel likes to talk about planes And trains and motorbikes. He has a few friends Who like the same. I say to him: "Why does the piston go up and down?" He tells me, But I don't really understand. I go back to my poetry books And let my imagination soar. While Nigel gets on his bike and makes it roar....

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Erroneous mirror scatters his face Mills his skin into thin porous powder Muck which gets stuck under tongue in a paste Mouth stuffed with rubble cement rancid sour ...

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In memory she’s pretty and young, Dressed in Land Army girls dress (Where my memory starts to fail False memory fills in the rest), Fresh faced, full breasted, shirt Sleeves rolled, her arms half bare Talking and joking and smoking, Smoke drifting through blonde hair, Sitting astride her big Indian bike, In those days not a usual sight, But it’s burned in...

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K-iss the fog farewell, H-aze and mist are gone; I-n twenty-sixth January, M-orning meets the dawn. M-idnight moon has turned I-nto a sunny Thursday; G-ray clouds Wednesday fade, U-nderneath the skyway. E-fforts of the rain are foiled by the sun and sky alike; L-et the well-paved way welcome your motorbike....

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I was stuck in the back of a small car again, Not enough air, raging heat, suffocating sun, Thinking of physical exercise, freedom and poetry, And of the French and their liberty run. I spoke English sometimes with a speech problem, But I always spoke French without, So stars collided when a man on a motorbike,...

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Motorbike My motorbike has been on the terrace during the winter I cleaned it and tried to start it, alas, the battery was flat so I tried to kick start it but gave up got to get someone with strong legs and muscular arms to start it. At this time – spring- in Algarve there are ...

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Motorbike I bought a little motorbike, on monkey spit it ran. But the monkey I got with it, took a week to fill a can. So out I went and got a chimpanzee, thinking a bigger ape more fitting. But it beat my little monkey up and wouldn’t do more spitting. How could I make my little bike go? I...

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