MOTO RIDE

In Some One’s later years to help him deal with the death of his wife, Loved One, he took up motorcycle riding. This turned out to be dangerous but he survived and the three poems below have also survived.

Ride

Sunshine bright
Or dead of night
If the weather’s right,
Ride

See the curve.
Hold your nerve.
Prepare to swerve.
Ride

Leave the grind.
Peace of mind
Is sublime.
Ride

I Ride.

I ride to hear the motor rumble.
I ride to feel the wind on my face.
I ride to keep myself humble.
I ride to see each new found place.

I ride to feel the thrill of the curve.
I ride to get where I want to go.
I ride to find if I still have my nerve.
I ride to go fast or slow.

I ride to be with my wonderful friends.
I ride to escape my smothering grief.
I ride to find what's 'round each bend.
I ride to challenge my self belief.

And when my ride for the day is done,
And time for reflection begins.
I raise a toast to the setting sun,
And dream of riding again.

My Lonely Heart

The beat, beat, beat of my lonely heart
Is my company tonight.
Since my lover's gone to a life beyond
Nothing has been right.

The beep, beep, beep of my ringtone
Jolts me from my sadness.
I hear the sound of a good friend's voice
Pointing me towards gladness.

The brruum, brruum, brruum of my Triumph's rumble
Beats between my legs,
As off I go in the dark of the night
The tachometer nearly pegged.

The beat, beat, beat of my racing heart
Hides the pain and the hurt,
As aimed am I at my destination,
The Irish pub, McGurt's.

The thump, thump, thump of the drummers beat
Beckons me through the door.
The bluegrass sounds of Falling Fences
Grabs me at my core.

The beat, beat, beat of my friends' hearts
Reverberate with my own.
As I look into their smiling faces
Their seeds of joy are sown.

To the brruum, brruum, brruum of my Triumph's rumble
I fly  home through the night
And begin to feel somewhere within
That something has gone right!