Poetry By Chuck






We tank em, we crank em, and then we bank em.
Our chrome demons in tandem fly,
along the highway.  
In the night of moonlit tides,
with our bikes flying by.

We scream the pipes of pure delight,
and twist the throttle to the right.
Slow the beasts from their flight
and stop along the highway at night.

...and take a leak.

...trade a insult or two.

...cuff each other.

...toss names.


...climb back on.

Into the darkness with glowing headlight,
we ride.
Into the pit of dangerous flight,
we ride.
Up the canyons of California's mountains,
we twist and turn and bank the corners.

Up, up, and stop on the top.

...and grin at each other.

Then down the side and bank it around.
Push, Pull, fly through the town.

... lift off the seat

... crinkle in pants.

... ah! much better.

Suddenly we hit a chill spot.
cuts right too the bone.
Then out of it in a whoosh!

...invisible but cold on the tush!

My bro and I ride.  We ride and fly.

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Author's Comments

Midnight rides that carry us to the dawn are sooo much fun!


 MagicLady on Sep 27, 2004, 9:05 
Because Nice Matters!! 4378 critiques, 191 poems. said:

No one better to ride with than a bro.....I would guess. Sounds great. Nicely done poem as well. Cheryl   


 Touchof1der on Sep 27, 2004, 11:10 
Seduce my mind and you can have my body 16136 critiques, 257 poems. (moderator) said:

Since I try to think in pictures whenever I read something... I think I could have done without the "takinga leak" part. That was just a little too personal and too much information for me.  You are just so honest in your writes. It's very endearing. Good times between two brothers... it sounds like the two of you are having the time of your life right now.  

 Chuck Johnson on Sep 27, 2004, 3:11 p.m. 
Just fade away. 567 critiques, 147 poems. Currently online. said:

Ah! Tis a Manly write! All you'se lassies must pass on by! We have manly things to write! The kinds that put their pants on right! Only Jocks with straps are allowed in here! Must have them on and guzzle our beer!! Tis a leak! Not a whiz! Nor is it a sitting fizz!! lol.
Edited on Sep 27, 5:31 p.m. because ''.

 Touchof1der on Sep 27, 2004, 3:24 p.m. 
Seduce my mind and you can have my body 16136 critiques, 257 poems. (moderator) said:

Pfft! And you guys wonder why it takes us so long to warm up to you?   Too much testosterone wandering across this page I think.  

 wishintreeUK on Oct 02, 2004, 2:49 p.m. 
"Home is where the heart is" 3092 critiques, 270 poems. said:
Verdict: Brilliant write!

Your imagery here is as good as ever Chuck, can just feel the emotion of the ride. Biking is a thrilling sport for sure, the pace faster than a good gallop on a good steed i'm sure, however, the same thrill of the speed.... here you describe a night ride, there is just something about the night, with headlights throwing their beam way down the highway, casting shadows either side as you fly past. BRAVO!!!!