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Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, December 2, 2007
and ran with her thoughts
down the one way street.
This season of homecoming,
memories cascade down
from her eyes, down her face.
So envious of the families
she saw, doing Christmas things
Imagining it was her family,
with smiling bright eyed grandchildren
who begged and cajoled
to open just one gift...pleeeeeeeeease???
his and hers, bitter and haste
stood like the Great Wall of China
between his life now
and the old homeplace,
where she and a stubborn pride
with a tired wet gaze
that falls from the window outside
and down the one way street.
he stands gazing out a window
down a one way street
and where it just might lead
his heart says it's her he wants to go again to meet.
Pride and doubthad jumbled his reason
into excuses why he shouldn't
make the first move to reconcile.
Too far and too long..it had been such a long while.
What was said? Who was wrong?
Somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore.
Across the miles from "home"
he walks to open the door
leading to that one way street.
too early she wakes up,
and it will be the longest of days,
as alone she sips her cup.
Through the window her sad gaze
leads out to the snow covered street.
Tire tracks run along it's way
Who had ever comes out here?
That hadn't been there yesterday...
Turning into her drive
right up to her door.
Shouts of Merry Christmas,is anyone here?"
"Hey Mom I'm home"
"How I missed you dear! Can you ever forgive..me?"
when doubts and pride stayed at the door.
A one way street goes both directions
The most precious of gifts are the love and affections
from family and friends that we cherish
and give unconditionally in return.
Posted by Bill "Uglicoyote" Davis at 11:37 AM
Friday, November 23, 2007
spinner of wheels and dreams,
bearing us forth into this land of wonders,
bursting at the seams,
"Freedom!" her gift and lullaby song
beckoning us still further along
than we've ever been before.
Can you take me there,
back in time, when and where
you were more than just a memory?
Peter Pan voices from backseats begin.
Highway games and singalong songs,
rib jabs and pigtail pulls,
"Don't make me stop this car!"
"Are we there yet? How far?"
Long before Ipods and DVDs;
brothers and sisters talked and teased.
Enticing as a siren's song,
Rainbow rows of advertisements
vied for our attention and sight.
Begging us to stay and linger,
To search for treasure and marvel
at those amazing sights with each new point of a finger.
"Hey, did you see that?"
wears as easy as fringe on old buckskin.
Moving and shaking, tantalizing, she draws us in.
We wrote our names with black lava rocks
on pale desert sand. A legacy to all who pass,
"I was here and still I am!"
like countless eggshells from forgotten diners.
Falling all too thoughtless from our hands.
Feel the hunger pains, for all that's past.
Longing for that feeling, like a first kiss
and we wished again that you would last...
Just Another Biker
~by Sorez The Scribe
More than just a way of life
This life I live this bike I ride
More than tats upon my skin
They tell the tale of where I've been
More than just the words I Scribe
Down to earth the poems I write
More than just a broken heart
When my ol' lady died in my arms
More Than just the Patch I wear
Above my heart upon my vest
There is so much more to my life
Than just being labeled another biker
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Another Day, Another Ride
A late October Afternoon,
I point the Road King out of town
It’s only 55 degrees
I have my stocking cap pulled down
I head for the curves of Portneuf road
Rolling south at a leisurely pace
The chill in the air intensifies
The wind tingling on my face
I turn onto
And give the throttle a twist
No traffic, I ride past farms and kids
All riding should be like this.
At McAmmon I pull in at the truck-stop
Two bikers from
We talk of our rides, of rides to come
Of the clean and crisp fall air
They take off and I go inside
Come back out with a cup of joe
I sit there soaking up afternoon sun
Beneath mountains now dusted with snow
Two more motorcycles rumble in
A sport bike and a new black Fat Boy
The new owner grinning from ear to ear
Just a hundred miles on his brand new toy
We chat for a while then I take off,
Turning back on old US 91
Three more bikes are on my tail
Soon we’re rolling four as one
At Inkom the riders pull up alongside
An old boy on an Ultra glide
Grins as we sit at the stop sign,
“Hell of a fine day for a ride.”
I turn left and they turn right
We wave; we’re all heading for home
Another good ride, another good day
For me, another road poem.
Winter will come, it’s in the air
Snow and Ice may keep us inside
But know that there will always be
Another day, another great ride
Copyright 2007 Bill “uglicoyote”
Saturday, October 13, 2007
I suppose this poem might piss some people off. se la vie
People ask “what makes a biker?”
I hear that question a lot
I'm not sure there is an exact answer
but I'm pretty sure what they're not
They're probably not those hardtail hardheads
who park their rides in front of the bar,
whose asses are parked on a barstool inside
but whose bikes never travel too far.
They're not those fat-cat wannabes,
trailers hauling their custom bikes
from rally to rally all year long
they don't know what real riding is like.
Tattoos sure don't make you a biker,
although some have tats, some do not.
Expensive black leather isn't enough
It's something that just can't be bought.
Do all biker's have to ride Harleys?
I love my Harley, but that's just not true
I've ridden with guys on all kinds of bikes
who were “bikers” through and through.
Are all one per-centers bikers?
I know that many of them ride free
But some of them are just assholes,
just another kind of wannabe.
To me real bikers are riders
out there with their wheels on the highway
putting on the miles, living in the ride,
on every back-road and byway.
Instead of hiding under the overpass,
right on through that storm they glide.
They know that trailers are made for boats,
that it doesn't have to be sunny to ride.
A biker will stop to help you out
if you're down along the way
The brand you ride doesn't matter a damn
They might need your help some day.
To me it's all about the ride,
about living out there on the highway,
about riding with a few good friends,
but you don't have to do it my way.
If you think its all about the tats,
about the chrome, the leather, the bars,
you can go ahead and live that life,
but you might as well drive a car.
You don't need a nice motorcycle
to get all rowdy and drunk,
to dress up like a pirate and
get in fight with some punk.
Me, I'll be out there on that highway,
making that Road King roll.
I bought it to ride, and I feel deep inside
I'm a biker, right down to my soul.
Copyright 2007 Bill “uglicoyote” Davis
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
From that night on, or perhaps even before, I was to fall for every ride I ever saw. In `66, I was to buy my own ride, an old beat `46 Indian Chief. The bike didn`t last long, but the fever never left. I always banged words together in my mind like rocks, but in `66, before I bought the old Chief, I wrote my first Motorcycle prose piece. By today standards, it could be considered a prose-poetry piece. It was about a teenage dude ( that`s what I was then - a teenager) who has a dream of buying a Bike. In the spring he buys an old Harley with a blown engine and tranny. Then in the late fall he finds a wrecked Harley (wrecked from a street jockey,' he calls it). And then spends the winter in the barn putting the two together as one. Then come one (next) East - Coast - Spring evening, he pushes the Bike out the door to the yard, fires it up and rides it West into the Sunset, knowing that during the dead of night, he will spin back around, ride East and park on the East-Coast beach, just in time to see the sun-rise over the Atlantic. I wrote that story in 1966, and there has been a lot of Bikes, a lot of Sun Rises - Sunsets and a lot of stories in between, then and now. I don`t feel that this story is all that unusual for any Biker Poet, be it man or woman Biker Poet. The story is always about the same. Youth sees motorcycle, youth falls in love. The first words hit the page and the romance is on. And the story ain`t over till they tap on the copy page of your life.
Where did it all start?
Where does it all start for any Biker Poet?
Most likely pretty close to all the same.
When I was three or four, I wanted to be a singing cowboy and ride a quarter pony.
When I was 8 or 9, I noticed my first Harley-Davidson, Also about that time I heard the song, Black Denim Trousers and Motorcycle Boots, for the first time. And I knew from that day on, my quarter pony would say Harley-Davidson across the reigns. Black Denim Trousers, and Motorcycle Boots, Leather Saddle Bags, Harley-Davidsons with rumbling exhaust that echo thundering horses hooves and a heart set to flame and motion. For me, from then on the quest was set.
But for me, for many years, I always thought, it was to be a solo journey. I met Poets and I met Bikers. I knew a few Hipsters and a real Beatnik or two. Traveled with about a gazillion Hippies, but, the lines never seemed to cross over from Biker to Poet. Somehow like Darwin`s Duck, the strain was written into the genetic code of the creature, but the species never seemed to manifest into being. Then suddenly, on one tad pole poet, his jacket turns to leather and the Harley wings appear. Then on one old wild dog Biker, a grin appears, the eyes turn bright and crafty and there is the flash of a weapon ... no... it is of an ink pen. The Biker Poet has come to be.
Other times Bikers when running with the pack would dress as Bikers and often dress as citizens when ever it would work to their advantage, Yes, I have done this.
If I have any claim to anything at all. it is because for the most part, I did it as a Biker. I wrote it as a Biker, I published it as a Biker. For no better reason than I didn`t know any different. I was a Biker.
The first piece I ever Published in the Local News Paper was a Biker Piece. When I went college I went as a Biker. Many of the pieces and poems I published in the schools paper when I was the schools photo editor were Biker pieces. For the most part, the photos taken of me and printed in the college paper were of me wearing my two vest, because I`d lost nearly a hundred pounds and carrying my ruck sack with my club patch and Harley wings painted on it. I published a small poetry magazine, with two other poets, and did it as the staff editor and Biker. We performed at gigs and hosted coffeehouses and homeless Benefits, and because, I was doing such, my photo was in many local papers including the Boston Globe. As a Biker Poet and wearing my vest. I shot one hundred cable TV shows and over 90 of then with my vest on and not wearing a jacket and on several shows I had my bike on stage and performed Bikerpoetry with another biker playing blues harp. I`ve sold my Biker chap books on street corners to get gas money to go to the next poetry gig. I figure the profit for my chapbooks in one gallon for each book sold. I have shown for what I thought was a pre-booked gig and feels because I as a Biker was never allowed on stage ... ended up reading my poetry in the parking lot and selling chapbooks in the parking lot for gas money to get back.
I have given dozen of writers their first ink. Their first shot at the mic, their first stand in front of the TV camera. And I did it as a Biker. I have performed in clubs they didn`t want to let me cause I was a Biker, I have performed in clubs that I almost didn`t make it out of because I was a Biker. I have shared the stage with Poet Laureates and Publishers and famous Poets and walked away with the show and I did it as a Biker.
I have been on Newspaper Staffs where they did not want to let me use my Biker by line, (The Peddlar). Ask them today and they will tell you that (The Peddlar) produced some of the best work they ever had. And yes, it was published with the by line, The Peddlar. I have won awards, written a novel and received 9 grad credits for it .. left there and went though Harvard and received a degree in Creative Writing and Literature. And, I did it all as Biker.
In truth, I was the First double Biker Poet Laureate: Connecticut Bike Week and Super Sunday (R) Expo both at once. I am the Co-founder of The Highway Poets Motorcycle Club, the Biker Poets and Writers Association and the Founder of Roadpoet eMagazine. If you counted up all the photos, essays, stories, News Items not to mention poems I have had printed it would easily range around a few hundred ... Four chap books, four page spreads in Motorcyclist Post and Wail Magazine. And every time I`ve ever made an advance, I`ve turned and shared it with my fellow Biker Poets and Writers. Right, now I am helping give our fellow Biker Poet Writers a chance to be guest columnist in two publications and that is not mentioning the number of Biker Poets we are publishing on a monthly basis.
Do I think I was the First Biker Poet? I have no Idea, I just know for the most part there were no other Biker Poets standing beside me well I was doing it. If I was at a Lit event, there were Writers and there were Poets, but there were no Biker Poets. If I went to a Bike event, there were Bikers and there were Motorcyclists, but there were no declared Biker Poets or Biker Writers beside me.
I met Lizzard in `77, he was with a band ( Storm Bringer ) and considered himself a song writer and a photographer. I met Colorado T. Sky in `83, when we both read our work to a group of Hippies living in a big old bus garage. I had published, or was just about to publish, my first local Newspaper piece, which was a story about a biker and a pan head. They did not publish those kind of stories in the local paper in those days ... the night I met Sky he had already written (Night Stick Jim) a classic Bikerpoetry piece.
Sky and I have always run nose to nose. If you go by the time frame, I was there first. I`m older. If you go by age in years of events, I believe Sky was there first. Measure for measure, Sky and I have always run neck to neck. I hosted a gig in a bar. Sky hosted a gig in a bar. I put out Wail Magazine, Sky put out the Highway Poet. I wrote for The Post, He wrote for the Express! Sky founded the Highway poets, I co-founded it with him. I Hosted a cable TV show, The Poets` Cafe with Peddlar. Sky Emceed a Radio Show, The Other Side of Mid-night with Colorado T. Sky. I started Poetry venues and it was listed in the newspapers as open mic with feature, Hosted by Bikerpoet ..... Sky opened for rock bands and was listed Colorado T.Sky Biker Poet opening for ...
Sky and I read and performed in night clubs, poetry festivals, and true Bohemian Coffee Houses, and we did it as Biker Poets and there were no other Biker Poets there. Sky and I performed as part or Connecticut Bikeweek Poet Laureateship, to symbolize the end of my Poet Laureateship and the beginning of his Poet Laureateship. We read in a real Biker bar, with near a hundred Harleys in the parking lot on Big Mike Griffin`s stage. We had brought Bikerpoetry to a new height.
The issue is not that who was first Biker Poet because there have been some fine Biker Poets and Bikerpoetry pre-1960. Black Denim Trousers and Motorcycle Boots is a true Ballard, disguised as a novelty song.
But the real issue is bringing Bikerpoetry and Biker Writers to events, readings and places that were never opened to the Biker Poet before. Again the Wild Card Martin. Sky and I brought Bikers and Biker Writers to the Literary World and we brought Poets to the to the Biking world. As we were introduced at the Show, where Big Mike Griffin was performing, by the Emcee who was a Biker saying 'These Poets are not just poets ... they`re bikers too! They ride.' The Emcee said this with pride and I felt pride. And I feel because we were Biker Poets I/e fellow bikers, the audience gave us the respect fellow Bikers receive from one another.
What Martin Jack did was up the anti ... Sky opened for bands; Martin Jack opened for bands too; who opened first??? I hosted Poetry Gigs, Martin Jack hosted Poetry Gigs too; who hosted first? Sky and I cut tapes. Martin Jack cut tapes too. Whose tapes were first??? Who published the first book? Who went to College first ... that ain`t what counts. What counts the most, I believe, is Sky and I brought Bikerpoetry to the public and Biker sector. What Martin Jack did was bring Bikerpoetry corporate. As far I know he was the first Biker Poet and perhaps the only Biker Poet so far for any Corporation. Martin Jack cut tapes and published Books with a Harley catalog number on them he was listed in the book as the Harley-Davidson Poet, The Holy Ranger.
Perhaps my view in mono-dimensional ...as I said I`m the one I have traveled with most. So, it is my view I have seen. I don`t just write about Bikerpoetry I live it ... 24/7 and I have for many years. I was cautioned by a trusted friend and colleagues to be careful, for this could easily end up as a battle for the King of the Hill ... and I must admit she was near right ... for this could easily end up as a pig pile and as near always, with the best on the bottom.
But, in truth, even Sky, Martin Jack, or myself could be knocked out of the batters box on a technicality, for find the oldest dude in the pack and he most likely rode first, and wrote first. Harleys have been around a hundred years now, and before that there were bicycle poems and perhaps Org our friend the cave dweller ... wrote a poem about being in the wind on his ride, a Dino-Davidson. Some-one-else was always first ... Jack Nicholson was the poet in 'The Hells Angels on Wheels,' filmed in the `60`s. Hunter S Thompson, Freewheeling Frank prove a lot of great ink was dry long before I ever published. They say Sonny Barger wrote Bikerpoetry, I`d love to read that ... and Red and White Geno published a book of poetry ( The Modern Day Barbarian,) back when Harleys were still running four speeds and drive chains. And Peter Fonda could out top us all by simply reading a Bikerpoetry Poem of his own on Jay Leno on any given Tuesday Night during our next Bikerpoetry Month.
Gypsypashn ... Member of Highway Poets MCC, holds the Dual Motorcycle Poet Laureate of Massachusetts and New Hampshire. She is a Columnist for Motorcyclists` Post, Bikerbits Editor, poetry venue host and has published dozens of times, as well as, her own chapbook.
Marc Goldfinger AKA Moshe Dean ... Member of Highway Poets MCC, former Cambridge Spare Change Editor, and the Changes Poetry Editor, has published several chapbooks of his own, has had many poetry features and easily, a couple of hundred publishing`s behind him ... Moshe has repeatedly brought Biker Poets and Bikerpoetry to the pages of Spare Change. So, if you want to read a Biker Poem - head for Harvard Square.
Joe Go Gouviea ... Member Highway Poets MCC, Co-Founder of Biker Poets and Writers Association and Former Poet in Residence for Cape Cod Community College, has published Poems, Articles, and a Poetry Anthology. Joe Go is, at present, publishing an Anthology of Bikerpoetry, including a large number of our contemporary Biker Poets between its covers.
J. Barrett Wolf AKA Bear ... Member Highway Poets MCC, Editor and Publisher of Roadpoet-ny.com and formerly one of Connecticut`s Traveling Poets, has published numerous articles and poems and recently produced a chapbook with CD recordings.
Susan Buck ... Member Highway Poet MCC, a true working member of the New York Publishing World, has numbers of publishing`s, including gloss magazines, and is now about to bring her name forward in the field of Motorcycle Photo-journalism.
The Ironhorse Writer ... Highway Poet MCC (prospective member) is Super Sunday (R) Motorcycle Expo Biker Poet Laureate, is an Associate Columnist for Poets` Corner/Connecticut Cruises News Newspaper and has numbers of hard copy publishing`s, scores of web publishing`s and, at present, is in the process of producing a chapbook.
Sorez The Scribe, Highway Poets MCC (prospective member), has published hard copy in gloss and paper magazines as well as droves of e-publishing`s. Sorez is the House Poet for VTwinbiker.com and has recently published an I-book.
Panhead Josh, Highway Poets MCC (prospective member), has been published in hard copy, newspapers and magazines, and at present is working toward publishing a chapbook of his work.
Wild Bill the Alaskan Poet, Biker Poet Laureate of the Northern Frontier, has published much e-copy and, at present, is the Editor / Publisher of the Midnight Sun Rider Magazine ... Alaska`s only Motorcycle Magazine. Wild Bill gives ink to Brother and Sister Biker Poets whenever possible.
Not to mention what I call the Shooting Stars on the rise ... some new to Bikerpoetry, but, because of great talent and effort in the Bikerpoetry Community are already becoming well known:
Kate Johnson AKA Chopper Kate ... Watch this rising star ... She has been published in hard copy, e-copy, and what she ain`t done this year, you can bet your carburetor she`ll have accomplished by next year. Chopper Kate is an Associate Columnist for the Poets` Corner/CT Cruise News Newspaper.
Tom Quinn, Springfield, MA.`s Biker Poet, hasn`t published a lot at recently, but you know what ever he sends in next will be good.
Uglicoyote AKA Bill Davis - (Candidate pending, Highway Poets MCC) Come this time next year, you will most likely have seen a lot from him. He publishes a Biker Poetry blog and recently was published in hard copy in the CT Cruise News and in e-copy on motorcyclegoodies.com. He also recently was chosen as an Associate Columnist spot in the Connecticut Cruise News Newspaper`s Poets` Corner.
And lets really look at it ... every publisher, every venue host, every professor that ever gave a spot in the classroom, a shot at the mic, or ink on the page to a Biker Poet is part of Bikerpoetry. Poetry is about words ... Bikerpoetry is a life style and commitment to the art form, the life style and the Bikerpoetry Community at large and let`s not forget the ride ...
Before I end this rant let me stop and say thank you to our Editors and Publishers who have taken every chance and opportunity to give we Biker Poets a brake and ink whenever possible.
Thank You, Don Clady of the Connecticut Cruise News. Thank You, Jodi Lipson of Motorcyclegoodies.com. Thank you, Leo Castell of the Motorcyclists` Post. and let`s not forget to say Thanks to QBall of VTwinbiker.com, Blaze of Laconiabikeweek.net and Metal Man Dan of loudpipes.com and the many other who help Bikerpoetry to keep making History. And of course, Thanks to you and RoadHousePress Editor, Publisher MarySusan.
I will close this with a short story, one time, brother Lizzard and I were stopped at a red light in Manchester, New Hampshire. Me on my old Rat Chop, and him on his Old Green Sporty, when these two Ninja riders pulled up to the light and slid in front of us. When the light turned near green they cracked their throttles stood on their tale and blasted off leaving Lizzard and I in the dust ... Lizzard looked over at me and called, 'I think they`re going to lap us a few more times to catch up!'
So, if any one is worried about who is a head of them - or - who thinks they are ahead of them ... My advice is:
thunder rolls, a chromed storm brews
backslaps and beer hugs
catching all the latest news
leathered bodies and weathered skin
beards, tats, babes and sin
cold ones crack like throttles on blacktop lanes
moth like they gather `round the flames
confessions and tall tales
reverent silence and sordid details
weaving invisible bonds
Kate Johnson/Chopper Kate/all rights reserved
... The Holy Ranger: Martin Jack Rosenblum,
... Mark Goldfinger AKA Moshe Dean, Member of Highway Poets MCC:
... J. Barrett Wolf, AKA Bear, Member of Highway Poets MCC
... Jose` Gouviea AKA Joe Go, Member of Highway Poets MCC,
... Gypsypashn AKA Betsy Lister, Member of Highway Poets MCC,
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
... Dr. Mark 'Tiger' Edmonds, Professor of English (St Leo University),
... UgliCoyote (Candidate pending for Highway Poets MCC):
... Ironhorse Writer (prospective member) Highway Poets MCC:
... Wild Bill, Biker Poet Laureate of the Northern Frontier
... MarySusan Williams-Migneault, Editor/ Publisher of RoadHousePress.com
Biker Poetry Comes of Age by MarySusan Williams-Migneault
c October 2007/RHP
Posted by Bill "Uglicoyote" Davis at 4:49 PM