breaking inside
so this is what it feels like
not so bad
I can ride this out
my Harley is jacked
chiseled with painted flames
and gassed up
plan on doing the 218
you know, the black zigzag along the Hudson
when me and the Harley squeeze
the sharpest cliffs and steepest drop
I’m gonna leap off the saddle
and let that tricked-out bike fly solo
there goes my pain
crashing with mortal heat
into the frigid river
a bicycle she rides, but we can pretend it’s a big, awesome Harley
Thoughts to Nepal – may the death toll stop rising and the injured get the help they need
anntogether 
very impressive, strong words and great introduction!!!
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Ah, thank you. I try to continually improve. I’m never sure what to think of these writing pieces. I’m a bit more secure in my artwork, though, I strive to push there as well.
Have a terrific Tuesday.
annmarie 🙂
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The kid in “The Doudette” gives up cars for motorcycles, Part II. LOL Seriously though, this is great, AM — and the last lines, perfect. Of course, you know, I had to look up the 218, and I can definitely see how that would be a perfect “cliff drive.” Love the language here, Miss. You’re riding in style these days — of course, I don’t wanna be on the back of that Harley with the protagonist of the poem, but you get my “drift.” 😉 Love the artwork, btw. A strong woman. [Also: glad you reminded me about Nepal — I’m going to include similar statement; I feel so terrible for those poor people; help for them is so slow in the coming.]
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218 is quite perilous in certain areas and no guard rail!
But, thank you as always. I tell you true, your well-rounded, intelligent and descriptive comments are better than anything I could ever write.
am 🙂
Happy Tuesday
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218 — I’ll just read about it, thank you very much. 🙂 And as for my comments … I’m a good babbler. 🙂
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You’re like SIskel & Ebert rolled into one
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Oh God, they’re both dead now! 🙂 Actually, I used to be like the fat one, now I’m more like the other one … but both are still dead!!!!! 🙂
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Geez, Deb!
You’re gettin’ punchy 😉
Have you been watching Rockie sequels again 😉
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Did you say I’m “paunchy”? LOL
No, I am wigging out a tad watching some funny videos, though. 🙂
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I’m sure Chuck is thinking, “I’ll have what she’s having!” 😉
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I could feel the vibration of the Harley in clear sight and wondered how far over the cliff it would fly. It was not until the end that I realized you could reach out and pick it up without worry of drowning. The largest bike I had was a 650 but you had me going on this one. Great work! Nice thoughts for the many hurting and suffering in Nepal!
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Unless, fear of polluted water frightens one 😉
I once had a motorcycle. I wanted to look cool riding. I never got it out of the parking lot. I couldn’t make right-hand turns ’cause I’m left-handed. 😉 If I remember, I did a post about it awhile back. 650 is not a Matchbox 🙂
Thank you, Alan.
Yes, let’s hope the people of Nepal are getting the help they need. So sad…
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:o)
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Also, if that is you in the photo, you could have easily retrieved the Harley with your buff body and I am sure magical powers! :o)
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That is my inner goddess. She accompanies me everywhere. 😉
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Hence the reason you can single handedly ride and rescue Harleys the way you do. :o)
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😉
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