Unthought of calamities
Most saddening was
The news of a young enthusiastic boy
Studying a professional course
Meeting with a road accident
And succumbing to the injury thereto
God is kind they say
Is He really
This question comes to mind
As the boy died
Not because of his fault or rash driving
He was an innocent pillion rider
Which he became as some one
With a bike offered him a lift
Again, the bike rider too was not at fault
Do you call it fate or ill luck
If the cause and effect theory holds good
What was the cause for this fatal effect
What wrong did the boy
Or his parents do to end up with this irreparable loss
It is no less harsh than a tsunami for this
Well-knit small cute family
And do any of us have words
To console them
And even if you choose to talk to them on this
What will you be able to tell
One lesson is written on the wall
What is there in store for you
And what shock is awaiting you
No one knows
Let us keep seeking the divine’s grace
For adequate emotional support
Which will harden us
To face such
Unthought of calamities
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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It's true that this year, following my accident in the pre-season, I kind of lost morale and I felt like quitting at the end of this year. But today I can say that I want to be a professional bike rider in the year 2003 as well.
quote by Laurent Jalabert
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A Bike Is Just A Bike
A bike is just a bike
It can take you for a riding hike
A bike is just a bike
With a motorcycle it is a look alike
A bike is just a bike
When you ride it you feel childlike
But there is something I dislike
It is hard to impress and make a good strike
Two wheels and one seat available for hitchhike
Your charming words will have a declined spike
Therefore it is best to leave the bike for the dikes
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The bike must go - a song
Got to keep the engine running - My soul's on fire
Like to see my baby - my one desire
Can't help this feeling it's hard to explain
It hurts my heart it gives me pain
She says
The bike must go
No no no no no
The bike must go
Riding through the city streets, with my leathers on
Looking cool in black as the day is long
I can't quite understand it but my baby's wrong
Plugged into her Ipod and listening to her song
She says
The bike must go
No no no no no
The bike must go.
She's driving me crazy with her stance
And I'm sure she's taking me for a dance
When she says I hate it - it's like doing time
Then she looks at me and says
The bike must go
Oh no no no no
The bike must go.
There's no way around it, can't persuade her n-o more,
it'll be a pity but what can I do?
Sooner or later she's got to see
The bike's for cruising with her and me
And she says:
The bike must go
Oh no no no no
The bike must go
How can she be so cruel when I love her so
I tried ever thing to please her that I know
Got to keep my baby on the wild side
And she looks into my eyes and says
The bike must go
Oh no no no no
The bike must go
I love my baby like a dog chewing a bone
I called her this morning on the telephone,
There's no way around it
I tried my best
There's nothing more to say except
The bike must go
The bike must go
Oh no no no no
The bike must go.
*I turned this poem into a song which you can listen to on Youtube or google. Just type 'the bike must go' Enjoy.
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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Easy Rider
Pop/jones
In the alley where have I grown
Hot night sweats our clothes
My hell is crackin fire
Thats what you inspire
Cruel highway entrance signs
People driving to their lives
Looks like a giant stream
But its just a dream
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
Broken people all around
Old guarantees that pull you down
You need a way out, you need a ride
Cause where you are is suicide
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
Oh I see the sacred dreams
And if Im no _? _
Ill feel real _? _
Tearing out my hair
I see fertility
In pretty girls I meet
I love my friend
Give me hands _? _
Highway in the sun
We listen to the engines run
I wanna fine myself in you
You wanna find yourself, too
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Rider In The Rain
Got a gun in my holster
Got a horse between my knees
And Im goin to arizona
Pardon me, boys, if you please
I have been a desperado
Raped and pillaged cross the plain
Now, Im goin to arizona
Just a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
And Im goin to arizona
Hes a rider in the rain
Oh, my mothers in st. louis
And my brides in tennessee
So, Im goin to arizona
With a banjo on my knee
Hes a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
And Im goin to arizona
Hes a rider in the rain
Used to work in uncles feed store
While he was fightin in the war
Now Im goin to arizona
Aint gonna work for him no more
Im the son of the prairie
And the wind that sweeps the plain
So, Im goin to arizona
Just a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
And Im goin to arizona
Hes a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
And Im goin to arizona
Just a rider in the rain
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Dirt Bike
Here comes the dirt bike
Beware of the dirt bike
Because I hear theyre coming to our town
Theyve got plans for everyone
And now I hear theyre over their sophomore jinx, so you had better check it out
All hail the dirt bike
Philosopher dirt bike
Silence as we gathered round
We saw the word and were on our way
Now its
Brain washing dirt bike
Ground shaking dirt bike
Mind bending dirt bike
In control
Soul crushing dirt bike
Self propelled dirt bike
You see I never thought Id understand
til that bike took me by the hand
Now I ride
Ride
Ride
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Let us allow her at least to sleep, leave alone caring her
Early morning in January
Morning walk
Poorly maintained Indian road
Walk was not brisk
Reason, traffic
Two wheelers, cars, vans and trucks
Though not heavy
Enough for a walker to be discouraged
Despite all that
She was sleeping
On the cushion of a
Heap of plastic wastes
Curled like a semi circle
Sleeping quietly
Probably comfortably too
Rushing vehicles do not disturb her
Walkers ‘ scratching shoes or sandals
Do not disturb her
She is sleeping as if she is dead
I have at home the comfort of mattress
Fan, air conditioner, quilt and what not
Still a number of night hours spent un-slept
Pondering over a painful past
Or scheming for an unknown future
I do not think I never slept the sort of slumber
She is demonstrating
Sleeping only while sleeping
Before I finished this comparison
Of myself with her
A bike rider, probably a learner.
With an elderly pillion rider
Instructing him
And shouting “turn to right”
Ran the bike over her a little-bit projected tile
And make her, a thin built street dog,
Jump and run off her
Waste laden bed
And a wonderful sleep
We need at least to have the kindness
To let her sleep on our wastea
Leave alone caring here
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Lonely Rider
I`m just a lonely rider
looking for somewhere to go
I`m just a lonely rider
wanting a road I don`t know
than I`ll ride it
where ever it goes
than I won`t feel so lonely
that much I know
cause my life is plain
not hard to explain
in case you want to know
but you better ask fast
cause I`m ready to go.
Oh I`m just a lonely rider
looking for somewhere to go
oh I`m just a lonely rider
wanting a road I don`t know.
Now I live from town to town
and all I do is ride around
looking for something to do
like when I met you
as you road on back
with your napsack
than I pull over
to used the restrooms
and when I came back
you were gone.
Now I`m a lonely rider again
looking for somehwere to go
Now I`m just a lonely rider again
wanting a road I don`t know
and when I see one I`ll take it and go
than a lonely rider I won`t be
that much I know.
poem by Bruce Martone
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Bike Ride
Like a vine him entwined,
While the bike rushed.
More speed; tighter hugged:
A ride ecstatic.
The bike roared and jolted
With the thrill never experienced.
Small pits on the road did
Jerk them with the bike.
Rain water in pits the bike
Beautifully splashed.
Very risky drive,
But speed reduce both dislike.
The greatest pleasures hid
In the pits of risks.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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What can They Do?
What the police can do
if minors and those under fifteen
who are yet to get
the driving license
unleash a passion
for stealing bikes?
What the people can do
but to sign the insurance policies
if the agent advisers unleash
an emotional attack
by quoting the uncertain, sudden
oncoming fatal accidents?
when we race by bike or car
the agents words burst in mind
and we see danger waving its hands
lying in wait in the middle of the road.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Night Rider
(words & music by doc pomus - mort shuman)
Night rider, night rider
You may think that its the breeze
Whispering through the lonely trees
But its only him aflying round the bend
As the day comes to that end
Night rider, night rider
He came riding to town
As the sun was going down
Saw my baby and he smiled her heart away
Now what will I do today
Cautioned my baby to stay at home
Not to leave mamas side
She laughed when I told her take care, take care
Or youll share in his midnight ride
Night rider, night rider
Since he stole around the side
I aint had no peace of mind
Night rider, wont you let my baby be
Come on, send her back to me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Death Is In Love With Us
I know it hurts too much
I know that you're scared
I know you're running out of trust
Wishing you were dead
In your misery
You're not alone
So come share your tears with me
And witness it all go wrong
I know it and i feel it
Just as well as you do, honey
It's not our fault if death's in love with us oh oh
It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
41+66.6 = our loss
We're breathing only to fade away
We're running just to get caught
What love's lies blessed
What love's light cursed
Just fear for the best
And hope for our worst
I know it and i feel it
Just as well as you do, honey
It's not our fault if death's in love with us oh oh
It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
Death's in love with us oh oh
The reaper holds our hearts oh oh
Death's in love with us oh oh
And the reaper holds our hearts oh oh
I know it and i feel it
Just as well as you do, honey
It's not our fault if death's in love with us oh oh
It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
song performed by by H.I.M.
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The great rickshaw rider
he carries his newborn child
passengers on the backseat
a widower just cycles
no choice but his bike
father and rickshaw rider
sad thoughts of his dead wife
lovingly holding his child
he rides with his fate
a girl feels her fathers love
happy passengers arrived
a widower and newborn
on their bike for life
@ Ellie Daphne van Stralen
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Learning
a little brown boy
perhaps aged three
is learning
how to ride his
bike
the father bought
a bike
taller than the boy
but the boy
has passion
breaks his bones
suffers the bruises
just to learn
this new skill
he rides on top of the
bike unable to reach
the brake
and he laughs at all this
not seeking
any help.
there he falls again
on the ground.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Death Is In Love With Us
I know it hurts too much
I know that youre scared
I know youre running out of trust
Wishing you were dead
In your misery
Youre not alone
So come share your tears with me
And witness it all go wrong
I know it and I feel it
Just as well as you do, honey
Its not our fault if deaths in love with us oh oh
Its not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
41+66.6 = our loss
Were breathing only to fade away
Were running just to get caught
What loves lies blessed
What loves light cursed
Just fear for the best
And hope for our worst
I know it and I feel it
Just as well as you do, honey
Its not our fault if deaths in love with us oh oh
Its not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
Deaths in love with us oh oh
The reaper holds our hearts oh oh
Deaths in love with us oh oh
And the reaper holds our hearts oh oh
I know it and I feel it
Just as well as you do, honey
Its not our fault if deaths in love with us oh oh
Its not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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The Expert
Bill? Oh, him ... Well, he's taken a knock.
Real sad when I spoke to him last;
Sufferin' like from a nasty shock.
Just drivin' a wee bit fast
Round a corner - no chance to halt
Skittles a kid on the road.
An' they're tellin' him now it's all his fault,
'Case he didn't observe the Code.
Code? Wot Code? Why, Bill can drive!
An' they're tellin' him now he was rash.
It's his skill at the wheel kept him alive
And out of many a smash.
And now, this luck. Yes; the youngster died,
But the evidence plainly showed
That Bill was fair on the proper side,
What more could he do with the Code?
Why, I've seen Bill drive on just two wheels,
Miss trees by a coat of paint.
An' now, it's rotten the way he feels
Broke up when they made complaint:
Callin' him careless. Careless? Him?
Why, I've seen him motor a load
At eighty an hour, an' the light all dim.
He didn't learn that from a Code.
But there you are ... One accident more,
One more kid, chancin' to roam,
Knocked stiff in sight of his own house door
One more grief-stricken home
An' poor Bill, eyes still fixed ahead
On that small, still form by the road,
Sayin' over an' over, 'He's dead! He's dead! . . .'
Well - Maybe there is good in a Code.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Witch Wolf
Written by james young, ray brandle
Lead vocals by james young
Reoccurring symptoms
Answer the baleful howl
Bringing me dreams of darkness
The doer of all thats foul
Raping the minds of infants
Sower of unplanted seeds
Full moon warrior
Doer of sordid deeds
Witch wolf
Night rider
Why do you call for me?
Thirteenth hour madman
Bringing my soul to fire
Visions of my sweet beulah
To torment soon retire
Witch wolf
Night rider
Why do you call for me?
Got my one-way ticket
On this hell bound train
I cant seem to stop falling
I bear the wrath of cain
Witch wolf
Night rider
Why do you call for me?
song performed by by Styx
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Everybody is Getting Out of Town
Population getting out of town,
Population wearing running shoes,
Population wondering which road to choose,
Everybody's getting out of town.
They all want to leave; they would if they could,
But right now the road ain't no good,
If you ain't crying, you might as well laugh,
While you're trying to get out of town.
Power plant, glowing in the dark,
Nobody sure what set off the spark,
They say the island is sinking fast,
Everybody's getting out of town.
Population looking for a sign,
Whose fault is it, living on the fault line,
Better do better if there IS a next time,
But for now, just get out of town.
Population looking for something to eat,
Population looking for what was the street,
If you leaving, all you got is your feet,
Good luck getting out of town.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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~! ! ~! ! ~! ! ~! ! ~! My City
Night rode pillion* in city
Where neighbours meet;
Only in seminars
Night rode pillion in city
Where mortar of fear
Hold bricks together
Night rode pillion in city
Where only sex can be
Legally traded for hunger
Night rode pillion in city
Whose beaches have to answer?
For their wet look
Night rode pillion in city
Where green n white hangs in shame
Rest brazenly flutter
Night rode pillion
Holy are the whores and
righteous are hounded
Night rode pillion in city
Where pillion riding is banned
Night rode pillion in city
Where I mooched sex
From my wife dressed in outage
Night rode pillion in city
Which gulped my love
Without a burp
Night rode pillion in city
Where mothers are kept collateral
To buy some text msgs and gas:
So that night may clandestinely
Ride pillion
* On of the commonest of Karachi’s sight and sounds is a motorbike. It would invariably have a young rider with his friend pillion riding. Pillion riding is a source of entertainment for majority of youth who prowl the city street overnight on their two-wheeler be it a religious, cultural or national occasion or an electrical outage. It is a most usual vehicle for street crimes like drive by shooting, cell phone/car snatching etc. Wrote this during outage when some thousand miles away someone’s “ceiling swam in shadows black when seen through hollow moisture laden eyes.
poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Ma
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Why Ist It That Way?
Artists who draw cartoons are cartoonists
Musicians who play bassoons, are bassoon-ists
Players of violins are violinists-flute players flutists
Then why aren’t drummers drum-ists?
Could the writer of Haiku be a Haiku-ist
Or the rider of a bike a bike-u-ist?
Why are linguists not language-ists
Or photographers photo-ists?
Who conjures these very English-isty rules list?
Most probably an English lingu-isty fool-ist
poem by Stanley Cooper
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