[spikeo]

just thought this cud be fun
Open to serious expiring poets
The humours witty type
The down right mad
Aul sayings
And maybe the sick
So on that note I'll start

There was a middle aged dude from Athlone,
Who purchased himself an I phone
And on to the net he did go
a place he did not very well know

Jaysus it opened his eyes
to what in there lies
And some things he did not know
what some people can do and show

He signed into a site
where he though u cud talk shoite
But it wasn't to be
cus they didn't see
There's actually people like me

[spikeo]

There is a lad on here he goes by the name of shins
Around whom seemingly most of the Craic begins
He purchased himself a pair of saftey shoes,
that are now top of the IBF news
They may not be everyone's choice
But personally I think there are quite noice!
Their introduction on here brought out some Craic and cheer
and certainly more than one sneer
Others gave warnings and boos for his toes they thought he might loose
After all their his flaming safety shoes and wether we like it or not I'm glad he still has the freedom to choose

[wesifumi]

I call this, Lunch Menu.


Tea and a sandwich €3.99

Soup and roll €2.99

Panina or Wrap €3.50

Of Course, there is a Vegetarian option.....



You can fcuk off.




Wesi .Copyright. 2011

This post has been edited by wesifume: 10 November 2011 - 05:26 PM

[spikeo]

So what would you hope for this Christmas Day?
Is it something Santa can fit on his sleigh?
Now remember his sleigh is two wheels and chrome
That sounds like thunder from home to home.

He brings us the road and the wind in our hair
And those that deliver the occasional stare.

He brings us a lifestyle and a culture our own
And he made us all brothers so we’re never alone

He brings us our rallies and toy runs and gear
And he gave us the ability to stare down a fear.

He knows we like t-shirts and leather and lace
And an undying need to pick up the pace.

He knows we like parties and custom beer mugs
And even the usual teeth full of bugs.

We like swap meets and bike parts, old and new
And buckles and belts and black boots too.

So what will you ask of the jolly ole’ guy
Whose chrome reflects off the cold winter sky?

Will it be goodies or garments or parts or a spare;
A new seat or bags or new tins if you dare.

Now these all would be great, fine gifts I would say
But here’s some suggestions, if I may:

I’ll take more time to ride and more biker days
More winding roads and more sun rays

I’ll take more biker friends old and new
And a guardian angel to watch over me too

I’ll take the wind and the rush and the smells in the air
And brothers and sisters everywhere.

I’ll take the feeling of freedom, it’s my therapy
Cause riding is all that I hoped it would be!

Ride safe,


Saying for the day…..Merry Christmas to all and to all a good ride!

[dragonfly]

My great uncle was a poet I drew up one of his poems on one of my photos.

Autumn by Dragonfly Castle, on Flickr

[spikeo]

Santa's a Biker

Ironhorse Writer
12/09/2003

 

His bright red suit sports fluffy white trim
Not quite obese but a far cry from slim
Calf high boots all shiny and black
Totes a world of toys in a magical sack
 

He rides a custom sleigh scoot
Flames on each side
Not a horse-powered relic
It’s a Reindeer Glide
 

‘Cause Santa’s a Biker
‘Big Daddy’ of cool
First page, chapter one
In the ‘Book of Old School’
 

Got a curvy ‘ol lady
Who supports the cause
On those North Pole nights
She supports ‘The Clause’
 

He hangs with a group called ‘Elves MC’
All bad to the bone, all three foot three
Fillin’ the orders, loadin’ the sleigh
Hittin’ the eggnog while the Big Guy’s away
 

There are those who would doubt
Say, Santa’s’ not real
But, for we who ride
He’s the genuine deal
 

‘Cause Santa’s a Biker
‘Big Daddy’ of cool
First page, chapter one
In the ‘Book of Old School’
 

Believe with your heart
Not with your head
See as the child
In a hospital bed
 

For thunder on the street
Is their rooftops click, click, click
As each and every Toy Run
Affirms faith in ‘Ol Saint Nick
 

Yes, Santa is a Biker
And should you not believe
Ask the child in the hospital bed
On any Christmas Eve

[evoblade]

wesifumi, on 10 November 2011 - 05:25 PM, said:

I call this, Lunch Menu.


Tea and a sandwich €3.99

Soup and roll €2.99

Panina or Wrap €3.50

Of Course, there is a Vegetarian option.....



You can fcuk off.




Wesi .Copyright. 2011

Thats deep man...not quite as deep as your pockets need to be if that's an O Briens menu but deep all the same

[spikeo]

Love is in the air
Quote:
I knew the first time I saw you
that you were the one for me
And though I could not have you then
I waited patiently.

And at first things moved slow
but soon to a faster pace
Each time that we were together
Oh, how my heart did race!!

When I've hurt you in the past
I always made things right
Staying there beside you
through the endless days and nights.

Sometimes I made you scream
I know it was me to blame
and though we've argued over which paths to take
We've always followed the same

Though sometimes it's been rocky
and you've hurt me times before
I can't keep you off my mind
You keep me coming back for more

We know each other well now
and many days have passed
We've made it through some uphill battles
and I know our love will last

You've always liked to look your best
so you don't feel you're looking old
I buy you what the models wear,
new apparrel and chains of gold.

Our love has stood the test of time
through the good and through the bad
And after all is said and done
You're still the best DIRT BIKE I ever had!!!!

[spikeo]

Valentines day poems
FEMALE POEM

I want a man who's handsome, smart and strong

One who loves to listen long.

One who thinks before he speaks

One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I want him to be gainfully employed,

When I spend his cash, be not annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door,

massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! For a man who makes love to my mind

And knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"

I want this man to love me to no end,

And always be my very best friend.




MALE POEM

I want a deaf-mute nymphomaniac

with huge boobs that irons, owns a liquor store, and a big bank account

I know this doesn't rhyme and I don't give a siht