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Bikers last ride poems

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He is also an avid movie buff. AND he is also an avid writer. A few years ago, it hit him that those three worlds needed to merge so that he could fill what he saw as a glaring hole in American fiction and cinema. Dennis with his wife, Lauren.


The long, open road is setting me free.

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Down through the valley, with rife left and right, still laughing out loud, I must be a sight. Las in a hurry are rushing over there. Freedom is my choice, and it come from inside me. But before you can have a movie, you need a good book. You dont look down on them, but you sure look down on me. My ride is a Harley, and I can honestly say That my ancestors died for the American way. People who worried stop to stare.

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The men decide to embark on their last ride together. The long hair I have, thats what I select.

A month on the road and no schedule for me. I wish that I could find a way To let them plainly know I did change my crazy ways, And I do not plan to quit. Still laughing out loud. Funeral Poem for a biker. I'm laughing out loud, like i'm thrilled. It make me feel bold that I can always ride free! My wheels are turning toward newer ways, Hiways of heaven have filled my days.

Braking hard for the next corner, i'm going way too fast, lean hard through the apex, then give it the gas. Out of the corner, if you could have seen that one, you would have been proud. They used to say I would regret My living hard and wild. So, I decided to write that book. I'm riding where I want and i'm seeing what I want to see. A few years ago, it hit him that those three worlds needed to merge so that he could fill what he bkiers as a glaring peoms in American fiction and cinema.

Dennis with his wife, Lauren.

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His wife, Lauren Preston, helped edit it. A curvy road through the pine trees, only two lanes wide. Leaning the bike back an forth, the feelings hard to describe. Goodbye, David, ride easy and smooth.

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Search for:. As a biker, we are unique The open road is what we seek The camaraderie of our brothers, our friends Knowing they'll be there But when we take that final ride There'll be another by our side And one thing I know, for a fact God will also have my back For it's in him now We place our trust For this road we rlde Is a must So as we reach this road trips pofms Know in your heart Someday soon the thunder will roll As we ride down those streets of gold With wind in our face, we're free at last The troubles here are now all past And with brothers there.

So did Abe Lincoln. Lang The wind and the wild are calling to me. He says poetry is a form of therapy for him. Though rain may pour and snow may fall, never silenced is that call. To freedom and a life so good, filled with dreams and brotherhood.

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The machine that I handle is shiney and black. In the meantime, Dennis is already at work on his next novel. That book should be published in December A twist of the throttle and over the next hill. Sparks fly from the footpeg, as it drags through the next turn. The hassles gone, his heart is filled with life and hope, all bikrrs are stilled. They are all dying.

The last ride: a novel by dennis “poet” tye

So did Davy Crocket. So look at me now, Shake your head in sorrow. I may be the man who saves you tomorrow.

So did Andrew Jackson. The lord wears His colors, and David his, too The armor of brotherhood, the red, white and blue. This bike is my life, it gives me great pride, That all one-percenters can feel deep inside.

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I plant my butt in the saddle and point her head north. I swing a leg over, my trusty steel horse. AND he is also an avid writer. He is also an avid movie buff.

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