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if you ride a motorcycle, you know what poetry is. instinctively. you know the sounds, the sights, the smells, the feel, and yes, even the taste of being on a…
if you ride a motorcycle, you know what poetry is. instinctively. you know the sounds, the sights, the smells, the feel, and yes, even the taste of being on a…
Am I right? At least in eastern Ontario! moto cycle: a seasonal poem in four parts by susan © 2023 Read here: moto cycle: a seasonal poem in…
“This has you written all over it,” a friend joked when he sent me a link to the Toronto Spring Motorcycle Show’s Second Annual Biker Poetry Contest. He was…
To the love of my life on Valentine’s Day 2023 <3 valentine my valentine by susan © 2023 Read here: valentine my valentine valentine my valentine i love…
Some riders, like my friend Sabrina, choose to hibernate during the winter months when they are unable to ride. This poem is about that. sweet dreams by susan ©…
I was one in a thousand people milling about during a coffee break at the Leaders in Dubai conference in November 2006, when a man whom I didn’t know…
Many motorcyclists like to maintain their own bikes instead of having mechanics do the dirty work. I’m not one of them. Nor will I ever be. I understand (kinda’)…
Many motorcycle riders spend most of the winter wishing it were summer. This poem is about that. it’s almost spring by susan © 2023 it’s almost spring the sun…
Readers keep telling me my poems should be set to music. Unfortunately, I am the most unmusical person on the planet. So I’m looking for musicians who might like…
Perhaps ever-fickle motorcycle riders should come with a warning label: ‘Love at your own risk.’ 😛 oh baby, i love you by susan © 2023 Read here: oh baby,…