The Poetry of Bob “Bikerwolf” Bryant

Miles Passed By
By: Bob “Bikerwolf” Bryant

Roads traveled, Lessons learned
Righteous Runs, Crash and Burns
Scarred body, Wounded Soul
Miles passed by as two wheels rolled

Friends enter, Friends leave
Sometimes happy, Sometimes peeved
Yesterdays passed, Feeling old
Miles passed by as two wheels rolled

Hopefully destined, To always roam
Ride with Brothers, Ride Alone
Always proud, Sometimes to bold
Miles passed by as two wheels rolled

Partied Hard, Worked hard too
Did my time, Paid my dues
Always broke, Never struck gold
Miles passed by as two wheels rolled

Winds blow, Feeling the breeze
Arms stretched, bended knees
Scarred body, Wounded soul
Miles passed by as two wheels rolled

FINAL THOUGHTS
By: Bob”Bikerwolf” Bryant

We watched as he listened to the wind
Told us it beckoned his name
His heart as always was still ready
But his body was riddled by pain

His mind drifted as he closed his eyes
His mind reversed cruel time
He saw his hair a little longer
He saw a young lady so fine

He remembered the feel of the cool summer nights
He could feel the winding roads
He tasted the lips of his young lover
He remembered the biker code

He relived the nights underneath the stars
The feeling of brotherhood in the air
He had longed for that feeling again
In the days when there were no cares

He felt a feeling come over his body
As he saw her sweet face once again
The night the angel of death told him
“She’s been waiting for you my friend”

You could hear the thunder in the sky that night
You could feel the wind blow free
You could tell he was riding beside the reaper
His free arm resting on her knee

FEELIN’ ALONE
By Bob”Bikerwolf” Bryant

His face as weathered
As his old leather vest
Now days not belonging
Older than the rest

Memories of Brothers
Gone on to pave the way
Down the highway to heaven
He knows he’ll travel one day

He’s still a tough one
You can see it in his eyes
If the young ones try to take him
They’re in for a big surprise

He’ll never give a damn
About todays modern world
He’d once again just like to find
A good old fashioned girl

Sometimes he sits and wishes
He had died long ago
Back when he was younger
Back, when felt like a Bro’

But he’ll keep on riding
Grey hair flying in the wind
Till the day he goes to heaven
Ridin’ that thundering “V” twin

Have You?
By : Bob “Bikerwolf” Bryant

Have you ever heard the thunder
Of straight pipes late at night
Have you ever seen the highway
Illuminated by one headlight

Have you ever felt the rain
Putting a sting upon your skin
Have you ever had a true brother
That wasn’t your average friend

Have you ever twisted the throttle
Because the road it laid out straight
Have you ever done crazy stuff
Some call it tempting fate

Have you ever felt the feeling
Of the wind against your face
Have you ever just gone riding
Not heading anyplace

Have you ever loved a woman
On the ground, underneath the stars
Have you ever grabbed cold iron
While looking through the bars

Have you ever stopped to wonder
What makes your soul so free
Have you ever just pulled over
To admire the sights you see

Have you ever been arrested
Because of who you are
Have you ever waved to children
As they pass by in a car

Have you worn your weathered leather
For protection, not just looks
Have you torn down your ol’ Bike
Without looking at the books

Have you caught the look of the ladies
As you go riding by
Have you noticed how their husbands
Look out the corner of their eyes

Have you ever took off all alone
To keep in touch with your soul
Have you ever done that, to remember
Freedom, not money is your goal

If any of what you just read
Brings back memories, good or bad
Then you can pretty much bet your ass
A Bikers life you’ve had

Bob “Bikerwolf” Bryant has been riding bikes for about 35 years now, and writing for about 13 years. He first started sharing his work over Internet sites about 5 years ago. In early 2012 became Co-Founder of Road Scribes of America. His current ride is a Yamaha Roadstar.

The Poetry of Bob “Bikerwolf” Bryant

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