get deep -- can you haiku?

[mikebaileyvienna]

the straight has no cars
you don't know you're not breathing
the bend is ahead

you pressure the peg
well before, the weight slides left
is gravel ahead?

four points of contact
are you jamming in too hard?
think: one hand control

you're into the curve
all four points of contact buzz
to the edge you lean

your chin is so low
lean out on the knife's hard edge
and enter the groove

the line is so good
its the best vibe in the world
look at the exit

roll onto the gas
its time to hear the bike roar
wow this is so good

amazing and fast
up rises the roaring beast
your prowess is clear

its time to go hard
can the helmet hide your grin?
so, where's the next curve?

 

[abyss1406]

haikus are awesome
but sometimes they dont make sense
refridgerators

 

[Brock Kickass]

Winter almost gone
Motorcycle parked inside
Damn it spring come on!

 

[Anthony]

Come on spring!

 

[buzzbomb]

Whee! Let's get deep. Let's get really deep. Can you feel the spirit of your Haiku without making the poetry? Do you feel it, deep inside where your inner self resides?

Does the spirit roar in your soul such that you hear it revving when you are trying to sleep?

Do you feel the call of the twisty road when you are farthest from it, drawing you to it's embrace?

Does it call out to you, your soul, your machine, when you touch it as well as when you are away?

As you gently lay fingers upon her, do you apologize in your mind for not using her for what she was made for?

At this moment, can you visualize the road yet ridden? Are you twisting and turning physically, as you sway with the flight?

Does the very thought of throwing a leg over your bike evoke emotions? Does it make your heart quicken, your pulse faster?

Are your veins pumping heavy as the adrenaline rushes, just because you're thinking of the types of roads you'd like to ride on your wonderful machine? RIGHT NOW?

Japanese poetry? I throw a leg over one almost every day!

 

[SpawnXX]

your chin is so low
lean out on the knife's hard edge
and enter the groove

four points of contact
are you jamming in too hard?
think: one hand control

the line is so good
its the best vibe in the world
look at the exit

This is getting kinky..... giggity

 

[buzzbomb]

At this moment, can you visualize the road yet ridden? Are you twisting and turning physically, as you sway with the flight?

Just that sentence. Close your eyes. Try it. The road before you, the whole of the world behind.

I've written several paragraphs to fill this spot, to try to describe it. To no avail. I've deleted all of them.

And I've just done it again. Multiple paragraphs, but I can't do justice to how YOU will feel, vs. how I feel.

So I'll leave it that. Close your eyes and run your road. Then take the time to learn the skills to do it!

 

[mikebaileyvienna]

No sex!

I honestly had motorcycle riding in mind when I wrote this, but damn!

 

[buzzbomb]

I honestly had motorcycle riding in mind when I wrote this, but damn!

My soul made machine, bro. Nice Haiku, by the way.

 

[buzzbomb]

the straight has no cars
you don't know you're not breathing
the bend is ahead

you pressure the peg
well before, the weight slides left
is gravel ahead?

four points of contact
are you jamming in too hard?
think: one hand control

you're into the curve
all four points of contact buzz
to the edge you lean

your chin is so low
lean out on the knife's hard edge
and enter the groove

the line is so good
its the best vibe in the world
look at the exit

roll onto the gas
its time to hear the bike roar
wow this is so good

amazing and fast
up rises the roaring beast
your prowess is clear

its time to go hard
can the helmet hide your grin?
so, where's the next curve?

Re-read this post looking for a previous of mine. It's still a darn impressive elucidation of what you're feeling, done in the very strict Haiku style.

I couldn't match it, so I waxed poetic. I still can't match it. This post is going to bump your Haiku to recent threads. New members will read it, where they probably would not have otherwise.

That's pretty cool. Us Riders feel poetic about our glorious machines every day. To be able to put that into a structured poem? That's special. This thread deserved to be bumped.

 

[buzzbomb]

I honestly had motorcycle riding in mind when I wrote this, but damn!

I didn't see this before, but you visualized it, didn't you? You saw it! Maybe just a piece of it but you saw it!

We did our best to put it into words, but words just don't it do it justice.

That feeling we get from truly appreciating what riding a good motorcycle is, and taking our machine to end of our skill... We know we'll never reach the limits of the machine. We only reached the limits of ourselves.

In the reality of life, this machine is better than we are. It's so good in fact that it's able to make us feel like we know, and can take us safely through it, if we don't get too stupid.

If you really visualized that road, yourself on your machine running the road you've never been on, and there's twisties and sweepers and straights and you're just swaying in you chair, running that road in your mind, knowing what your going to do and what your bike is going to do when you do it?

If you truly did that, and I think you might have, then you got the emoticon right, because nothing else describes it so eloquently:

OK. Once again lots of stuff written and discarded. Gonna leave it at the

Maybe more later, if there's interest. Maybe more regardless.

 

[buzzbomb]

It's not Haiku. But it's poetry.

Rereading this post (again) I suddenly got a beautiful visual of my last ride through my favorite twisties, a few days ago.

It wasn't all the "swish" "swish" "swish" which I love so much. It was better.

My last run on my favorite twisties, I did it one gear down. The motor roared, my ability to control the bike through the throttle was thrilling. As long as I've been riding I wish had this revelation before I rode the Dragon.

It was no longer just "swish."

It was swishing with POWER!

Enter the turn, best line I can do.

Watching for everythng. It's a public road.

The road twists and turns and turns back again. Running it hard within limits.

Back off the throttle entering the turn, ease back on during, crank on it at apex.

Keeping my form, center of gravity down and light on the controls. Controlling the lean angle and my speed purely by the throttle and my form. Knowing my bike is better than I am, accepting that and just doing my best.

My Tora Tanshi just owning it, and little old me, just enjoying the ride.

That my Ladies and Gentleman: IS poetry! Phew. Now I've got to try to go to sleep with THAT coursing through my veins...