We're honored to have the works of the Dutch Biker 'Zwerver', whose name translates as 'Wanderer'. He writes in Dutch and some English, so we've worked a bit at translating his poems for you to enjoy...
Zwerver
CAUTION: There's some strong language further down the page.
Check his biker blog:
www.motorgedichten.punt.nl
And his personal site:
www.logzwerver.nl...
Oh, Yeah... They're in Dutch.
Little Man
Zwerver
I am caught on the highway
Eternally guarded
By my love for freedom.
Here in the saddle I am
Master of my life.
You are everywhere along the road
Looking frightened
When I pass by
Silently jealous of the ride
I must have had.
What you really saw
Was a dust cloud I left behind.
Wrapping around the story
you will tell later in your local bar
About that angel in
The dust cloud.
Day of the Last Fire
Zwerver
When your arms
are not around me anymore.
The horizon is reached.
And roads become
gray, lonely and silent.
It's time for the last fire
Then, if I still can choose
I will kick start my bike
with my last strength.
Ride full speed down the highway
And standing on my saddle I will rage against the loss
Rage, until I with immeasurable speed, like a comet that explodes
and burns everything in its path.
Leave life as a free man.
In one timeless moment.
Fuck 'n Roll
Zwerver
Endless road before me.
Traffic signs and white lines
flash in the corners of my eyes
A buzzard circles above me
hunting for prey.
Beside me rides my shadow
on his way to the horizon.
Hangover in my saddlebags
Pistons bang a monotone beat
in my head
Was my breakfast
blond or red this morning?
Naked memories bounce tattoos,
piercings, beer and beat
in my thoughts.
I still feels fingernails in my back.
The wind whispers
moaning through my head
My balls are empty
For today.
Beauty and Her Beast
Peter V. Dugan
Her long legs straddle
the Harley, a lover's
embrace, hair flails,
body tenses, clutch
tightens, excitement,
acceleration, ecstasy,
ominous and foreboding.
Losing herself, heart
pumping, pounding,
matching the pulsating
power of the big
V-Twin engine.
Her past loves, remnants
and wreckage, scattered
like gravel on the highway.
She becomes one with nature.
Luminous eyes sparkle,
distant headlights
and faraway stars,
out shine
indiscernible scars,
the bike accidents
and battles in bars.
Forgiveness sought,
guilt and fear allayed.
Riding fast and free,
love's illusions pander
self-delusions of grandeur.
She's a motorcycle Momma.
No Biker
Bear
Bikers are poster children
for 'be true to yourself'
for 'live and let live'
for freedom of the wind and the road
No biker should ever be prejudiced
Because of someone's color
Someone's presentation
Someone's history.
Because every biker already knows
What it means to be prejudged
For their colors
For their presentation
For their history.
When some guy gets off his rig
and starts riffing on whomever...
(You can fill in your favorite scapegoat here)
All I can think is:
Have you looked in a mirror lately?
Leathers, gypsy cap, pony tail, tattoos
And you have something to say about how other people live?
How soon we forget -
There is nothing smaller
then a man
who needs someone to hate.
UNTITLED
Tom from Forest Park
Twisted Sister.
Tarmac Witch.
Squirming beneath me to take me in.
Picking up the rhythm to lock me in.
Then Faster until I'm way in deep.
Crazy fast and over my head now.
Surrendering focus to her heat.
Unaware.
The Prey before the Predator.
I feel her hot breath on my neck.
And feel weak with the loss of control.
Without the time to reason.
My Only Hope
In a single intuitive reaction.
A tail light screams Reddd
Like some Banshee Wailing.
Energy Roars into the Vortex of Resistance
to a point Absolute and Grave.
A Dead Man's Grip.
A Terrible Shuddering Abandon.
Then a silence.
Smoke Obscures the Precipice.
Then the Smell of burnt rubber and scorched metal.
Then a sound.
My Heart Pounding over the motor's idle.
Roll over to the roadside.
Roll over to the roadside and Shutdown.
Shaking and Heart still Pounding.
Damn...Damn...Damn Fool!!
Sorceress!! I Cry!!
And Glare at Her.
While her Black Tongue
tries to Take me Back.
She says....
Come on Baby.....
You got Lucky with Me.
