Saturday, January 3, 2015

Biker Chick

I found this on google and do not know who to credit
but it so goes with the topic, LOL
Gotta go.
 Get me out of this one-horse town.
It's too straight and narrow
for a tear-streaked clown.

Headin' 'cross the bridge
with my haversack.
My duffel bag's stuffed,
and I'm not ever lookin' back.

Gonna head to the city.
Gonna merge with the crowd.
Gonna ride all the busses.
Gonna live my life loud.

 55 words in honor of the G-man, for Real Toads. This month, we are to evoke the biker sub-culture of the 50's, the disenchanted young people who spurned the establishment, and sought their own way. For some of us, this has lasted all our lives. 

 I never was a biker chick, or had anything to do  with motorcycles. But I was a cyclist, and found a heady freedom soaring along the back roads. I remember how desperately I wanted out of my small town after high school. I  sought the anonymity of the city as fast as it was possible to get there.

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23 comments:

  1. Ornery Owl of Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost January 3, 2015 at 10:08 PM

    Nicely done! My brother once tried to teach me how to ride a dirt bike and declared me a dismal failure after I nearly killed us both. I'd probably be better off with the three-wheeled kind!
    http://sphereofmusic.blogspot.com/2015/01/outfoxing-quixote-flash-55-extra.html

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  2. Susie ClevengerJanuary 3, 2015 at 10:11 PM

    Great job! I too wanted to fly from the tiny town where I grew up. I didn't know I would end up in the 4th largest city in the country. LOL

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  3. brudbergJanuary 3, 2015 at 10:50 PM

    Oh that sense of leaving..my he travel bug.. So many wanted to leave when we were young, traveling on bicycles is great.

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  4. Gemma WisemanJanuary 4, 2015 at 2:11 AM

    The repetitive "l" sound in the last line adds a sense of musical explosion and fanfare. A poem capturing the wild spirit longing for freedom.

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  5. Kerry O'ConnorJanuary 4, 2015 at 4:40 AM

    Wonderful, Sherry. You have asserted the never say die attitude very well indeed.

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  6. SusanJanuary 4, 2015 at 5:09 AM

    Yes, make it a song. Make it one we can roar away to the beat and tune of ...

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  7. WolfsrosebudJanuary 4, 2015 at 5:41 AM

    liked the duffel bag... a word of the times

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  8. GraceJanuary 4, 2015 at 5:57 AM

    I agree with Susan, this sounds like a song ~ My favorite is the last line: Gonna live my life loud.

    Happy New Year to you ~

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  9. annell4January 4, 2015 at 8:59 AM

    This is a good one!!!

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  10. hedgewitchJanuary 4, 2015 at 9:35 AM

    You caught that fever of longing and leaving well here, Sherry.

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  11. LolamouseJanuary 4, 2015 at 9:42 AM

    Love it! We seem to have struck the same tone with our poems for this one, Sherry!

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  12. DonnaJanuary 4, 2015 at 1:02 PM

    I think in my younger years I might have done this and taken to the road if circumstances had been different.

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  13. Myrna R.January 4, 2015 at 4:09 PM

    Cool poem. Reminds me of my younger days. I was a biker chick of sorts. My husband loved and loves motorcycles though he no longer owns one. I used to ride carelessly, letting the wind slap and play with my hair. Not long ago, he wanted to get a three wheeler. But, it's just not my thing. I feel badly that I spoiled his dream.

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  14. UnknownJanuary 4, 2015 at 4:15 PM

    In remembrance of the younger years where life was so full of excitement and picket fences weren't so crude. Reminds me of the good old days where work didn't become the pen house at the stock market crash.

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  15. FireblossomJanuary 4, 2015 at 4:53 PM

    Being loud is not ladylike. When I tell Skittles this, she barks at me!

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  16. TimoteoJanuary 5, 2015 at 6:48 AM

    "Tear streaked clown." That's good. Sometimes ya gotta laugh till you cry...or vice-versa.

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  17. Grandmother MaryJanuary 5, 2015 at 3:20 PM

    living out loud- go for it!

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  18. Kay L. DaviesJanuary 6, 2015 at 10:31 AM

    Now your "small town" is a big city.
    Love this poem, Sherry, and the picture is a hoot. Living life out loud is definitely the way to go.
    Luv, K

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  19. ClaudiaJanuary 6, 2015 at 12:16 PM

    oh yeah!
    she def. looks like she's having fun
    i want a motor bike now
    living life loud and joyful is a good thing
    smiles

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  20. Yvonne OsborneJanuary 6, 2015 at 1:00 PM

    This is the funniest image yet! Galen would've love it. That's what I wanna do...live life loud cause I live too close to a one-horse town.

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  21. Brian MillerJanuary 6, 2015 at 5:29 PM

    live it...and loud...
    i imagine you cackling as you ride by on that cycle....ha

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  22. GabriellaJanuary 6, 2015 at 5:34 PM

    Love the tone and the attitude, Sherry! A befitting tribute.

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  23. grapelingJanuary 6, 2015 at 8:32 PM

    Happy new year, Sherry. Love this pen. You've captured the sense of movement and desire of those ready to hit the road ~

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