Poetry By Chuck

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There is a solitary black knight
of magic and spells that tries to rewrite
the white lines into black in a single over-nite
on two wheels leaving rubber turning tight
doing twisties in a strange moon flight

Why is it that he likes to ride at night
full August moon shining ivory bright
What demon drives him and seems to incite
"Twist the grip harder to the extreme right.
Fill your life with danger, it will be alright."

Why is it that he likes to ride at midnight
when owls are attracted to his headlight
Shadowy things run just out of his sight
and death beckons and does invite
his soul to St Christopher this very night

In the full moon glare and the chilly night air
his steed dashes into the night
His silent grin unrecognized
as he watches ahead for any surprise
The clock is ticking on his life
just ahead and to the right

He banks it just a tad bit hard
and feels the drag of the engine guard
The bike shutters and sparks fly
in sudden surprise, he realizes... he will die

Launched like a rockets tail
he leaves the road behind
and falls through the thin air
to a desert grave for all time

The night passes the moon on by
and cage lights occasionally light the sky
but none see that departed knight
his soul mounted on a twisted bike

His ride continues on deaths rubber side
leaving tracks across a pitch black sky
His soul forever a black midnight
He has no eyes and there ain't no cryin'
on death's final ride

Why is it that he likes to ride at night
full August moon shining ivory bright
What demon drives him and seems to incite
Twist the grip harder to the extreme right
fill your life with danger, it will be alright

Why is it that he likes to ride at midnight
when owls are attracted to his headlight
Shadowy things run just out of his sight
and death beckons and does invite
his soul to St Christopher this very night



Author notes

A full August Moon shines tonight and riding home from the desert I found it a delight. The shine lit the countryside and hills so bright, I was amazed and awed by the moon light.

Comments by professional poets:

  • guardianhost: commented on Midnight Rider

  • I am a lover of moonlight and motorcyles
    This was a double treat for me. Your flow and end rhyme style held my interest. The content and imagery were beautiful. I enjoyed reading your poem .
    Well done - I will keep looking for more from you. You got 9 points from applause
  • Danzy007: commented on Midnight Rider


  • midnight and drakenss can be both friend and foe, home and faulse sanctuary but also company and solitude, it depends on how you se it

    I like the way you included a saint in there too, usualy they are only called that after they die, dunno why they'd bother at all, the person gets no enjoyment out of it but eh

    I enjoyed this! You got 9 points from applause
  • Kajal lutchminarian: commented on Midnight Rider


  • I love your background!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a cool poem. I think I've wriiten way too many pieces on the moon for my own good lol. its a great write. well done.
  • Kathrin: commented on Midnight Rider
    amazing
    firstly the background is amazing and the picture creates the perfect scene for what comes next, this poem is awesome and I loved it take care kathrin You
  • If.Evil.Exists: commented on Midnight Rider
    I don't know why but
    I am extremely awed by this poem.
    I really really like it

    It was amazing.
    Must be something about the moon, motorcycles, and death. You got 6 points from applause   
    • Great write...feeling free is one thing, but challenging death is another...stay safe...

    • klr1244
      29 minutes ago 

      I liked it

      Thanks for putting your notes about the inspiration for the poem. There are two sides to riding...the pleasure and the danger. My daughter in law was killed on her Harley ten years ago, so reading your poem brings up mixed emotions for me.
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