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Here will be posted poems and words of wisdom submitted by
visitors.
To Old to Go
The carnage began with an evil
mind
that destroyed the peoples and
lands in kind.
Then another George Washington
held out his hand
with a swish of his sword drew
a line in the sand.
Thus the good and the evil
stood face to face
as the butcher of Baghdad
entered the race.
And the aged grey warriors just
kicked the dirt
for they could share only the
prayers and the hurt.
Knowing, they were to old to
go.
For the world it started all
over again.
The sounds of battles and
screams of pain.
And the greed and hate began to
spread
you could see it as we counted
the dead.
The women and children their
cold twisted faces
as the greedy butcher left no
telling traces.
And the grey old soldiers
stared at the ground
not knowing where their
children were bound.
And they, were to old to go.
Then the good told the evil "We
shall not yield!"
and our leaders threw up the
Desert Shield.
Then calls went out across our
land
the young of our nation again
called to stand.
They looked to the east and
took up arms
as on they came from cities and
farms.
And the grey old warriors
called out "Take Me!"
but no one heeded their feeble
plea.
For they, were to old to go.
The greedy butcher took a
hideous form.
The war increased to Desert
Storm.
And we watched our treasures
march off to war
to fight for the lady while
others steal for a whore.
"Wait for us we'll fight, and
stand beside you
protect your flanks and try to
hide you."
Said the grey bent warriors,
for they want to share
But they could do naught but
kneel in prayer.
To weak, and to old to go.
And somewhere out in the fierce
desert heat
a young man fell in a deadly
sleep.
The butcher reached up from the
belly of hell
to direct a deadly, well aimed
shell.
And a fathers heart grew quiet
and bland
as his son was taken by the
greedy hand.
His comrades of old stood by
his side
as the stooped old warrior
silently cried.
Having been, to old to go.
The butchers war ended as all
wars do
and the flag draped coffins
passed in review.
The dead and the living were
again as one
together under gods warm bright
sun.
Any many lives would remain
unstable
as they looked at the empty
chairs at the table.
As the old grey warriors
searched their hearts
as they stood in silence their
world torn in parts.
To late, and to old to go.
Jessy D. Stokes --
82nd-187 AIRBORNE
FREEDOM ISN'T FREE
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze
A young Marine saluted it, and then
He stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought, how many men like him
Had fallen through the years?
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many Pilots' planes shot down?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, Freedom is not free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen"
When a flag had draped a coffin
of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
at the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, Freedom isn't free!!
God Bless America
(Author unknown
"BIKER'S CODE" -
Original Author Unknown
It used
to be that all bikers shared a common bond, an unspoken code of ethics and
behavior that transcended words and was built on actions. There was never a
bible written on this Biker's Code and there was no need for such. But the times
are a-changin' and there seems to be a lot of new riders out there.
These
days the riders you see blastin' down the road are just as likely to be clad in
shorts and sneakers as jeans and engineer boots. And the roughest,
toughest-looking biker you pull up next to could be your doctor or lawyer and
may be wearin' a Rolex watch under his leathers. There's nothing wrong with
that, so long as these new riders learn the Code just as we old-timers did.
Being a
biker used to be about using your creativity to take a basket case old hawg and
using only grit and ingenuity, turning it into a one-of-a-kind eye dazzler, then
risking your life on the asphalt on a bike you made yourself out of pride.
Bikers wore leather and grease because they knew cagers would just as soon run
them down as look at them, so they had to be intimidating.
We were
a breed unto ourselves with no union, no support group, and in many cases, no
family (they threw us out). We had to make it in the world of our own, against
all rules, against mainstream society, and against all odds. We survived and
prospered because of the Biker Code and we never took shit from anybody. As an
old scooter bro once said, "It's every tramp's job to school the young. How else
are they gonna know a Panhead from a bed pan?"
With
that in mind, we bring you a primer on the basic two-wheeled Code. Take heed,
brothers and sisters, for our Code is a hallowed one filled with honor and
loyalty, the likes of which have not been since the days of knighthood:
Don't
take any shit. Be kind to women, children and animals, but don't take any
bullshit. This is an essential part of being a biker. It has to do with respect
and honor. Anyone can be a quick-tempered fool. Be cool, stand tall and backup
what you say with action.
Never
lie, cheat or steal. Another way of saying this is to always tell the truth.
Bikers
are always the greasy bad guys in the movies, but every real biker knows that
his word is his bond. Your word is all you have in life that is truly yours.
Guard it carefully and be something noble, for you are a true knight of the
road.
Don't
snitch. If you see a wrong, fight it yourself, if you are about anything. You'll
take care of problems yourself and never feel the need to snitch someone off.
Snitches are the lowest life forms on earth, right up there with biker thieves.
Don't
Whine. Absolutely no one likes or respects a whiner. Another way to say this is
hold your mud. Still another way to think of it is, "Don't sweat the small
stuff". Most of life's little inconveniences work themselves out whether you
whine or not.
Keep
your chin up, damn it! You're a biker, not some lowly snail.. Never say die and
never give up. Whether it's in a fight, a debate, or a business deal, no matter
how bad it gets, a biker never gives up.
Help
others. When a brother or sister is broken down by the side of the road, always
stop and help them. Even moral support, if that is all you can give, is better
than riding on by. Remember life is about the journey, the ride, not getting
there. You already are there. And don't just help bikers, show the world that we
are better than our image portrays us. Courtesy costs you nothing and gives you
everything.
Stick
to your guns. Do what you say you'll do, be there when you say you will. This is
called integrity. This also goes back to standing for something. Like the song
says, "You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything."
Life is
not a drill. Yeah, this ain't no dress rehearsal. This is life -- go out and
take big bites of it. You've got no time to lose and bikers don't stand around
waiting for the party to come to them. You only go around once. Tomorrow you
could be road kill, thanks to a chain smoker asleep at the wheel of his Caddy.
Live life now, make the most of each moment.
All
right, now let's review.
• You
are a biker, a modern-day knight of the road.
•
Protect the weak, walk tall and stand proud.
• Your
word is your bond.
• Stick
to your guns.
• Don't
take any shit.
• Life
is not a drill.
Now go
forth and ride. When in doubt, ride. That's what we do...ride.
If you
want to ride around in a Day-Glo Hawaiian shirt and sandals, go for it, but if
you intend to look like a idiot, at least don't act like an idiot.
These
commandments are just a few of the broad strokes, there is a lot more to being a
biker than buying a bike. If you just buy a bike, you are a motorcyclist. Being
a biker is a way of life, a proud way of life we hold in high regard with a
burning passion for the open highway.
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