Last time I was on the road I found myself writing some poetry. This was on Dec 2012-Jan 2013, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, to Valparaíso, Chile, and back, on my Honda Falcon NX 400. It has been more than 30 years since the time I used to write poetry. It felt so good to write again that I want to share here my new first poem, and also would like to invite you to post any poetic or creative writing that you do in connection with your riding.

I am originally from Spain, and it is more natural for me to write in Spanish. This poem came to life in the beautiful National Park Sierra de las Quijadas, in the province of San Luis, Argentina.

Parque Nacional Sierrra de las Quijadas

El viento ruge entre tus grietas
y el sol es fuego sobre mi espalda.

Un bufido a mi izquierda
me hace dar un respingo.

— ¿Qué fue eso?

Camuflado entre los arbustos
un burro me observa inquisitivo.

Dos burros... tres... cuatro... cinco...
seis... siete... ocho burros
me miran al unísono:

— Y a Ud., ¿qué se le perdió aquí?

Yo no respondo todavía. También los miro.

Orejas levantadas, hocico blanco,
esperan mi respuesta.

Burros salvajes cuyos lomos relucientes
nada saben de cargas ni trabajos.
Son ocho burros haciendo senderismo
por el Parque Nacional Sierra de las Quijadas.

— Bueno, señores burros,
yo también soy una criatura de Dios.

Sadly I'll have to leave an appreciation of your efforts to those more fluent in Spanish than I am but the ability to do it rates right up there with me. I recently spent a few months writing 55 thousand words on something that's been a major influence in my life only to subsequently find a poem that says the same thing in six lines - and says it better.

Motorcycle travel poetry - now there's an untapped market!

Nice poem.

As it happens I too am a donkey, or feel like one half the time when I'm out riding

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That concrete whizzing by five inches below your foot is the real thing...

Backofbeyond, would you like to share with us that "six line poem"?

Thank you, rosa del desierto, would you be so kind to translate, as I'm sure google does it no justice.

and if I might be so bold and you allow me a contribution,

I am also in the jaws of this sierra
Travel with good company
And
May your load be light

Thank you Socks for your poem. The translation of mine goes more or less like this:


The wind growls between your crevasse
and the sun is like fire on my back.

A snort from my left
makes me jump.

What was that?

Camouflaged in among the bushes
a donkey observes me inquisitively.

Two donkeys… three…four… five…
Six…seven…eight… donkeys stare at me
in unison:

— And you? What are you doing here?

I do not answer yet. I stare at them too.

Ears up, eight white noses
await my answer.

Wild donkeys whose shinny backs
know nothing of heavy loads or hard work.
They are eight donkeys trekking
In the Sierra de las Quijadas National Park.

— Well, dear Donkeys
I am also a creature of God.

Know all ye who travel here:

That is a 1968 CD 175 Honda and my Costa Rican novia
In 1968 I rode that bike from San Jose Costa Rica to Los Angeles....
any questions?


Set Your Spirit Free

I am not my thoughts
For my thoughts are caught
In words and memories
That brought me to my knees.

I am not what I do
For that has been caught too
In love and fear and money
Funny.

My life began
With a belief
I am a spirit
Bound to be free.

Einstein was right
Our bondage is tight
It is lies we see
Through our eyes.

The truth is in sight
But the light so bright
I close my eyes
To see you, to see me.

I stopped thinking
And the truth
Set me free.

A spirit set free
I can be me
I can just be
Set your spirit free.

Copyright 1979 "xfiltrate" All rights reserved

An award winning poem
Photo: Puerto Limon, CR by xfiltrate (cerca 1968)

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^^Where can I get some of those boots?

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SOUL VERSES SOLE......Brilliant, Senno

Your "boots" comment is precisely the reason I continue to read and post on the Hubb Pub.

The profundity of your "boots" comment has been realized, fathomed, and appreciated. Thank you so very much for contributing to my faith in humanity.

Perhaps you could contribute a poem?

eat, drink a lot, and be careful

Home, a sense of place
At home on the open road
Anywhere, at home

GS3&TTtwo

Predawn ribbons bind
Virgins misty innocence
This day comes of age

GS3&TTtwo

Great poems.... I feel your poems write more poems....

Idea: I checked the "similar threads" listed beneath
this thread and found no poems..... ????

Therefore, I propose we create a book an e-book or an e-calendar consisting of poetry from the road written by over landers... riding the world on motorcycles or 4X4s...

I invite all to contribute poems to this thread.... rosa del desierto is in communication with many international publishers ... she has offered to do translations English/Spanish and Spanish/English, marketing, sales etc....

Proceeds will be distributed among contributors.

Finance you next RTW with your poetry..... submit it here...

xfiltrate

eat, drink and write poetry... you can do it!

Ideal idea
Let our wheels churn out word pics
Books bind the boundless

GS3&TTtwo

our book, this thread be
a work in progress, you see
odes to type and throttle glee

Xfiltrate, what a great idea!!! Let's do it, and also give a contribution to HU from our proceeds...

Response to Digiamo:

Let our wheels
the poetry spin
the world around.