LIVING LIFE ON A DREAM

Hi, Jenny. This is wonderful;-)

Just a couple of tiny points. In the first stanza, 'Indian' needs a capital letter and so does 'Harley' (also in the second stanza again)
In the fourth stanza, third line, should be 'too young'.

I have never been on the back of a motor-bike, let alone a Harley-Davidson', but I did ride a in side-car once.

Your poem, much enjoyed.

Tina

Thanks Tina,

I'm so grateful that you told me, I shall put it
right.

Thankyou for reading, I used to ride with a gang
of bikers back in my early 20s, went through a
similar situation to the girl in my poem, but
thankfully I came to my senses.

Glad you enjoyed the poem and thankyou so much for
reading.

Jenny.

Captures all the pain and immediacy of first love, nice one.

Hi Jenny, I agree with shoe... captures the ups and downs of young love perfectly. Good rhyming too.

sd

Thanks shoe,

you got it exactly right, that was exactly what I
was trying to convey.

Thankyou for reading and the great comment.

Jenny.

Jenny - Shoe's summed it up perfectly - a very vivid poem, well done!

Hi Jenny
I used to ride a Moto Guzzi- my boyfriend was a hard nut to crack but we took some really long picturesque trips. Was nice to ride out in the open. I was very young and was ,just like you, totally wrapped up in this guy. I had to leave for Denmark at the time and really missed him but it blew over after a while.
I like the way you really set a feeling and the scene in this poem and very cleverly done with the rhyme, that's not easy when you have so much on your mind. Thanks for the atmospheric read.
;)Pia

Hi Insert,

thanks so much for reading, it was very kind of you
to leave such a kind comment.

Thanks again.

Jenny.

Hi Pia,

wow! that's amazing that you actually could ride a
motor bike, afraid I never quite got around to
riding my own bike, but used to love riding on the
back, it's such a buzz going so fast like you said,
'riding out in the open.'

It was kind of you to read and leave such an
interesting comment.

Thanks so much.

Jenny.

Hi sue,

Ah! yes first love, I can still remember this guy
that I was madly in love with when I was about 17,
he had a Harley and to me he was so good looking he
had jet black long hair that used to flow down his
back nearly to his waist, I thought he was the most
good looking guy I had ever seen, I would have gone
to the ends of the world for him, but sadly his
love was not for me, I remember at the time feeling
so broken hearted.

Sorry rambling again, thankyou sue for the kind
comment, it's always appreciated and thanks for
reading.

Jenny.

Hey Jenny - well I've got the leather jacket and the biker boots, but so far no biker boyfriend and no bike ;) Really love this one!

Magic xxx

Hi Jenny :))) Enjoyed reading it, straight forward so easy to cature the meaning. and love harleys use to ride with a friend when i was in my 20's along time ago lol. I could not even ride a push bike now lol.

Glad you came to your senses, it takes us all a while but hopefully we all do see sense young or old lol.

take care

keep smiling :)))

Hi Magic,

so you have a leather jacket and biker boots, well
you're half way there, all you need is a biker guy
and a helmet and you'll be well away.

I'm really glad you liked this poem and thankyou
for reading and letting me know.

Jenny.

Hi there prettyrose,

Isn't it strange the things we used to do when we
were young, like you I can't even ride a push bike
anymore the old bones just wouldn't take it.

I always remember this one guy, he had a Kawasaki
and he used to race, he would think nothing of doing
a tun getting from a to b in 60 seconds, I used to
love it when he took corners because your knees
would nearly end up on the floor, it was pretty
scarey, but gave you such a rush.

I think biking is the closest thing to flying.
Anyway thankyou so much for reading and such a great
comment, you take care.

Jenny.

Another of yours i've enjoyed Jenny - well done. :-)

Thankyou so much for your kind comment fatboy,
I always appreciate you reading my pieces of
work.

Thanks again.

Jenny.

Sad, romantic poem, very evocative of a distant time remembered with bitter-sweet feelings laced with hope of a belated happy ending.

And some of us never learn. I had my heart-broken twice by the same man eight years apart... and I'm well old. As you know I am re-living my biker days in my second childhood so this evoked lots of good feelings for me. If you ever get anywhere near sunny old Barrow-in-Furness, give me a shout and I'll take you for a spin on either Cruella or Ashes ... just for old time's sake, eh? Though a trike is slightly different, but still a rush ... and you don't wear a lid. Nice one Jen, thank you or a sweet read.

Though I hate that she said she'd be his wife after he'd treated her so badly. I hope 'she' is wiser now . ..I'm not.

Hi Carl,

thankyou so much for such a nice comment, teenage
love can be such a confusing thing and I tried to
portray this in the best possible way.

Thanks for reading.

Jenny.

My pleasure, Jenny. Carl.

Hi Sooz006,

Great to speak to you, yes I used to be a biker,
lived with five brothers at one point, we used to
head over to the Forest of Dean in South Wales, we
practically lived there every weekend, we had some
good times.

I would love to have a ride on Cruella or Ashes,
since I've never ridden on a three wheeler. Wasn't
that what poor Ozzy Osbourne came off and did his
neck in?

The bit about her wanting to be his wife, is quite
real for a teenager that's madly in love with a guy,
they cannot see the dangers, just the fact that they
are madly in love.

It was great to have such a nice comment from you,
thanks for stopping by and reading this.

Jenny.

I thought Ozzy came off a quad? We are now a two-trike family and we play trike wars regularly, it's lads against lasses, Dave and Mark (my son) and me and Stacey, his girlfriend, and it's amazing fun. And again, you are more than welcome.

Thanks Sooz006.

Jenny.

Think this poem captured the mood of girl/ boy/ bike very well... girls love bad boys, bad boys love themselves and their bikes!

Hi L G Meadows,

yes you're right girls do seem to love bad boys.
I'm glad that the poem captured this for you.

Thankyou for your great comment, much appreciated.
Oh! and of course for reading.

Jenny.