The ROSE.

Some say love it is a river

that drowns the tender reed

Some say love it is a razor

that leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love it is a hunger

an endless aching need

I say love it is a flower

and you it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking

that never learns to dance

It's the dream afraid of waking

that never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken

who cannot seem to give

and the soul afraid of dying

that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely

and the road has been too long

and you think that love is only

for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter

far beneath the bitter snows

lies the seed that with the sun's love

in the spring becomes THE ROSE.

HEY GUYS HOW WE GONNA GET THRU THIS TUNNEL!!





Before I became a teenager I would go to the local Grand Prix in Bulawayo, Rhodesia.

Three riders were the "Belles of the Ball!"

Jim Redman
Mike Hailwood
Bruce Beale

My heroes

The people I lived for, wishing that one day I would get on that great machine and take the chequered flag.
250cc Redman racing against the BIG 600cc Ducati. He's my HERO


Jim Redman with his 250cc Honda



Biking down the Highway!

125 cc racing at Kyalami. Kids of 9 years and younger.

SPOIL HER

Poems for Making Love to your WOMAN.

Sunrise is the start of a new day,
People rising not knowing what will come their way,
With your Beloved beside you,
There is one thing You can do,
Rise and look your Beloved in the eyes,
With the right words you can mesmerize.

Poems can express the mood you’re in,
Expressing your Love from within,
Every time you get the chance,
Whisper sweet words to enhance,
The Love you feel in your heart,
And have a great day to start.

On words you can play,
A different mood for a different day,
Be it short or be it long,
Or invent a little song,
Are You Happy, sad or blue?
Words could make a Happy You.

If you are both down and sad,
Think of words that make you glad,
Put them to a rhyme or song,
Wave your hands and sing along,
Pretty soon the blues will go,
So you won’t need to feel so low.

Love, reading your poems to her,
Make them give her a stir,
And make her feel like a queen,
To make her preen,
Then you’ll see her glow,
For she is the Love you know.

Here we become exotic,
As the poems get erotic,
Titillate her with a few small curses,
In amongst your Loving verses,
Is She getting perverse,
Work more in with every verse.

Every moment she enjoys,
Speak more and employ the toys,
Poems, poems, poems and words to tease,
Should now be done with ease,
Have You made her eyes shine bright?
With all your words of delight.

Right now you should have got the gist,
Of all the poems you’ve missed,
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