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tracyprier
18th November 2009, 08:01
Hey all
Thought this kind of tied in with our whole theme of "whos next?"
It is a poem written by Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group.
"First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak out for me."
Kennif
18th November 2009, 08:32
Hmmm - reads a bit like my signature!!:eek:
AllanB
18th November 2009, 08:35
Sorry mate I did not read it.
It's a bike site - poems are gay!
:laugh::laugh:
scissorhands
18th November 2009, 11:55
Sorry mate I did not read it.
It's a bike site - poems are gay!
:laugh::laugh:
Sonny Bargar would take offense.
'In the breeze is where its at, and no chick, can beat that'
My Harley to the End
You wont ask me for much
just a little of my time
To fix your aching joints
And fill your tanks with wine
To polish those rough edges
Keeping them looking new
Tighten up your spokes
maybe a new paint job too.
Replace all your plugs,
Wire all your circuits
Bring out those fantastic colors
Painted without smudges
Take off those old rusty nuts
Shine up all those screws and such.
Replace your worn down tires
Works out to be quite a few hours
Of mental meditation
Decisions, contemplations
And some aggravations.
But all in all, I love you so
You take me places people don’t go.
You spend your time just hanging out
Waiting to take me all about
I could not ask for a better friend,
Me and my Harley to the end.
Kimberley A. Manning
By name
What I am is nothing more
Than what you see on the floor.
I’m not a man, I’m not a mutt,
I’m just the bitch you call slut.
You like to ride me hard at night,
That’s when the moon looks just right.
Say: “Have a seat and open wide.”
These are the words you say with pride.
I know the rules, I know the words.
But “NO” is something I’ve never heard.I know I’m here to keep him sane,
That’s why he calls me bitch by name
Kimberly A. Manning
Naki Rat
18th November 2009, 14:21
I tinkered with it a bit here (http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/showthread.php?p=1129473276#post1129473276)
AllanB
18th November 2009, 14:40
Sonny Bargar would take offense.
'In the breeze is where its at, and no chick, can beat that'
See I only read that part of your post as I presumed it was a quote from a naked gay man. <_< :bleh: :devil2::shake:
EgliHonda
18th November 2009, 14:46
How about?
Vintage bikes are cool it’s true
Shame Harley makes them like that new
Technology is not a factor
On my 1930’s tractor
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