BIKER LIFE ROLLING IN RYTHME - Tales of who we are...
Bikers live colorful lifes, and quite often there's a tale to be told from that. Intrique, mystery, fellowship, adventure, reaction, interaction...alone or as a group, many things happen while on the road that make us who we are. Hope these poems grab you and take you to our world...Enjoy!
BIKER'S TORCH
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written by Rod Hatter
Oct. 22, 2009
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Swap meet here, trade-off there,
in the old days, we did share.
Scrounging through a box or two,
We found parts, yeah, quite a few.
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Keep them running was our goal,
these things just don't run on coal.
Sometimes had to scrape off mold,
man...these parts are getting old.
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It was in us, to build bikes,
some were choppers, some were trikes.
As we built them, you could see,
special details to a tee.
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While out looking, found new friends.
many of them on the mends.
We shared laughs, we shared beers,
we gacked knuckles, we shed tears.
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In our hearts we felt the pride,
knowing that we built our rides.
Yes, we loved to see them smiles,
when those bikes would roll for miles.
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Don't give up, now, pass it on,
teach our youngens, carry on,
Brotherhood is not forgotten,
be kind, share, now don't be rotten...
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You may find, you passed along,
more than just some friendly song.
These you mentor, by your porch,
may keep lit, the Biker's Torch.
I AM WHAT I AM....
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written by Rod Hatter
July 3rd, 2010
I'm a toothless old snag,
with fuzz on my face.
My belly is round,
I move a slow pace.
My levis are worn.
My arms show some ink.
I still like my beer,
and yeah, my farts stink.
I listen to music,
to keep me on track.
I spend time with family,
when I have slack.
I love my old lady,
she's been a good wife.
She rides right beside me,
as we go through life.
I also have close friends,
who I know do care.
I am really grateful,
for times that we share.
I wake in the a.m.,
but sometimes too late.
It ain't that I partied,
or stayed up too late.
It must be from workin',
but this I must gruel,
cause my bike has needs,
like parts, oil and fuel.
I do have some manners,
kindness and hope.
I quit wasting my life,
on pipe dreams and dope.
I know now there's karma,
we all pay the toll,
for all of our actions,
and through our lifes goals.
I make no excuses.
I really don't care,
what you think about me,
by judging my hair.
I am what I am,
and I have no ados.
I am what I am,
so you be you, too...
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Permalink Reply by Christene Cartwright on -
Really great Rod...I will get back here in a day or so ... been busy in the office writing non-biker prose for a deadline.
Just finished my second Gothic poem called "Lord Lytton's Daughter" 8 verses of 6 line stanzas with rhyming pentameter of A,B,C,A,D,A,E,A ...with a touch of english venacular: a story of a much loved aristocratic daughter betrothed to an unseen penniless groom in Australia, who died before they are married and with just a touch of ghostly intrigue via aboriginal lore and of course the Bunyip.........could be included in my Australian Antholgy, who knows
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RUMORS
written by Rod Hatter
10/4/09
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Now and then, I hear a rumor
that most bikers have no humor,
but before you hold that thought
and get your buns tied in a knot,
remember noise that shook the rafters
coming from some bikers laughters.
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Bikers rumored to be thugs.
Tattoos, beards, all deserve shrugs.
This is what some people think,
these rumors run us to the brink.
Kindness, manners, all good stuff,
most bikers really aren't that rough.
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Rumor has it bikers won't,
shed a tear, cause cry they don't.
Now I can all but count the years,
that I've seen bikers shedding tears.
A loved one lost, or friend who died.
A child in need, for this they cried.
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I heard a rumor that's not just,
that most bikers, you can't trust,
but it is those who spread this rumor,
I see now, as our life's tumor.
My biker friends I trust the most.
They give honor without boast.
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So next time you meet a biker,
don't let these rumors be the striker.
before you know them, please don't judge.
Don't let life's stories hold a grudge.
You may just find you've found a friend,
who'll stand by you until the end. -
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Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on
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Poem sent from Lunar
Feb 25, 2011
THIS BITCH CAN RIDE
Queen of the hop, belle of the ball, all the above or none at all. She'll fringe your leather, chap your hide. But make no mistake, the bitch can ride.
Tequila's her poison, no salt, no lime, while others pass out, she's reachin' her prime. Her badge of honor, her source of pride, when brothers admit, the bitch can ride.
She has her daddy's wanderin' way, has her momma's soul, but when she's backed against the wall, the girl can rock n roll. And if she takes you for your word, then finds out that you lied, Best you stay off of the road, you know the bitch can ride.
Likes to wear her leather tight, as if it had been sprayed. Ain't no use in judging 'cause her dues have long been paid. Rightous is the lady, who will never be denied. Pound for pound, toe to toe, it's known the bitch can ride.
Those who try to 'make a move' find themselves frustrated. She quickly makes it known to 'those,' I'm unaffiliated. Leaves 'em all with egos, that want to run and hide. Man or scoot, heels or boots, damn...the bitch can ride.
She has her daddy's wanderin' way, has her momma's soul, but when she's backed against the wall, the girl can rock n roll. And if she takes you for your word, then finds out that you lied. Best you stay off the road, you know the bitch can ride.
"If you can read this", is whats said, on the backs of many bros. Always seems to draw a laugh, because she damn well knows. Ever willing to shed some light, she'll pull up right along side.
To one and all, I don't fall, 'cause THIS BITCH CAN RIDE!!
Larry "The Ironhorse Writer (that is what I was told as to who wrote it!!) -
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Stormin' Thunder
written by Rod Hatter
Feb 28, 2011
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The rain is sideways, wind's a blowin'...
There ain't no place that I am goin'...
Sittin' here, I sadly gaze,
out into the violent haze...
I dream of days that let me ride,
to fill this need I have inside...
I vision days when skies are clear,
days when thunder's what I hear.
Not the thunder from the clouds...
Thunder from my pipes, so loud...
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Freedom Rhymes
written by Rod Hatter
March 4, 2011
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Is there a chance I'll find Heaven...
off the beaten path,
someday when I'm not looking,
and anger has no wrath?
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Is there someway I let go,
relax and enjoy life?
Never have troubles or worry,
in my daily strife...
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Maybe I'll just write my poetry,
for all the world to read.
Pass on my hopes and ambitions,
try to plant some seeds.
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Who knows where it will lead me,
while I'm on this ride?
If nothing else it gives freedom,
life's not locked inside...
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Sharing my thoughts and feelings,
makes me feel within,
that I am somehow part of all...and that is not a sin.
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Old School Freedoms Lost
written by Rod Hatter - aka: Panhead Rod - Poet
June 8th, 2012
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In the old days
I did ride...
any bike I chose.
Bagger, bobber, cruiser, chopper...
Anything that goes...
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Helmet,
I would leave at home,
'less I chose to wear...
Rather have the sun and wind...
running through my hair...
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Had no bees...
stinging me...
underneath my lid...
Causing me to pull off road,
'fore it made me skid...
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Insurance...
then not mandatory...
and I could afford...
Legislators, not their puppets...
being yanked by chords...
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So much freedom...
took for granite...
as I rode so free...
How'd we let it get so bad?
people, can't you see?
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Now they talk...
'bout our paint jobs...
Colors that we wear...
When they gonna start to tell us...
"Better cut your hair".
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What is next?
Will they tell us...
How our butts must fit...
or an airbag, or some beacon...
Makes me want to spit (hey, gotta use my manners...LOL)
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Constitution...
we're so proud of...
Now it's gone to hell...
Franklin rolling in his grave...
Jefferson as well...
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Government...
not the answer...
just more politics...
Laws they pass...then spend more money...
While nothing is fixed...
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Guess I'll ride on...
Look ahead...
Does no good to bitch...
But now with this off my shoulders...
my butt's feeling rich...
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Ride on...never look back...
Keep an eye on those who make them laws...
and VOTE...Then you too will have a right to bitch... -
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Weekend Miles
written by Rod Hatter
July 25, 2012
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I may be a weekend warrior.
That much might be true.
Butt, I've riden lots more miles...
than do most of you.
Have to work...earn some bread,
just to have a life.
Also to buy fuel and oil
for both me and wife.
Just last weekend we did ride...
nearly half a thou....
Rode to central part of state,
so charity could endow.
Had a blast, got to party.
Fellow friends who ride.
Even got to do a bike game.
Smiles we can't hide.
Event wild, had great bands,
vendors, and great food.
Real great riders, all well mannered,
for causes oh so good.
Put on by real special folks,
raising funds to give.
Caring for community,
and low income kids.
Now it's Monday, back to work.
Get back in the grind.
So when weekend comes,
pleasures I can find.
Yes, I am a weekend warrior.
We number quite a few,
and we spend our weekends off.
Doing what we do.
Riding, partying, laughing, sharing.
How it's meant to be.
Living life and being free...
Thank God for liberty... -
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Permalink Reply by CaseeAnn on -
Wow..... The gift poets, like you, have is incredible. :) :) Thanks for sharing this with the club.
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Gray Beard Mellow
written by Rod Hatter
Nov. 8, 2012
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Been there, done that...Seen it all.
Many crazies I recall.
Some were funny, some just sad.
Then there's those that drove me mad!
Learned it does no good to rage.
Knowledge gained while I did age.
These days, just a quiet fellow.
Riding happy, gray beard mellow...
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Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on
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Sometimes my subject matter just comes to me, but most of the time there was something that triggered or inspired the subject. I was a little upset at something going on in my world and remembered how I used to let those things get to me more than i do now when i wrote Gray beard Mellow... A ride can bring pleasant surroundings and mellow me out quickly.
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