BLUES ON THE ROLL - Where tears and oil run together
This is the place to put poems that relate to bikers getting the blues. "What?...I heard bikers are tough and don't get the blues"...Well, you heard wrong...Loss of a close friend or loved one, family in need, someone suffering illness or worse, those cold Winter days when riding is put on hold, there are many other reasons that someone gets sad. Whether reading them or writing them, best relief for the blues is to share them with others... So...Get down...Let 'em out...You're not alone.
Slight Chance of Darkness
written by Rod Hatter
Jan.22, 2011
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In just 2 days, six inches rain..
The roof...it leaks...
My soul's in pain...
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As I sit here...drying off,
I get depressed...
now I cough...
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I dream of days when I can roll...
for now this weather
takes it's toll...
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The news is on...now here's the weather...
It looks like I
may need a sweater...
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That is good...cause it gets cold...
when skies are clear,
no fuel for mold...
Winter Time Blues
written by Christene Cartwright
Jan. 22-2011
Alone, restless and seeking what?
Alone restless and seeking not …
Preferring to sit and stare into the bowl
That was once filled with ice, lemon ice
That did not satisfy me.
The craving is still there
To get out and ride
Down the highway........(c) CBJ
Wet Ride Home
written by Sunny Hatter
Jan. 22,2011
My husband told me i should write a poem of darkness, storms or being in the wind.
So to keep my husband off my ass, heres a lil spin.
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Swirling from the depths of my soul...Rain making my leathers swell and seams seep water like through a sieve.
My vision is strong for making it home...Where home heats your heart and your cold bones within, relax at the touch of the heat within.
Forty more miles up Hwy 101...the drops get bigger and the sky grows darker threatening your only way home.
Thinkin of that fire in the heart popping and crackin...the fire fairies leap out of the wood to bring you to the heart of the home.
Yet the wind howls around you and the darkness claws your back and makes you think a motel room would be nice
but you drive on because the house has a fire and warm drinks and warm clothes.
The Deluge befalls on that last block...your teeth are chattering as you wipe your wind glasses with a finger.
The dark of the night brings out shapes swirling and leaning on you to go the wrong way
but you know your getting close to what you know is a good thing.
A warm light you see ahead is the light of home and that fire inside you focus on that while you put the kickstand down
and lay on your bike while carressing its chrome. You thank it for staying under your butt and lighting the way to get home that night.
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Now sweet Husband get off my ass and warm me with hugs and cuddles and kiss.
Do You?
written by ChessirecatM
Jna 22,2011
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Do you? Feel the wind?
Whipping at the corners of your eyes.
Tugging at your cheeks, rippling
sheets drying in the sun.
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Do you? Feel the sun?
burning through the fog,
warming the core, rippling
drying sheets in the sun.
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Do you? Feel the heart beat?
Vibrating through your hands?
Pulsating your core, rippling
drying sheets in the sun.
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Do you? Feel the numbing sadness fade?
wind blows, sun warms, vibration loosens-
sadness. Light enters, core warms, rippling
drying sheets in the sun.
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Do you? Feel alive on two wheels?
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Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on -
Freedom's Cost
written by Rod Hatter
May 16, 2012
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Freedom...sometimes took for granite,
gave through sacrifice...
Ain't no place on this here planet...
free of all demise.
Military soldiers, civil servants too...
There are many individuals...
who gave their life for you.
Some have battled to thwart evil,
knockin' at our door...
Others gave for someone's freedom,
on some distant shore.
Some got caught in burning buildings,
saving someone's life.
Many die in daily struggles...
dealing with our strife...
If you ride a motorcycle,
car, truck, train or plane...
There are some who gave for you,
taking 'way your pain.
Many of our Veterans,
they now ride with pride.
Sharing freedom, brotherhood,
void demons locked inside.
Also firemen, police too...
freedom that they feel on two...
So next time you're out...about...
see a vet or folks on duty...
Smile and wave or give a thanks,
for helping keep you free.
Give them honor and respect,
for yeilding hazard's way...
Remember those who died for you...
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Permalink Reply by Gail on -
The gift you have is incredible. Do your poems come to you easily or do you need to "work" at them...?
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Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on
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Thank you for the compliment Gail. As far as if they come easily? Some do and some I'll work on for a few days. If my mind is into thinking of the theme I can usually write my thoughts down, trying to rhyme as i go, than editing it once before it goes out. I do make little errors every now and then...Darn typos anywho...That's what i get for being old and fat fingered... :)
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Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on
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Change
written by Rod Hatter
May 22, 2012
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Change the color.
Change the smell.
Change it all...
It's gone to Hell.
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Change the station.
Change the tape.
Change your outlook.
Change landscape.
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Change a diaper.
Change the bed.
Change a lightbulb.
Change your dreads.
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Change your glasses.
Change your hair.
Change your wardrobe.
Change underwear.
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Change your view.
Change your morals.
Change your culture.
Change the florals.
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Change the format.
Change the text.
Change your habits.
Change your sex.
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Change your smile.
Change expression.
Change your scheme.
Change direction.
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Change your party.
Change opinion.
Change your words.
Change ambitions.
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Change your group.
Change division.
Change your interest.
Change your mission.
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Change the charges.
Change the plea.
Change your attitude.
Change destiny.
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Change the menu.
Change the flavor.
Change your diet.
Change behavior.
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Change your lifestyle.
Change your school.
Change your job.
Change the rules.
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Change a U-joint.
Change a need.
Change the oil.
Change your speed.
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Change your dreams.
Change your vision.
Change your thoughts.
Change decisions.
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Change connections.
Change the bus.
Change is crazy,
for all of us...
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Change is sometimes good...
Change is sometimes bad...
When I think of all these changes...
I may change quite mad...
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Change situations.
Change circumstances.
Change your odds.
Change your chances.
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Change my socks.
Change my shoes.
Change my life.
and fix the blues.
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Change the sparkplugs.
Adjust the chain.
Change to leathers.
Change to sane...
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btw: I'm a little low on fuel. You got any spare change? -
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Permalink Reply by BranDEE on -
I wish I could share this on FB...... Why isnt there a share button....??
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Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on
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BranDee, Feel free to copy and paste it in a blank document if you want to. Thank you for the support. It always puts a smile on my face to know my poetry is enjoyed by others...Hope you also enjoy tonight's Blue Moon...
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Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on
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We just recently lost a fellow rider because someone pulled out of their driveway in front of him,
putting him in the hospital in a coma that he never awoke from. My thoughts and prays to his
loved ones. I too had someone turn left in front of me back in 2001 but was lucky enough to
recover within a few weeks. This poem tells of stuff that really happens in life on the highway.
I sincerely hope it makes us all more aware.Metal Mare's Hard Lesson
written by Rod Hatter
July 25, 2012
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Out this day to find escape...
Chores have got me down.
Get out on my metal mare,
chromed and shiny brown.
Rolling through wild nature,
sights and smells so grand.
Somehow makes me feel like I am...
part of this here land.
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Ride is soothing...filling voids.
Settles me with ease.
Finding peace...finally mellow.
Soul has found release.
Had great day, feeling better...
Time to head on home...
Rolling down this two lane highway,
homeward bound I roam.
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Suddenly there is something...
blocking out my view.
Someone pulling out of driveway...
Does not have a clue.
Cannot stop, don't have time.
Have to lay her down.
Me and my sweet metal mare...
pounded to the ground.
Then the crash...
..................now there's darkness,
and I've lost my senses.
All because some rushing fool
didn't give no glances.
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As I waken...things seem fuzzy...
Somewhat of a blur.
How'd I get here?...Can't remember...
Nothing seems for sure.
All I know for certain,
can't blame metal mare.
Just wrong place, at wrong time...
with no luck to spare.
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Now I speak for all of us...
who now share our roads.
Let's slow down, take it easy...
Lighten up our loads.
One thing there'll be less of...
That is guilt or pain.
Enjoying life just as it's given...
Savoring all our gains.
We may find that life gets better,
...if we take our time.
Real enchanted poetry...
Harmony in rhyme... -
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Permalink Reply by BranDEE on
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Reading this gave me chills... Especially due to my recent close call. Thanks for this Rod! :)
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Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on
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A Nickel's Worth
written by Rod Hatter ©
10-26-12
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Shiny, but worthless...my last nickel.
Really don't know how I got in this pickle?
Was it the taxes... or just life's dues?
Maybe the groceries, or things that I use?
One thing for certain... I ain't gettin' rich,
and it does no good to sit here and bitch.
Guess I'll just get up and go for a ride.
Nature and wonderment right by my side.
Fuel, it will cost me... that darn last nickel.
It'll be worth it... as my soul gets tickled.
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*Note- That's tickled, not pickled.
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