EMOTIONS - Of all the people I know, bikers show their emotions the best

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Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on February 5, 2011 at 11:20pm

SINCERITY
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written by Rod Hatter
April 3rd, 2010
...
It reaches out from deep within,
to grab my heart, so it can win,
a moment caught in simple pleasure,
comes from all it's hidden treasure.
...
It clasps my soul, now so entwined,
so all those worries leave my mind.
Now these moments fill with wonder,
as joy begins, my soul does plunder.
...
There is no time to give to grief.
As demons leave, I feel relief.
These moments are just full of life,
instead of worry, grief or strife.
...
It's on your face for all to see.
It mends my soul then sets it free.
This smile comes and tells no lies.
It comes from deep within your eyes.

 

Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on March 30, 2011 at 6:19am

Chitter, Chatter
written by Rod Hatter
march 28, 2011
...
People chit, people chat...
Talk of who did what?
If talk isn't proven...
really don't mean squat...
...
Now talk's only rumor,
'bout things they don't know.
Yet they chitter, chatter...
and those rumors grow...
...
Flags go up, doors get locked,
people hide in fear...
Those poor souls, rumor's vics,
feel it oh so clear...
...
Now those folks must prove...
things they didn't do.
Pull up stakes, pack their things,
move to somewhere new...
...
Yes, their lives got ruined...
simply by a lie...
Just because someone thought...
then just had to pry.
...
So before you gossip,
remember consequence...
You may, for your rumor...
need your own defense.
...
You may find that kindness
didn't come too late...
When you wait for judgement,
at the pearly gate...
...

Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on April 4, 2011 at 3:12am

Young Despairity
written by Rod Hatter
Mar. 7th, 2011
...
What's that in the alley...
...I see eyes that glare...
In them I see mistrust,
...hopelessness, despair...
As I walk up to them...
...they all try to hide...
But for them it is too late,
...I'm now by their side.
God, they're only children,
...out here in the night.
Where now are the parents?
...Man.!.This is a plight.
I can see that they're cold,
...'cause they're dressed so scant.
As I ask them what they're doing ?
...They all start to rant...
Now I do say "Slow down".
"Why are you all here?"
"Did your parents leave you?"
"Please do not show fear"...
"I wish that I could help you,
...but I need to know?"
"What's your situation,
so I'll know where to go?"
I then learn that they are from,
...jobless families.
They all stick together,
...while their folks beg fees...
Sometimes they bring food,
...for them all to eat.
Sometimes they bring socks,
...just to warm their feet.
Lord, I wish there's something...
That we all could do...
This now hurts me deep inside,
...knowing they're not few...
So I ask you all to...
...Look into your souls...
How can we all help them...
...clothes that have no holes.
Food put in their bellies,
...warmth for them at night.
Jobs for all their families...
so they end this plight...
We must get together...
...Problems we must solve.
If we put the effort out...
This should be resolved.
...
But for now these children
have their hopes disolved...

Permalink Reply by Bill ryan on May 6, 2011 at 3:49pm

These are all very good. Thank for sharing

Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on May 7, 2011 at 3:25pm

In my arms tonight
Posted by Bill ryan on May 7, 2011

The sun was setting and everything was just right,
In my arms she'd be for tonight,
Not just a friend but so much more,
I had been where she's at many times before,
I felt her pain and let her cry,
I held her close trying to understand why,
It wasn't about the intimate times we had spent,
More love and friendship the way it was meant,
Keeping her close til the demons break free,
So she would know she could count on me,
She held me through out the night,
Fell asleep I still held her tight,
No sounds did I try to make,
Her misery I could not awake,
Loving her as if she was mine,
Had to be sure she would be fine,
She called and said she couldn't be alone,
I picked her up after I hung up the phone,
She really had no place to go,
I was her friend she surely did know,
The demons don't have to be bold,
They come into your life and just take hold,
Control you now have not,
That is what the demons have got,
Relax sleep and let your head clear,
Don't worry for you I'll always be there,
Believe it's friendship and not what I can get,
There's a very special place in my heart where you fit,
This is a promise I make to you,
If you ever need a friend you know what to do,
Put some money in the slot and dial the phone,
My voice will tell you your never alone!
Come to me and take a seat,
Love and friendship can never be beat!

An Uncle Charlie Original

Permalink Reply by Bill ryan on May 10, 2011 at 9:13pm

Floating Ashes

I have necklaces hanging all over the place

And pictures so I can still see her face

Plus just one message saved to hear her voice

These are the things I saved by only my choice

I have a pillow where she once laid her head

The spoon I used when she needed to be fed

Many memories of all the games we used to play

Fresh in my mind like it was just yesterday

Spread some of her ashes in a small lagoon

Told her I loved her and I'd see her soon

That is when the picture became some what blurred

The ashes were floating and that's just absurd

As the center turned like a little tidal wave

Then fell out while the rest floated away

These ashes only floated just maybe a foot or two

Sank turning the water a bright shade of blue

I raised my head and looked at the sky above

Thanked God for showing us all of his Love!



An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie

Permalink Reply by Bill ryan on May 13, 2011 at 9:32am

It's Playing Every Place

 

 

 

"Brown eyed girl "seems to be playing every place

Always takes me back to that soft beautiful face

The eyes that simply make your heart melt

A smile that shows just how wonderful she felt

On this woman I'd surely bet

She'd be the best a man could get

Only knowing her from the TV screen

To many that might not mean a thing

Yet she's a guest and friend sitting next to me

In her words there is so much to see

She can be silly or very bright

That depends on how she feels that night

She welcomes many with open arms

No need for her to ever put on the charm

Second nature to her it just seems to be

Her giggles send a smooth easy feeling right through me

And of course let's not forget the bar

Where the goodie box and all of her friends are

I guess what I am trying to say

Is you've made a friend til my very last day

If you ever want to chat or talk for a spell

I am here or you could call me as well

So won't you please smile big tonight

You have friends and everything will be alright!



An Uncle charlie Original







© 2011 unclecharlie

Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on August 25, 2011 at 7:06pm

Brainless Cager
written by Rod Hatter
Aug. 23, 2011
...
Brainless cager...saw you scurry...
Why you rushin'?...What's your hurry?
...
On your cell phone...reading paper...
In my lane...you start to taper.
...
Then you panic...quickly veer.
Near the sidewalk...you then steer...
...
Getting all around you scared...
Forgetting that...these roads are shared.
...
You got lucky...Killed no-one...
Someone's mother, daughter, son...
...
maybe you should...just turn 'round...
drive yourself...homeward bound.
...
Once you're home...hope you find...
something that you left behind...
...
Look real hard now...really strain.
Somewhere...you misplaced your brain.
...
When you find it...screw it in...
Toss your keys...and then begin...
...
Take a taxi...ride a bus...
So much safer...'Tis for us...

 

Permalink Reply by Venus on November 2, 2011 at 4:42am

Every time I come out here I read another poem and its always incredible! :)

Permalink Reply by Winky Brazzil on October 29, 2011 at 11:41am

I can relate to this one ... for sure, been running hard as I can for so long ... it's hard to remember to take a break sometimes. It's funny because when I go out to the shop and work on some steel art project I get dirty and tired but THAT refreshes my soul at the same time ... I think it's because unlike my day job people don't come along and undo my work just as I finish it. It's kind of like your poetry people soak it in and it makes them happy ... and when that happens it makes me happy.

Permalink Reply by Venus on November 2, 2011 at 4:43am

I can relate to people undoing my work...... Very disheartening.

Permalink Reply by Rod Hatter on April 20, 2012 at 6:29am

Measure of Worth
_________________
written by Rod Hatter
April 19, 2012
...
One thing we all share
as we go through life...
Our bodies will die,
no matter the strife...
No difference if rich.
No difference if poor.
You can't take it with you...
That is for sure.
Your measure of worth...
It comes down to this...
As you lived your life...
did you create bliss?
Or did you live greedy,
hording your treasure?
Not taking in...
all of life's pleasure.
Demanding of others...
Hungry for power...
Or did you stop,
to enjoy a flower?
Real legacy is...
what's left behind...
Sharing life's lessons,
for future to find.
Giving through art,
or teaching some class.
Finding solutions...
True visions through glass.
Creating some music...
Filming a show...
or just showing manners,
to all who you know.
Then those who knew you...
remember you well...
Keeping your spirit
alive in their tales...
Each generation,
having strong roots...
Will reach for the Heavens...
While starting new shoots...
...

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