Ride's Sounds of Christmas

Ride's Sounds of Christmas
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written by Rod Hatter ©
Oct. 14, 2012
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Remembering the Christmas...
my first bike was gifted,
and the rides I took on it,
as my spirits lifted.
Apes and a banana seat,
in the spokes a card,
flapping out good vibrations...
as I peddled hard.
...
Later as a teen,
Christmas time was near.
Something was out in the alley.
Thunder did I hear.
Ran and saw some bikers...
carrying wrapped toys.
Found out they were giving them
to needy girls and boys.
...
Wasn't long after that...
Had to build my ride.
Knew that life would be much better,
as I rode my glide.
Then my wife gave me a gift,
wishing me real well.
On my pegs she did hang,
my guardian angel bell.
...
Christmas time again...
These days, I too ride...
Love to be a part of toy runs.
Smiles just can't hide.
When those gifts are given,
Christmas sounds you'll hear.
One's that really share the season,
as the children cheer.
...
I know Christmas spirits,
they ride right along...
Encouraging us to do our best...
Charity is strong.
As I ride in this parade,
toys and gifts appear,
down below my guardian bell...
It's ringing very clear.
...

Metal Mare's Hard Lesson

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
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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.
...
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.
...
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.
...
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.
...
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...

Weekend Miles

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...

Word's Might

Word's Might

written by Rod Hatter
March 9, 2012
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A poet's words...Might and power,
given like some bundled flowers.
Sharing vision...Painting dreams,
from their hearts, or so it seems.
Sometimes those words give release...
letting out our demon's beasts...
Some imagine wonder's places.
Some put smiles upon our faces...: )
Words can help to mend our ails,
yield support when all else fails...
When life's stuff... has got you down,
words may help remove that frown.
Verses full of positive,
give us strength and cause to live.
Never question why they're strong...
Words wrote down, in lines so long...

Old School Freedoms Lost

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...
...
Helmet,
I would leave at home,
'less I chose to wear...
Rather have the sun and wind...
running through my hair...
...
Had no bees...
stinging me...
underneath my lid...
Causing me to pull off road,
'fore it made me skid...
...
Insurance...
then not mandatory...
and I could afford...
Legislators, not their puppets...
being yanked by chords...
...
So much freedom...
took for granite...
as I rode so free...
How'd we let it get so bad?
people, can't you see?
...
Now they talk...
'bout our paint jobs...
Colors that we wear...
When they gonna start to tell us...
"Better cut your hair".
...
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)
...
Constitution...
we're so proud of...
Now it's gone to hell...
Franklin rolling in his grave...
Jefferson as well...
...
Government...
not the answer...
just more politics...
Laws they pass...then spend more money...
While nothing is fixed...
...
Guess I'll ride on...
Look ahead...
Does no good to bitch...
But now with this off my shoulders...
my butt's feeling rich...
...
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...

Change

Change
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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.
...
Change the station.
Change the tape.
Change your outlook.
Change landscape.
...
Change a diaper.
Change the bed.
Change a lightbulb.
Change your dreads.
...
Change your glasses.
Change your hair.
Change your wardrobe.
Change underwear.
...
Change your view.
Change your morals.
Change your culture.
Change the florals.
...
Change the format.
Change the text.
Change your habits.
Change your sex.
...
Change your smile.
Change expression.
Change your scheme.
Change direction.
...
Change your party.
Change opinion.
Change your words.
Change ambitions.
...
Change your group.
Change division.
Change your interest.
Change your mission.
...
Change the charges.
Change the plea.
Change your attitude.
Change destiny.
...
Change the menu.
Change the flavor.
Change your diet.
Change behavior.
...
Change your lifestyle.
Change your school.
Change your job.
Change the rules.
...
Change a U-joint.
Change a need.
Change the oil.
Change your speed.
...
Change your dreams.
Change your vision.
Change your thoughts.
Change decisions.
...
Change connections.
Change the bus.
Change is crazy,
for all of us...
...
Change is sometimes good...
Change is sometimes bad...
When I think of all these changes...
I may change quite mad...
...
Change situations.
Change circumstances.
Change your odds.
Change your chances.
...
Change my socks.
Change my shoes.
Change my life.
and fix the blues.
...
Change the sparkplugs.
Adjust the chain.
Change to leathers.
Change to sane...
...
btw: I'm a little low on fuel. You got any spare change?

Freedom's Cost

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...
on this Memorial Day...

Mothers are Special

Mothers are Special

written by Rod Hatter
May 13, 2012
Mother's Day...
...
Mothers are special...They share their love.
Some in their passing...become angels above.
While they are with us, nourishment's gave,
even when slapping you...saying "Behave"...
Teaching you manners, giving their all...
taking you shopping down at the mall.
Giving you guidance, sharing respect...
Really great Mothers...never neglect.
When you are clumsy...they mop up spills...
When you are hurt...they try to heal...
When you are down...they give you hope...
When life's a struggle, they help you cope.
They fight through life, same as us all...
Yet they still smile, and help when you fall.
....
My Mother has passed, I still feel her love...
I know that she's up there...Grace from above.
Keeping me straight, Helping me live...
Positive energy that she did give...
...
Thank you Mom,
With love, your Son...

Rally's Vendors

Rally's Vendors

written by Rod Hatter
May 9, 2012
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Runs and rallies 'cross the land...
Vendors tending to their stands.
Many wishing they could ride,
instead of selling goods with pride.
Still they know that riding costs...
Without bread...their rides get tossed.
Those vendors...they just knuckle down,
selling stuff from town to town...
Knowing that there'll come a time...
when their scooter's bell can chime.
Selling wares to weary souls...
Saving bucks so bikes can roll...
Planning which runs they may miss...
Just for time to ride with bliss...
So next time you're at events...
bring some cash and get it spent.
Thank them for the stuff they do...
Foods, bike gear, and clothes for you.
Maybe ask them what they ride?
So that they can brag with pride...
If your broke...at least share smiles :)
A smile's support goes many miles...
If nothing else, just cut them slack.
Maybe next year they'll be back...
or you may see them again...
With their faces in the wind...

Insanity of the Night

Well, I thought I'd step out of my usual poetry mode, and throw a little craziness at you all...I did get laid off and not sure for how long, but I am the kinda nut that has to smile anywho...Hope you enjoy this...

btw...Not to worry, they told me once they get the materials I'll be back to work...

 Insanity of the Night

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written by Rod Hatter

May 2, 2012

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As I pulled into my driveway I thought...What a crazy world we live in. How did it ever get this way? Where in the Hell did common sense go? To start with... the day got off to an awful beginning. Ran out of coffee, out of money, Utility shut off notice in the mail, and then I found out I'm laid off from work. ARR! It's enough to make a man go insane, but as always I said "Screw it"...and decided to go out for a ride. The farther away from town I got, the slower things seemed to be, and as I took in all of the great things the ride offered, I started to relax and settle down. Okay, time for reality… Remember I said I was broke? As the gas turned to fumes, I knew I could only go so far, so I found I had to turn around and head back to the funny farm. Besides, it was getting dark anyway. As I rode into town passing underneath the city street lights, the shadows seemed to be playing gophers. As each shadow emerged ever so slightly  in front of me, it was quickly diminished by the next light. It's as though they popped their head out only to be knocked back into the hole...Then I saw my reflection in the store front windows. The glimmering city lights dancing off the chrome on my bike made a surrealistic image. It made me think of the movie "Ghost Rider". Funny how the eyes can play tricks on the mind...There were some flashing red and blue lights alternating ahead, as a lost soul weaved and wobbled while trying to walk a straight line. The police officer standing nearby was shaking his head while reaching for his handcuffs. Looked like somebody's gotten a night's stay at the city's finest jail... As I passed our local high society concert hall, the end of a upscale music concert was ending. The crowd was leaving in their suits and gowns, with a few of them seeming to look down their noses at me as I rode by. I was too consumed in the memories of a great Led Zeppelin and Jethro Tull concert I went to back in "69" to let any attitude get to me. I still do remember both bands getting together for the last session and jamming together like they were at a party. Bands don't seem to do those kinda things anymore...Well, to get back to the ride...On one of the street corners a group of ladies of the night smiled and waved as I went by, then on the very next corner was a seemingly crazy individual yelling "Jesus saves" while waving some collection jar in hopes for a buck... Suddenly, some jerk starts to pull away from the curb in a hurry not very far in front of me. I instantly got into action, grabbing the clutch, while yanking the throttle, making my bike bellow a roar that let the jerk know I was in the lane. Not only did that stop him, it also set off a couple of car alarms that were set just a little too sensitively. I couldn't help but notice he was still in the same spot when I looked back in my mirror a ways ahead of where it happened... It was getting late, and as I passed by my favorite biker bar, I noticed they had a slow night with only a few customers. I did see that Rip must've done it again, as one of his brothers and the barmaid were pushing his bike into the bar for the night.  Maybe someday Rip will figure out he doesn't have to live up to his namesake...Off in the distance I hear a siren, and as it got closer I wondered if I was gonna get pulled over? Had me setting off those car alarms caused someone to call in a noise complaint? It was getting louder, and as it was coming around the bend just behind me, I pulled over. Nah, it was just an ambulance rushing somebody to the hospital. I pulled back out and started down the road home, when just a half mile further down the road I do have a cop get on my tail and start running my plates. Not much to worry about there, since I am insured, and try to stay out of trouble. At the very next traffic signal some idiot talking on his cell phone runs a red light right in front of us both, and there went some more of those flashing red and blue lights. I pull over so he can do the chase, and actually hoped he catches that fool…Then finally getting home, I tucked the bike away and headed inside...Now, thinking back on the nights events, I guess it was just another day of our crazy world's insanity...Awe, not to worry...Tomorrow's another day...Thank you Lord for giving me a moment of escape...

P.S....Anyway you could magically make some coffee arrive by the morning?

Nature's Spoof

Nature's Spoof

written by Rod Hatter
Dec. 2, 2010

The rain is pounding on the roof,
reminding me of Nature's spoof.
Dreaming now of days that dry,
while the dampness makes me cry.
Knowing that there are good reasons,
why our world rolls 'round in seasons.
Without rain there'd be no green,
no great forests, so serene.
Without rain there'd be no fish,
or wells, where we could cast a wish.
Without rain there'd be no lakes,
or no oceans... for Heaven sakes.
Without rain, I couldn't shower,
so all are blessed by Nature's power.
Then comes Spring, with worldly wonder...
All our minds begin to plunder...
Thoughts of days when skies are clear.
Days spent outside, Drinking beer.
Days we ride, days we party.
Sunshine makes us all feel hearty.
But for now I'll have to listen,
to the splash, who's shadows glisten,
reflecting back the reasons why...
the rain is falling from the sky.

Life Shared Poetically

 I call myself a traditional biker poet because there is more to my poetry than just riding. I sometimes feel things in life that I sense must be shared with everyone, and since I have ink in my blood I write these things down too...Hope you enjoy this one...

Life Shared Poetically

written by Rod Hatter
April 21, 2012
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I just read a poem...
that got to my heart.
The writer had borrowed...
my emotion's parts.
...
I read my own fate...
I felt resolution...
This poem made me think...
about life's solutions...
...
I now realize...
my life's just a dream...
Through this writer's eyes...
stuff's not so extreme.
...
The poem gave me hope...
It restored my faith...
Now feel I can cope...
and find better ways...
...
So, I thank you, Poet,
the pain that you share...
To all who do know it...
Your writing shows care...
...
Feel free to share thoughts...
more times, and again...
The demons your words fought...
May God bless your pen...
...
I hope that my writing,
and telling you this,
will show my ambition...
to share in this bliss...
...
Will give you direction...
to keep the ink flowing...
writing down thoughts,
as through life we're going...
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Shedding some light...
to help show the way,
that each of us make it...
through our darkest days...
...
Knowing that somewhere...
those troubles will fade...
That positive energy's
path is now laid...

Measure of Worth

Measure of Worth

written by Rod Hatter
April 19, 2012
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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...
...

Dead End Road

Dead End Road
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written by Rod Hatter
April 11, 2012
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Dead end road...Dead end road...
A place that leaves friends with a heavy load.
Dead end road...Dead end road...
You better turn around before your life explodes...
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If you're into drugs and on rides you fly...
someday coming soon you will surely die...
Try to find a way to say goodbye...
to the dope and then just pass it by.
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Dead end road...Dead end road...
A place that leaves friends with a heavy load.
Dead end road...Dead end road...
You better turn around before your life explodes...
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When you're riding to and from the drink...
Better use your brains now and start to think...
Alcohol puts you on the very brink...
of lying in the ground in a cold deep stink.
...
Dead end road...Dead end road...
A place that leaves friends with a heavy load.
Dead end road...Dead end road...
You better turn around before your life explodes...
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Tires going bald and the brakes need fixed
A damn good way to find disaster's mix...
Have your body ended in the sticks...
Ain't no fun for EMTs who now must pick.
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Dead end road...Dead end road...
A place that leaves friends with a heavy load.
Dead end road...Dead end road...
You better turn around before your life explodes...
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If you always hammer with the throttle full...
that's a quick way you can end your soul...
May never get to your trips final goal...
Just end up way down deep inside a hole...
...
Dead end road...Dead end road...
A place that leaves friends with a heavy load.
Dead end road...Dead end road...
You better turn around before your life explodes...

Cap'n Biker

Cap'n Biker  
written by Rod Hatter
Mar.30, 2012
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While steering the helm in a gaze...
a shout from the crow's nest ..."Avast".
The pirates glare up in a craze...
Their sails have lost wind in the mast...
...
They drift ashore helpless like kittens...
...The ship with it's crew now afloat...
Their booty now nar of a pittance...
an' hope aloft...not on the boat...
...
"ARR! Where be me scoot?"...
The Cap'n yells out to his crew...
"A last...We ain't pilferred no loot...
So I've better thangs to do..."
...
"I'll sit me bum down in the saddle,
an' ponder 'bout where to go next?
The rest of yous might need to paddle...
'less ye be swabbin' these decks..."
...
"So listen up...all of ye scallywags...
Pray that I find us some bounty...
'Cause if I can't track down some snags...
I'll keep ridin' to the next county..."
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"Your Cap'n may just commit mutiny,
'cause me be might tired of the life...
A landlubber I might just now be,
an' ride off an' fetch me a wife..."
...
"Then all of yous pilgrims can squabble...
'bout who'll be takin' me place...
While yous drink yer rum an' wobble,
an' carry on such a disgrace..."
...
"I'll miss me maiden...The Oceans...
But I won't miss any of yous...
This ridin' has given me notions...
So I'll hit the roads for a cruise..."
...
"By Golly...Me can't forget Parrot...
She has been a mighty fine bird.
She likes eatin' nuttin' but carrots,
while repeatin' all you's spoken words..."
...
"I'll let her perch onto me handles...
Her beak up aloft in the wind...
As we both wear smiles...Flyin' fer miles...
Knowing that both of us sinned..."
...

Biker Scribes

Biker Scribes   
written by Rod Hatter
March 26, 2012
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Real bikers ride highway lines...
Roads that they have travelled...
Some are good at telling tales...
Make your mind unravel...
Many like to buy bikes new...
Wheels that they depend on...
There are some who build their own...
Their pride goes beyond...
Then there's those who now can't ride,
Sometimes life is cruel...
May be age, may be injured...
Yet they're still old school...
As all roll...minds aware...
taking in adventures...
Memories and lessons learned...
Many of them share...
The ones who write are Biker Scribes.
Their lines run forever...
Writing 'bout their ride's events...
Poetry that's clever...
When your down, 'cause of stuff...
Missing out on life...
Check them out...read their words...
May just help through strife...

Bikers Come In Many Flavors

Bikers Come In Many Flavors 
written by Rod Hatter
March 18, 2012
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Some are sinners...few are saints...
Some are artists who love paints. (my wife)
Then there's those who work with metals.
Also florists arranging petals...
As you hear some strum their strings...
Music that has heartfelt rings...
Some lay tattoos on your skin...
Others race...trying to win.
Some build customs...Oh so sweet...
Some just dance you off your feet.
Some are lawyers, some are docs...
Others, workers on the clock...
Some wear smiles...some do frown...
Can't let those ones get you down. :)
Bikers come in many flavors...
Most share spirits...roads to savor...
Some take short hops every week,
even though their bones now creak...
Others...distance rides so far,
most won't drive them in their car.
Then we have The Road Scribe Poets (tm)...
Writing life's tales as they go it...
Laying down their awesome lines...
Biker's history etched so fine.

Savored History

Savored History
written by Rod Hatter
Feb. 29, 2012
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Flatheads, Knuckles, Pans or Shovels...
Great machines...not for novels.
Real Iron rides from the U.S.A.,
consuming passions...everyday.
Some leak oil...some have rust...
Still, they run...through winds we lust...
Some are choppers...some are stock.
When together...quite the flock.
They hold memories...They have class.
Look real hard...as next ones pass.
Many start by kicking over,
yet to us, they're still called "Lover".
They are ours...They make us proud,
of our rides...that are so loud.
Some with noise...some in style...
Most are riden...many miles...
We share knowledge...how to fix.
Many of us know some tricks.
Parts...we never throw away...
Save them for a rainy day...
This is why they're still around...
Savored history...Roads they pound.
When a friend is down and out...
All kick in as partners stout.
Share a brew, share some joy...
Just like kids who love their toys.
Fellowship, and honor's pride...
We are thankful...They still ride.

NOTE* Riden is spelled right...
It became ridden sometime after 1959,
but I went to the old school...

ANTICIPATION

ANTICIPATION
written by Rod Hatter
10/28/09
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Anxiety...
Winter is upon us,
tuck the Pan away,
maybe we will have sunshine,
sometime before May.
...
Precipitation...
That is all you get,
most every winter day.
It used to never bother me,
when our skies were grey.
...
Aging condition...
stiffness and aches.
This applies to both of us.
The Pan and I are both not young,
but live on...yes, we must.
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Exoneration...
leaves are turning green.
Sun is out, and flowers bloom,
things are stirring, and a movin'
you know it was never doom.
...
Exhileration...
Check out the Pan's tires.
Kick her over once again.
Take her down and fill the tank,
and take her for a spin.
...
Anticipation...
Get up off my ass.
Life is now so grand,
and bitching life is in the past.
so quit yer whinin'...Man!

The "Old Boys"

The "Old Boys"
written by Rod Hatter
started May 21, 2006
finished Dec. 26, 2011
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In my job I work with metal
In my job I work with wood.
In my job I work with concrete or fabric,
and I work whenever I should.
...
I am a hard working craftsman,
don't work in haste... or for greed.
An honest days wage, for the day's work...
That's all that I feel I need.
...
I learned my trade from "The Old Boys".
They taught me how to use tools.
They showed me how to pay attention,
and taught me not to act the fool.
...
"The Old Boys"...they were real craftsman,
and what they did...was done with pride.
Those were the days when quality mattered.
They never let errors slide.
...
Nowadays things seem different...
Nothing seems to function or last.
It's all about the almighty dollar,
We've forgotten lessons of past.
...
We buy stuff that's made...across seven seas
....way off in some foreign lands.
Or made by machines...computers or robots...
and not by someone's hands...
...
So don't forget "The Old Boys"
who cared about making things work.
When your new fangled thing has given up,
and you want to go quite beserk.
...
If we could just get together...
and get back to making goods...
Made in the U.S. by "The Old Boys"...
performing...as those things should.
...
Then we could all make a living,
...Working with quality...
satisfaction in just knowing,
things are as they should be...
...
Not wasting our resources,
that Nature does provide...
but making stuff...that truely lasts...
filling us all with pride.
...

Scribbling Day

Scribbling Day
written by Rod Hatter
Feb. 10, 2012
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Start to scribble...then a scroll~
Dotted lines...Curves that roll~
Thoughts came to me...while on ride...
Now those thoughts...my mind can't hide.
So I guess I'll jot them down...
Ponder on 'em...wayward bound...
...
Wonder why the bugs are missin',
while the breeze...my face is kissin'?
Day is warm...so yes...they're out.
Some are little...Some have clout...
As I'm cruisin'...they swing by...
Have not caught one... as I fly.
...
Been out riding...all day long...
Well? I think...Is something wrong?
Haven't seen a fool all day...
Other drivers yield my way.
Not one talking on their phone...
Felt no threats of broken bone...
...
Gently speeding...not too fast...
Ooops...That was a cop I passed.
He just waves to slow me down...
No lights flash...No sirens sound.
As I pass he gives a smile :)
Karma held for many miles...
...
Wow, this ride has been the best...
Nothing put me through a test...
Nature's grand, and weather nice...
As I soaked up highway's spice...
Life is good, and fate was kind...
Making thoughts roll through my mind.
...
So my pen it starts to scribble...
'bout this day I could not quibble,
was a great day...for a ride...
Left me feeling warm inside.
*Note- To carry thoughts this day...
Letting their light... guide my way...
...

Ride's Feast

Ride's Feast
written by Rod Hatter
Jan. 4th, 2012
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Simple pleasures I enjoy...keep my soul well fed.
Sights and sounds...tastes and flavors...filling up my head.
Joys I find...while going through...all my daily tasks.
Sip them...tasting those escapes...like they're from a flask.
They remind me...more to life...than just paying bills.
Give me fuel...and direction...reinforcing will.
So when chaos gets to me...Hunger's at my side...
I can dine on better things...go out for a ride.
Consume the wonders of the road...Nature's scenes and more...
Holding onto energy...as the belly roars...
Crank the heat up...wheels now spin...dreams become so crisp,
while the wind tries cooling down...with it's gentle wisps...
As the lanes beneath me heat...from the bike's great force...
Let them simmer...stretch it out____like the best main course.
Nature's put much on the plate...mountains, streams and desert...
Appetite is feeling nourished...ingredients well measured.
Now I'm stuffed...satisfied...savored this ride's stew...
Guess it's time to head on home...pop open a brew...
grab a seat...close my eyes...take a break and rest...
Ponder on what should get done?
Worries off my chest...

Mind's Ship

Mind's Ship
written by Rod Hatter
Dec. 28, 2011
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Imagination is a need...that my soul does yearn...
Dreams and wishes...Prayers and hope...
.........................................Memories that churn...
In my mind's a quiet place...Wonderment's alive...
Seeking out some new salvation...
..........................Desires that I thrive...
Longing for a simple life...
............................Enjoying Splendor's space.
Wishing for enough to share...with the Human race...
No time kept...Day or night...No one has a clock...
There would be no need for logic...
................Mind's ship's not at dock...
Sailing off to distant shores...new discoveries...
Enjoying pleasures so surreal...
.....................feeling joy and peace...
Brightness...Colors...nothing gray...
............Light's arrays now glow...
over gardens of my thoughts...
......................shines a true rainbow...
Animated senses.....performing their illusions...
......Aromas...Visions...and emotions,
having no conclusions...
Conjuring a festive feast...
...........Taking all this in...
Cloudy days...but mind is clear,
..........so as I dream............I win !
...

Dreams Ride

Dream's Ride
written by Rod Hatter
Aug. 5th, 2011
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My dreams fly faster...
...than my soul can travel.
My hope holds on...
...trying not to unravel...
This crazy puzzle...
...we call life,
that puts us all through...
...daily strife.
My mind...
...it must stay motivated.
Simply not just captivated...
by this zoo...
that we created.
Convenience...
now so over-rated.
...
Escape...
...a thing I yearn to have.
A pleasant freedom...
...soothes like suave.
To roll with nature...
...by my side...
Gives me joy...
...I just can't hide.
So I'll head out...
to garage...
grab my bike...
give tank massage...
Turn the key...
and kick her over...
bringing life...
into my lover...
...
We'll head out...
not knowing where...
have no schedule...
nor do we care...
With faces out...
...into the wind,
It's feeling like...
we might have sinned...
But life...
...it will get over it...
for now...
this ride's...
...the perfect fit.

Biker's Torch

Biker's Torch
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.
...
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.
...
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.
...
While out looking, found new friends.
many of them on the mends.
We shared laughs, we shared beers,
we gacked knuckles, we shed tears.
...
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.
...
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...
...
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....

I AM WHAT I AM....written by Rod Hatter
July 3rd, 2010
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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...

Trapped

Trapped
written by Rod Hatter
Nov. 27, 2011
...
... This poetry within my soul...
does it keep me from my goal...
of simple life...desire's pleasures...
as I write these heartfelt treasures ?
...
Do I dream too much to see...
what it takes to live so free ?
Am I trapped within a cell...
writing down my feelings well ?
...
If that's true, I can't see it...
even though my shoes don't fit...
Somehow...as I write these lines...
I feel my Fate as been assigned.
...
I'll just note, there'll come a day...
When I can finally pay my way...
while I share my words of life...
living through my daily strife.
...
Knowing as I write them down...
They may help remove a frown...
As my ink flows many miles...
hope it's painting... many smiles.
...
:)

Biker Greeting

Biker Greeting
written by Rod Hatter
3-10-2011
...
Musicians, writers, poets too...
...even some that do tattoo...
They show that in biker culture
...many share in art that's true.
...
If you ask them what they think,
...bikers just wont lie.
They will answer honestly,
...even if you cry.
...
Custom bike shows and parades.
...Chrome or paint that glitter...
many biker do enjoy,
...makes the eyes a flitter.
...
On the Salt Flats...at the drags,
...people do pay heed.
These are places that let bikers,
...share a need for speed.
...
Music, vendors and those games,
...at the biker runs,
show that there are many bikers,
...who know to have fun.
...
Candid bluntness, lack of drama,
...coming from a biker...
Lets you know straight up front,
...what may be the striker.
...
Someone ill, friend in need,
...bikers show they care.
Gathering themselves together,
...they'll raise funds to share.
...
"Then came Bronson", "Easyrider"
...David Mann, and more...
They are showing many bikers,
...not in cage, for sure...
...
People say "They're only bikers."
..."They don't really matter."
They are people on the roads,
...who's lives may then be shattered...
...
So next time you see a biker
...riding on the street...
Son or Daughter, Mom or Dad...
...They're someone you should greet...

Freedom Rhymes

Freedom Rhymes
written by Rod Hatter
March 4, 2011
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Is there chance I'll find Heaven...
off the beaten path?
Someday... when I'm not looking,
anger has no wrath...
...
Is there someway I let go,
relax and enjoy life?
Never have troubles... worries...
in my daily strife...
...
Maybe I'll just write my poetry,
for the world to read.
Passing on my hope's ambitions,
try to plant some seeds.
...
Who knows where it will lead me,
while I'm on this ride?
If nothing else... it gives freedom,
life's not locked inside...
...
Sharing my thoughts and my feelings,
makes me feel within,
that I am somehow part of all...
and that is not a sin.

Rumors

RUMORS
written by Rod Hatter
10/4/09

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.