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 !
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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.
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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...
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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.
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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....

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
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... This poetry within my soul...
does it keep me from my goal...
of simple life...desire's pleasures...
as I write these heartfelt treasures ?
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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 ?
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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.
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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.
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Knowing as I write them down...
They may help remove a frown...
As my ink flows many miles...
hope it's painting... many smiles.
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:)

Biker Greeting

Biker Greeting
written by Rod Hatter
3-10-2011
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Musicians, writers, poets too...
...even some that do tattoo...
They show that in biker culture
...many share in art that's true.
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If you ask them what they think,
...bikers just wont lie.
They will answer honestly,
...even if you cry.
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Custom bike shows and parades.
...Chrome or paint that glitter...
many biker do enjoy,
...makes the eyes a flitter.
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On the Salt Flats...at the drags,
...people do pay heed.
These are places that let bikers,
...share a need for speed.
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Music, vendors and those games,
...at the biker runs,
show that there are many bikers,
...who know to have fun.
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Candid bluntness, lack of drama,
...coming from a biker...
Lets you know straight up front,
...what may be the striker.
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Someone ill, friend in need,
...bikers show they care.
Gathering themselves together,
...they'll raise funds to share.
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"Then came Bronson", "Easyrider"
...David Mann, and more...
They are showing many bikers,
...not in cage, for sure...
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People say "They're only bikers."
..."They don't really matter."
They are people on the roads,
...who's lives may then be shattered...
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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...
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Is there someway I let go,
relax and enjoy life?
Never have troubles... worries...
in my daily strife...
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Maybe I'll just write my poetry,
for the world to read.
Passing on my hope's 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 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.