Friday, March 30, 2012

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..."
...
"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..."
...

Monday, March 26, 2012

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...

Sunday, March 18, 2012

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.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

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...