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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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...

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

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...