Rocker Poems - Poems about Rocker

Glider Rocker

I sought you out almost thirty years ago,
not because I wanted a pretty piece of furniture~~
Oh, you were and still are quite attractive~~
but because I needed you.

After I had back surgery for a badly ruptured disc, 
none of my chairs were comfortable enough 
for someone who would spend the next six months
dragging her right leg

A Rocker and a Cigar

I may not be happy
with the way things are,
I may express dissatisfaction
In my local bar,
But I refuse to burn down
my street in extreme reaction
to some civil distraction--
seems to me somewhat bizarre.
I must take care of business
in my own neighborhood,
Being no part of any fringe faction.
Give me a rocker and a cigar
And let me live in

The Rocker

I strapped on a Bass guitar
I'm turning up the speakers 
Headphones covering the ears
Sunglasses are over my eyes
Striking the strings with a pick 
The words flow out of me 
I imagine myself playing in a 
Rock band in a outdoor park 
The crowds are going crazy 
We are having a fun time 
Music bringing us

I Ain'T Fell Out My Rocker Yet

I've climbed mountains
Just to holler your name 
I've seen the sunshine 
Through the pouring rain 
I've been so low
I've seen the bottom of the well 
That dry asss dirt 
Is hotter than hell 
Which is where I am going 
For the things I've done 
I've never meant 
To hurt no one 
But then the sun

Old-School Rocker

So many people,
so many screams,
but there’s not a single six string
on the damn TV.

People they love me,
they tell me so,
but you’ll never hear our single
on the damn radio.

Know I’m not passing
or fading away,
have no illusions
when I come to play.
When this gets a moving,
when we shake the town,
leave you hot and sweaty
lying beat on the ground.

Cause

Legendary Country Rocker

on tour, gone to the mountain, raising the roof,

keeping time w/ the music of the spheres;

down that old, ecstatic, out-of-the Way-

honky tonk highway,

a star blazing brighter

in the mystery of the night

in the heart of the desert.


***


(Usury is dead, not God.

There're no bloodied, dancing bears

in the three-ring circus.

There're no circuses.

There's only bread.

There's no organ grinder's cowed

Rolling Rocker Ball

Watch out and wait. In fact stop listen and wait. Is that the wailing of a sail sailing by? Of course it is. The fact that an ironed breeze can touch a nautical knot is common knowledge amongst sailors and sailors are neither shaped sharpened sharpeners nor are they saying still shifts stillness. It is

- Fantasy Rocker -

A royalty rest for small and big butts ~ everybody can enjoy the ride







 
   07.11.2016
 - Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Mama's Rocker

Cuddling your shawl, Mama, I reach for you each night ...in heaven's rocker.


   ~                               
One, One Liner - Theme THE OLD ROCKING CHAIR

Hard Rocker

silver hair and drabby clothes
looking rather shabby, drabby and old
eyes full of wisdom stories to tell
that would take you to heaven but could finish in hell

hes a hard rockers whose lived a life
who fought by the sword but never died by the knife
hes a hard rocker with a dirty smile who oozes confidence and has

Grandma's Old Rocker

Grandma's old creaking rocker
is full of memories,
of a girl and grandma talking.
Oh, the weeping within;
Grandma's old creaking rocker.


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August 3, 2015


Poetry/Verse/Grandma's Old Rocker
Copyright Protected, ID 15-696-909-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, A Prized Refrain, 
sponsor, Nette Onclaud

Fifth Place

On My Rocker

Sitting in my rocking chair
I feel myself relax,
A quality that every couch
Or stool or loveseat lacks.

The gentle back and forth harks back
To infancy, perhaps,
When we were rocked while being fed
In moms' and daddies' laps.

No matter what the reason
There is nothing to compare
To an hour spent unwinding
In my comfy rocking chair.

Grandma's Rocker

Grandma's rocker
Grandma would sit on her rocking chair 
Rocking all day long.
The chair was her joy each day.
As she grows old.
She loved to rock on the porch.
As the car drove by she would smile.
Now the rocker is old.
It sets in the cold of the day.
Now that grandma is off her rocker!

The Old Man In the Rocker

The old man still burns wood in his fireplace 
But he doesn’t cut it from the forest anymore 
He buys it from a friend of a friend of his 
And they stack it outside his back door 

His wife passed away six years this April 
But the old man carries on despite his lose 
He

Rocker

Rock it baby
I wanna hear you sing
fill me baby with all of your sins
dance for me show me your sexy sway
drive me crazy baby with your wicked way
you make me feel alive
''hot hot hot''
I can taste you now
rock it baby till I pop
rock it baby don't ever stop!

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