Best Haul Poems
sitting here like a moron in an old people's home,
they think i dont know where they've put me and my phone.
silly arses are searching my home for any hidden money .....you see
they won't find a blessed thing...they think I am off my trolley
have arranged a super funeral black horses the lot
paid for a large headstone on a large plot
have ordered a banquet for the elderly of the town
they're not invited they can stay home
money grabbing family you've had your last penny
given to the dogs home and the donkey appeal "Jenny"
picked up my ringing phone ....irate voices I hear
where is it hidden? is it hidden here?
I smile to myself ...today is my last
am ready now ... please Peter..haul me up fast
Penned 27 August 2016
Claude Debussay didn't inspire me
As red sun set a fiery red ball
And I ran away with no shawl
Knowing there was no way to flee
Trapped in your shuttered bourgeoisie
Behind the mask, a plastered glee
Pull Daisy's petals let them fall
He loves me, loves me not at all
The keys pound music none esprit
It ends, made it through the long plea
Actually Spanish Quintain
There is no slot for this form...
Inspired by Craig Cornish's contest
Not an entry..
So as we know, a U-Haul is used to transport “stuff” that you are not ready to let go, stuff that you want to hold on to and bring from one destination to another. But you, U-Haul the burdens of this world on your shoulders, on your back, on your mind… the hurt, the lies, the worries and stress. U-Haul a ball of issues from decades ago.
Have you ever become aware of how much resentment, jealousy and anger you have piled up and how much bitterness and rejection U-Haul around year after year? But why do U-Haul the burdens of life, such as old baggage and luggage into the newness of each year, the newness of each day?
Imagine this, your body is a U-Haul and just like the truck, it has many features, so much so that over the years it has taken a toll on you.
Your mind is weary, your arms are heavy, your vision is blurry, your heart is aching, your legs are weak and you are gradually wearing your body down.
Your eyes are the headlights, your hands are the windshield wipers, your heart is the engine, your legs are the tires, you use your feet as the brakes to stop, your mind is the starter, your body is the battery.
You drive your U-Haul from place to place, to place to place and you constantly carry the excess baggage everywhere you go, because you pack it and unpack it. You unpack it in your new house, you bring it up in conversations, it affects your new relations, at your job it affects your work and it affects your mood and attitude.
But now is the time. In order to grow, you gotta let go. It’s time to stop by the dumpster and unload that U-Haul, throw away all the clutter, the bitterness, rejection, anger, hurt and disappointment that has been holding you down all these years. It’s time to gas up, yes, re-fuel, get a tune up and an oil change. Fill your body with joy, love, laughter, wisdom, peace, happiness, positivity and watch how clutter free your mind, body and life will be.
U-Haul Trucks aren't allowed in Heaven,
there just isn't any room for your stuff,
grandma's China and Raggedy Ann dolls,
cross-stitched samplers and mason jars,
and dozens pictures of movie stars.
U-Haul Trucks Aren't Allowed in Heaven,
the matched set of livingroom furniture
with a wide-screened television in living color,
all the clothes which hang in your closet
should be donated to a non-profit deposit.
U-Haul Trucks Aren't Allowed in Heaven,
those tools which you collected within
your three-car garage from yard sales,
and one-of-a-kind antique whatnot
will be sold at an estate sale on the spot.
U-Haul Trucks Aren't Allowed in Heaven,
think of it as traveling lightly one way,
no burdens, no worries and gas to pay,
leaving behind years of collection
as family members make objection.
You think I'm sprinting...
This is just the beginning,
Not even sweating
My heart is barely beating
Living for long-haul loving
This life can sometimes feel lonesome and that’s perfectly okay,
Our strong muscles and bones are shouting out that we’re here to stay.
Even if we are housing the prehistoric birds of prey.
It’s much like a lonely white pine growing high and mighty on a rocky mountain side.
The challenges are excruciating and the elements we can’t decide.
However, there is still a shelter that we are able to provide,
Adapt to this idea and the internal battles shall no longer collide.
The going of life can be intimidating and pretty tough,
As we overlook the canyon and think that others lives just aren’t as rough.
Just know that some weren’t built for this kind of stuff.
To allow the ability to grow so high and mighty tall,
We must not be afraid of shedding some previously living needles on that steep cliffside fall.
As well as understand, that we are all in it for the long haul.
Book: Perspective is the Objective
Love is my Prop
I've fallen in love with a four wheeled prop
And I am walking along with a bop
I thought long and hard
Now it's my safeguard
Together we make a gruesome bellhop.
I wondered maybe it'd make me look old
But then perhaps I am old, all things told
I feel quite sprightly
Now stand uprightly
Things have improved a hundredfold, I'm sold.
They do say that pride comes before a fall
I’ll tell you that is true for one and all
With my wheels I shop
Held up by my prop
Furthermore we’re in for quite a long haul.
4th March 2022
A desire sets off
towards a place far inland whose spires
lift like raised pikes on the horizon.
There is always a "somewhere" hanging
in the sky above your head,
an El Dorado, a glistening pot,
a floodlit dream plastered like a billboard
on a roadside hoarding promising
a better life on Paradise Island Estate.
But you never get there,
petering out on the side of a highway,
running low on fuel or finding
that you really don't want to go
to that place where you
first set out to go. A lifetime on
you should have known
the answer has always been waiting
back here, sitting at the far end
of a U turn, after the long haul home.
Long Haul With Trump Wall
What could happen with Trump and his wall,
Would have created trouble over long haul;
With women crushes;
Law many brushes;
Always be very annoyed when he did appall.
Comments appreciated and can be unrelated
or even inundated.
Jim Horn
Bush 41. I was born in 1941. He was born
6-12-24. 1948 1nd 1996 also had significant
impacts on his life. Now what about 2092.
sitting with a rum i take a pen...
and rye-me words
hearing anchor duty sailors...
'all call - haul'
church be an 'all call hall' for...
drivers not hearing answers
to their taverns last calls...
for more alcohol...
stan sand
In long-haul dreams, we set our sights far-off on distant shores,
Assuming that each step, each choice, each twist, will open doors,
Will keep us heading steadfastly ahead, right on course!
Yet time reveals the dead-weight drag of our remorse.
Looking back on the shortfalls, on the litter of regrets stowed
As keepsakes to repay, all the time-wasters, for ransom owed.
After 5 hours of flying and sitting
we display an assorted redundancy
a sanctioned paraphernalia.
Rumpled files of sartorial inelegance
squeezed shoulder to shoulder.
A night flight,
the tube is wheezing tainted air.
We are a junkyard for travelers
moving not by our own motion
but brought together in economy class
because we are all out of other options.
The French have terms
for these sleeping arrangements:
'Maisones de flop', or 'asiles de nuit'
only we are airborne,
we sleep with our eyes open
aching to be somewhere
before a threadbare daylight exposes
us to our own bleary inspection.
So many life struggles come our way
filled with tension and anxious thoughts
these thoughts are used to put us down
by the enemy of our souls, Satan's clot
Personally speaking life's full of tension
all my day's been stammering stuck
the tension produced in me so sore
bringing blocks in speech like an Arctic truck
Sometimes you've just got to hang in there
wait for deliverance to draw you out
the release button comes praying it on
no matter what inner thoughts are about
Tension can be a terrible thing
making your breath thin and narrow
anxiety seeks to keep you in its grip
tear it down shooting your arrow
In the long term, growth comes along
slowly but surely giving you faith
for God promises never to leave
despite your troubles, Jesus loves you He saith
Oh no! It’s those pushy snow pigs the cow lamented loudly.
You mean the knitters who announce their wares proudly?
Oh, yes, the cat replied. They are selling mittens and caps.
Can’t we buy those things online on one of those Amazon apps?
Let’s not be so hasty the rooster said, coming in crowing.
Those warm fuzzy caps come in handy when it is snowing.
Geese flying over in the shape of an inverted vee
Yelled down “Happy sale day, Ms. Sow and McPhee.”
The horse ran to their side to see what they were selling.
There was an old farmer there and he was hopping and yelling.
That’s too much!! I only have twenty-eight dollars and two cents.
Geese landed and bought all the scarves, but they caught on a fence.
The geese are all strangled! A hen said. They are all dead.
McPhee and Ms Sow did not mind. Their haul had put them in the red.
The farmer was astounded, and had to go without a cap.
I guess he’ll have to buy one on that Amazon app.
Call and Haul Horn Haiku.
Me will have to call
When poem you will want to haul
Away and today.
Jim Horn