Best Hitch Poems
Yea, I'm living life on the road, traveling across the land,
I left my humble abode, with just my thumb on my hand,
I'm sightseeing and free....heading somewhere...
with no better place to be, in my world of no care,
Yea, I'm hitch hiking....thumbing for a ride...
half broke, left home, roaming the countryside..
like a tumbleweed blowing across the USA...
those miles keep growing behind me all the way,
I'm sightseeing and free, headed somewhere,
with no better place to be, in my world of no care,
Yea, I'm living life on the road, traveling across the land,
sometimes the nights get cold, but the sunny days are grand,
I'm a hitch hiker, hope to catch a ride,
meeting new faces, across the countryside,
like a tumbleweed blowing in a gentle wind...
with no better place to be...than where I haven't been,
I'm sightseeing and free, in my world of no care,
with no better place to be than going somewhere.
Autumn surrounds the lake
Vibrancy vivacious, romantic
Blue in the rippling eye
Dark speck, a boat
Grows bigger and bigger
The laughter
Her auburn hair thrown back,
Her subtle loveliness
He stares at the landscape of love
Day bellows in briskness
And a tartan blanket
Smoothed on her lap
A sporty arm around her shoulder
Shadows falling effervescent
Sweethearts head for home
Trees retreat into dusk
Crunch of falling leaves underfoot
Spark of embers dying
Flame of color extinguished
Except for her lips
Pressed into his memory book
Soft, blush, frolic
Of a burgeoning wish
Small leaf adrift on tranquil waters
Occupier eyes the couple with jealousy
A miniature copy, this sister a faerie
Speckled toadstool over her head
She conjures a rainstorm
To get goody two shoes wet
But she slips into his arms
He asks
Rainstorm pulls the lovers along
To make a permanent hitch
A flying leaf, a faerie aboard
Stomps her teeny tiny feet
Wipes away her tears
Gives in, wishes well
For their happily ever after
11/18/2020
Hitch hiking ghosts with a hue of blue
Were picked up on a Sunday in 1952
The driver was my dad, name of Lou
Who enjoyed their company more than they knew.
I heard the story growing up each year
On Halloween, for my daddy had no fear
That anyone else would call him a liar.
Apparently it happened with a flat tire.
They were wandering down the road when it blew.
They ran up and asked if they could help poor Lou.
He was gob smacked when they took over and fixed
His tire quickly. He had thought he was licked.
They asked for a ride to the graveyard name Touse.
He told them he had to stop by at our house.
They rode along and regaled him with best stories of his life.
He raced home to explain the situation to my mom, his wife.
She gave him permission to take them quickly back.
He said they politely refused a quick Twinkie snack.
It was Halloween night which he did not think much of that night.
But whenever I think of this, I get a bit of a fright.
You see the travelers were opaque, and you could see through them.
He enjoyed telling this story to strangers, on a bit of a whim.
They always looked like he was insane, slightly crazy.
But they hired him anyway, for he was never lazy.
I never thought I’d be the one
To injure, re-injure, and re-injure my own thumb
First time crushed between horse and steel fence
Second time bitten by a cat in defense
Third time sadly was self inflicted
An accident of course…
None the less thumb thinks vindictive
This time though it’s nice to know
That I am self dependant…
I licked my wound and stitched myself
Saving the cost of the Corporate Medical Boss
A little self- med and off to bed…
I wonder when poor thumb will fall off?!
I'm Mortimer Monkey! My devilish side
will jump on the back of the elephant's hide!
I'll take unfair advantage
Even taking bringing my baggage!
While this jumbo sized taxi....gives me a ride!!
horror-filmmaker's mind dreams
~ audience screams
August 12, 2020
2-LINE POEM - ziket Poetry Contest
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the sun set beneath
wings of angels soaring on
clouds as night draws near
C. Alvez
Fifteen years old,friday starts the weekend
Kev and myself finished school,decieving our perants
we were sleeping elsewhere,
intentions being hitchhiking to London from Middlesbrough (365 miles)
A football match our destine, Fulham be it.
Maybe 15 minutes we got our first lift,that landed us at Nottingham.
Into a service station,when we were fortunate for another
that took us fifty miles along the motorway.
Approximately 4.30 am,we walked for miles,pitch black
not a car in sight, or those that passed,couldn`t see us.
Junction after junction,hopes begining to fade
daylight taking over black skies.
To our delight,a car pulled over,running to it
thanking him, the man turned out to be a friends inlaw
he had travelled from our home town,
dropped us at Kings Cross station.
Headed to Peckham,Kev`s Aunty
a hearty breakfast she served
saying our goodbyes,onward we went.
Destination accomplished,Craven Cottage.
Winning the game, an added bonus to our travels
a bigger bonus,a lift home on our mates coach
arriving home maybe 9.30 pm
still to this day our parents non the wiser.
If you fly with an African airline, start praying
This is a true story, you will know what I’m saying
It happened in Kenya in the town Kisumu
Forty-four passengers in a plane with nothing to do
Just when the pilot got the all clear to fly
The passengers hear the engines die
Apparently, the pilot had spotted an flat tyre
And the flight to Berlin has to expire
The technical staff looked here and there
In the whole airport there was no spare
Nitrogen canisters were empty, no air
Passengers complained that it was unfair
Passengers suggested to take it to a petrol station
However, it seemed the jack went on vacation
So no jack, no air
And no bloody spare
(Here’s the science bit)
The engineers gathered around the wheel met a stump
They heroically attempted to inflate it with a bicycle pump
The pilot pushed them away and without a doubt
Thought he could blow in the valve till he passed out
The air line manager was angry as passenger laughed out loud
He said these men are heroic and you should be proud.
A technical hitch like this can happen any where
As he gave the passengers an evil glare
He said my country is beautiful take in the lovely sight
Before the next aeroplane arrives within a fortnight
By the time you rolled up
I'd been walking for a couple of hours,
after the Grahamstown kids
were probably done with their lunch.
The back of your four-by-four
was the most comfortable place
I'd imagined I'd see that day.
And after a few good jokes
and some stupid ones too,
you dropped me at the YMCA,
promised to pick me up in an hour,
and sure enough you did.
Burgers and beer,
and the easy company
of a couple of familiar strangers,
guys a lot like me,
made a tiresome day go away.
You directed me to the best place
to put out my thumb in the morning,
and a few more good jokes,
and some stupid ones too,
led me to accept
that stumbling to East London,
wayward and tired,
had put me unexpectedly at ease.
15th August 2018
Now let me see
My Mom told me not to ride that boar hog
But as you will see my brothers and me
Didn't listen to Mommy
We got on this big old hog and rode him when he got tired he would run
for the waller and we would holler
Sometimes we could get off in time before he laid down and rolled with us
If we were not so lucky then we took a trip through the water trough to wash off
But Dad caught us doing that busted our butts and made us clean the trough
We still got cleaned up before Mommy got back but she noticed us starching
We didn't know we got hog lice and she had to pick the hitch hikers off of us
We enjoyed the ride but it was ruff on our hides
'Thanks, man, but I need to get to Jo'burg.'
I was nice about it,
and I explained it reasonably enough.
Town to town might lose me
a ride straight back home,
I was sure there'd be one today.
To tell you the truth, though,
even if you'd been going
to within a mile of where I lived,
I was not getting into your truck.
I could only see you
but I had seen at least two more,
and I didn't even need to look at them,
I only needed to look at you.
I'd hitched enough rides
to know the predators from the prey.
I wondered if we'd disappear
past some town beyond towns
where you might put a bullet in my head,
or carve me up
in the parched, unruly grass.
Worse yet, you might let me live.
And I really needed
to get to Jo'burg today.
15th August 2018
I thought, almost immediately,
there was strangeness in your car.
You had picked me up early
in the bright, hot morning,
December's heat was full,
but you froze me to the bone.
You were oddly quiet,
but the precious few words that you spoke
may have been
the strangest that I had ever heard.
As your big, lumbering old Merc'
dragged us through the heat,
I surreptitiously scanned the cab
for signs of weapons or weirdness.
My eyes found neither,
but my skin found the weirdness,
it hung thick as a dragon's breath,
you could have cut it with a barber's blade,
and I just about thought you might.
A few clicks down the road,
you ponderously stopped
and I meditatively got out,
no more than fifty yards
from the factory that owned my bones.
I'd hitched a thousand rides
with a thousand strangers at the wheel,
but of them all, you were the one
to make my blood run cold as death.
15th August 2018
Next day
A beautiful woman
Drove me to near Chicago
In a red mustang
Might have been
The girl in the song
Took it easy
Digging her vibe
She invited home
But was not sure
If her estranged husband
Would welcome me
So, I am being foolish
And inexperienced with women
Did not go to her place
And always regretted
That I had lost
My chance that day
Then on to Chicago
Several rides later
Visited friends
Hit the road again
A series of uneventful rides
With truckers
And others
And a week later
I ended in New York City
Slept along the way
In cars
In truck stops
In high way rest stops
Always moving
Always going
None stop talking
And lots of free weed
And beer
And conversation
One more memorable ride
Occurred outside Albany
On my return to Chicago
A middle age creepy looking man
Picked me up
In a brand-new Cadillac
He was he said a dynamite deliverer
For the Mafia
Went to various places
To blow up ****
He hated a lot of people
Particularly hippies from California
And Jewish people
Looking at me to confirm
That I was both
I told him that I lived in New York
And had never been to California
And although I might have looked Jewish
As I what was called back in the day
A “Jewfro”
I was not Jewish
Many years later I discovered
That I am indeed part Jewish
But then I did not know
And I felt a bit of strategic information
Might keep me alive
Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
And we relaxed
And he pulled out some weed
And beer
And we mellowed out
But I believe that he really was with the mob
Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
A real made Italian made mafia member
By Chicago
I had enough
I called my Dad
Told him what had happened
Wanted a ticket home
And he sent me a ticket
And 500 dollars
And I went home
I told him I would tell him
My tales some day
But never did
I learned so much
About my fellow Americans
And the strange vibe
That was 1975
And now it is too late
But I wanted to finally
Tell the world
Of my hitchhiking tales
In search of America 1975
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Do you ever wish you'd never been born?
Never again?
Do I play a role in your misery?
Or, did our paths cross to confirm inevitable suffering?
I'm weak and addicted.
Mayonnaise brain.
Unfiltered rants that indulge self hate.
Pushing the limits.
I don't want to be what I created.
Seem is adjacent.
No satisfaction.
Coincidence is comfortable in the simile of simplicity.
Just one second and we fall.
Gravity is there. I accepted whatever outcome
Without a breath of consequence.
Never again.