Best Hitch Up Poems
Mama tells me I must shield my skin from the scorching sun
This doesn’t stop me and my friend Amy from having some fun
Amy went out exploring and picked wild roses from the bowers
I can still smell the sweet scent of these now wilting pink flowers
We can paddle in the blue sea when we hitch up our long clothes
Then go walking on the golden sand; I can feel it tickling my toes
We rest in the sand dunes and Amy perches on an enormous rock
I sit on the soft ground and am careful not to ruin my pretty frock
On my lips I taste the salty sea air on the warm summer breeze
How I cherish my free time on such sunny days as these
Contest –The Red Parasol Sponsored by Eve Roper
06~11~16
Categories:
hitch up, beach, best friend, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Ah, Alum Creek
A place I love to go
In the summer for a picnic
Or a jet ski talent show
The kids can run and play
Covered in sand from head to toe
Pack your 45
we've got UV rays to soak
Hitch up them jet skis boys
Dont forget the boat
"Out to play!" is on the door
"Will return" was all I wrote
-Miranda Lambert-
02/15/2011 11:45 am
(My dad took us to alum creek every summer, I plan to continue this legacy for many
summers to come)
Categories:
hitch up, childhood, dedication, happiness, places,
Form:
come kiss the frost
from off late apple themes
the carnival is coming into town
where everything is nothing that it seems
hitch up the pony,
take the surrey down.
Let's take the long way 'cross the summer bridge,
the one where first you dared to touch my hand,
I still love seeing sunsets from the ridge
and down below the colors are so grand.
the county fair is finer from up here
all candy apple reds and spinning beams
the zephyr through the pines is all we hear ,
a place to sit and contemplate our dreams
the fantasy is kinder than the truth
recall the ferris wheel at sweet sixteen,
let's share that secret summer of our youth
and go back home to cherish where we've been.
Categories:
hitch up, love, nostalgia, summer, summer,
Form:
Quatrain
My Daddy played a trick on me
When I was just a tike
Asleep; I was in dreamland town
A 'riding on my bike
And suddenly! I hear a noise
A clanging sound it seems
It was my Dad with pots in hand
He's banging on the beams!
He's shouting out "Wake up! Wake up!
We're getting in the ride
It's time to go, no time to waste
We've got to get outside!
There are bees in here, they're everywhere
They're stinging all they see
Get in those clothes, hitch up your boots
It's time for us to flee!"
So up I jump, still in a daze
What happened to my bike?
Where are my clothes, can't find my boots
Oh my - this I don't like
We run outside; "Hey! Where's the car?
Dad woke us up you know
Those bees in there will sting for sure
It's time for us to go!"
My Dad's outside with teary eyes
From laughing all the way
He turns to us and with a grin
"It's April Fools today!"
Categories:
hitch up, april, dad, fun, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Hitch up those gitches and ambulate across the way to a brother's abode and visit awhile on the settee. Don't beat the mule for stubbornness he's just a creature of the earth.
Did you burn a yule log to purify your home from grudges!
Jan. 6th Kings day....suppose to be the day the wise men met the new born Jesus. 12 days post birth.
you are a hoot....but I've got to scoot on down to the sanctuary for soul revival....need a little pep in my boots
Categories:
hitch up, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
In my life I have seen infinitesimal good I ponder all the time why is life so unkind. I live my
life the best way that I could, but someone always despised where I stood.
The competitiveness of young life is all understood striving for things in time seems to
infatuate their minds. But as time goes by things of luxury aren’t so appealing to the eye,
remembering you can’t take it with you when you die.
Hard to find is total peace of mind, many spectral races in the populous faces. Through the
crowd with great haste, life as we know it has been thrown off pace.
Acknowledged through space and time like being blind living in the third eye, the mind.
Seeing all through a sense of what is felt hitch up and tighten your belt.
To predict see and feel what I dreamt before it happens what a gift bestowed unto me my
heart is rapture. For me this is true and for it I have been called the voice of doom, seeing
the other side of another’s happiness or gloom.
My forewarnings to heed no one listens until they bleed, then they look at me and plead;
what will happen next you sleaze? I can’t see things all the time but when I do, give notice to
what happens as time passes.
I can’t help it when I feel it you must know the truth, in healing of pain what I say will not be
in vain. I help myself when I let these feelings go I am not that braggadocio.
James C Bryant Jr.
May 11, 2002
Categories:
hitch up, imagination, introspection, life, visionarylife,
Form:
Light Verse
Hitch up those britches
Don't show those gitches
Stained with skid marks, no gitches
keep the crabs on your private witches
Bust the slack and expose the crack
Makes me see TP and talk some smack
Cover your assets; keep it in the backpack
Or I will use a thumb tack with a good whack!
Categories:
hitch up, funny
Form:
Light Verse
Borrowed time, borrowed time
We’re living on borrowed time
Selling our lives for a dream home
Ripping up the carpets
To lay our lives down
New china
A drape to please the eye
This borrowed time will drag you down
If everything was free
Then would we still care?
If this ornament stood here
Or this tablecloth complemented there?
Borrowed time
Your selling away
Your life’s work
Bought you a pretty new chair
Hitch up your skirts
Sell your Tupperware
Eat your supper off the floor
Drink straight from the tap
Walk the ten miles to work
Time to get your time back
Categories:
hitch up, angst, happiness, health, introspection,
Form:
Blank verse
I've been on this journey for over a year , it's hard to imagine. For a whole year I have held
the reigns up here on the wagon. It's a long trip down a winding mountain road. My foot is on
the break, can I control this heavy load? I had lots of doubt when I started this journey.
Would I misjudge the next curve and wind up on a gurney? Up the next steep grade will my
team stumble and fall? Down the upcoming grade will the break hold at all? The road is long
and down it I trod. Riding shotgun ,is my good buddy God. So I will hitch up my team and
take the reigns everyday. Before I lay down, I will humbly pray. At every sunrise I will ask
him to guide me. I will follow his will down life's endless highway. Remember the road you
have traveled behind you. The end is far but don't let it blind you. Stay on course, remember
your task. God will grant you new life. You just have to ask.
Categories:
hitch up, faith
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
The applauses shower, they hold all the power
I break out a bow for my finest hour
Bravo, Encore, I exit stage door
My feet, they don't seem to touch the floor
One last glance, a last performance
How many more hours do I keep up this stance
This farce, this pretence, this fake eloquence
Hitch up my pride to clear every fence
I'm running, can't stop til I reach the top
And throw down this shield utilised as a prop
To hold up, support every act I was taught
While captive, imprisoned inside your solid fort
25th August 2011
Categories:
hitch up, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
I've sat here and thought about muscle cars
Big beefy motors that roar and tyres smokin' hot
And when you see a movie they are the cars of the stars
When the dream sequences come they are the shot
Their colours are red and black as a matter of fact
The leather upholstery is just worn in enough to show
And these are the cars that count - that's the fact, Jack
So hitch up your trousers and know they're the go.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
hitch up, car, nice,
Form:
Ballad
So you woke up face down on
the street
And you don't know the time
or day of the week
And want me to serve you a
hair of the dog
To steady your nerves and
clear out the fog.
If the last thing you remember
from the night before
Is the bird she that she flipped
as she walked through the
door
And she wasn't suggesting you
was her number one
You got a whole lot of crawling
ahead of you son.
Now I ain't no expert on God's
fairer sex
You can check, here's the
number you can go call my ex
But you musta done something
to make the girl sad
Cos the bird is reserved for the
baddest of bad
You better pick up the phone
and hitch up your jeans
And beg her forgiveness for
being so mean
Some flowers wouldn't hurt,
even throw in a nice dinner
Cos from where I was standing
she looked like a winner.
Categories:
hitch up, cowboy
Form:
Ballad
Ol’ Kiley, he’d gone out a ridin’,
Just to clear his weary head—
‘Bout the workin’ of this busy world
And how it done changed the spread.
Seems things they were just changin’ too fast,
And new owners had fired men—
Ol’ Kiley, he figured he’d go next—
Just didn’t know why or when.
Then right in the middle of nowhere—
Like he’d just seen him a ghost—
Sure ‘nuff amid the grass and the sage,
Stood an ol’ wood hitchin’ post.
But it weren’t really just a post now—
It were two posts and a rail—
Where long ago you tied up your horse
After ridin’ down some trail.
Kiley hitched his hoss there and got down,
And it gave him pause to think—
As he kicked the remnants of a trough
Where once the horses could drink.
But here it was now, all by itself—
No buildin’s ‘round - all alone,
Nothin’ to mark where once it belonged
As it stood without a home.
In front he could see the faint tracin’s
Of a buildin’s foundation:
A home, a store or stage coach stop
That marked a once great nation.
He stood there by his horse – shook a post
To test the strength of that rail—
And to his surprise it was solid
And not at all was it frail.
Then as he gazed across empty land—
He sensed change had come here, too—
And only our solid moorin’s last—
Without them we’re all just through.
And how was it, Kiley asked himself—
Sometimes we hitch up all wrong—
When we have the choice of tyin’ up
With life’s best where we belong?
And how come there are those sad ol’ times
When we didn’t hitch at all—
But just kept on ridin’ life real hard
Till ones we loved all turned small?
So Kiley unhitched his ol’ paint hoss
From that solid hitchin’ rail—
And he headed back to his new ranch
To face change that must prevail.
He looked back once at that hitchin’ rail—
Wondered how long it would last—
Till wind and sun and snow would weaken
The strength that now held it fast.
You see, there’s nothin’ certain in life
And there’s much at which we fail—
But time and change always ride with us,
When once we hitch to life’s rail.
Categories:
hitch up, cowboy-western, introspection, nostalgia, sad,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
One Valentines day Cupid went on strike because well ... he didn't like
the dating games on T V showing fake people trying to hitch up and all
They were gold diggers he said, first they say love me, then take a hike
he didn't think their hearts were true, they were always having a brawl
He packed his gold tipped arrows and moved out of his Love Chalet
up the mountain he went to meditate, he met a man named Tate
who asked him, "can you spare me an arrow, I'm in love with Kate"
Kate and Tate got married but soon their love turned to hate
Thinking he had lost his touch he shot clandestine arrows how sad
people kissy faced & moonied, so he thought maybe I'm not so bad
He got hired on T V as a host for a bran new dating show
gold tipped arrows and trusty quivers, he turned them all aglow
Cupid God Of Love shooting arrows once again, love was in the air
opulence of heart & soul came first this time, love was everywhere
Valentine Smoochies, hoochie-coochies, snoggies and kisses oh dear,
Cupid was back and love was on track, for anyone who ever came near.
Categories:
hitch up, analogy, valentines day,
Form:
Rhyme
GOOSEBERRIES AND SHARP CREASES
The plumpest, juiciest, hairiest gooseberries
My grandfather grew in a circular bed,
Dead centre of the immaculate lawn.
And blackcurrants under netting,
And a Victoria plum tree in the far corner.
He taught me to hitch up my trousers at the knee
When I sat down, to avoid spoiling the creases.
And to touch the peak of my cap
When I passed a lady in the street.
But he was a sick man;
Tuberculosis and diabetes that would send him
Into long, deep comas.
He would have taught me a whole lot more,
But for that final coma.
1st July 2020
In Loving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Regina Riddle
Categories:
hitch up, death, grandfather, sick,
Form:
Free verse