Best Lineman Poems

Pulled himself to the very top 
Looked over the world on high 
Felt the warm and stirring breeze 
falling from the sky 
Knowing this was how it felt 
to soar above the land 
To feel so safe away from things 
so free to be alive...

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It takes a big, strong guy to play on defense.
However, you need more than brawn.  You need intelligence.
You can’t let that offense run wild on game day.
Make them use their three downs, and they have to punt away.
As a defensive lineman, your sights are...

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Each day I climb a dozen poles 
Or venture into underground holes 
To run the lines that carry tones 
Of voices into people's phones 
Protect me Lord as I climb high 
The poles that reach into the sky 
And please, Lord, catch me should I...

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One day a hard working lineman;
Up a pole, went climbing;
On the line, he did hear,
His wife and her lover in his ear;
And now for divorce, he is filing.
...

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It’s a fine line we walk in life,
but a finer line the lineman
holds on to.  There’s something
about holding 24,000 volts in your
hand, close enough to kiss it.
Close enough to feel the tingle on
his lips, sending the slightest
shiver down his spine.  He’ll
tell you, there’...

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MEDITATIONS OF AN 
OFFENSIVE LINEMAN

I am the essence 
of patience and method
No reckless trash talk; I never
say a word
I am John Henry, harder,
A hammer on your bones driving
spikes through your soul and
your disintegrating self esteem

We have a chunky young
tailback who dances through
turbulence like light through...

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Underestimated or appreciated but we don't care, We sign up for the thrill of heights with an extra scare  Hot wires down and homes a'flare, We show up when others wouldn't dare  When storms roll through taking power out, Is when people wonder...

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He works on the pole, he works on the ground, in any storm he can be found.

They call him a lineman; his work very dangerous. Bucket trucks and hot wires, that’s his love language.

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning he’s been called back out. Back...

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When the lights flicker,
And the silence can remember
That haunting storm,
who came in September.

When the dark stills the night,
And rain dims the fires,
Burning through a soul who knows
Feelings stirred by desires.

When the gentle of a smile,
Floating soft on the linemen’s face,
Sent to bless away the fears,
Stirring...

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