Hang On Poems

Fate Tends Hang On a Knife-Edge

All because of that single decision 
To grasp that grate and breathe in the ethereal skies above 
Rather than 
To let go of that grate and suffocate in the foul sewage below 

Because of what he chose 
This is what he is 


Independent 
Not 
Incarcerated 

Whole 
Not 
Wounded 

Confident 
Not 
Confused 


Slipping off of the rusted edge, on which side will he land?

 
Brilliant 
Not 
Bleak 

Courageous 
Not 
Cowardly 

Relieved 
Not 
Remorseful 

 
This is what he is 
Because of what he chose 

To grasp that grate and breathe in the ethereal skies above 
Rather than 
To let go of that grate and suffocate in the foul sewage below 
All because of that single decision 

 

Now, what if he wasn’t resolved in his decision? 
Simply read the poem in reverse.

hang on tight-all

i.....yigh yigh
wowza man...
before my coffee

i'm just a fold...
now that age has
taken hold andt...

something need be
done to ensure...
life remains fun so

go and hum eh?!...
sing, whistle, smile
all the while since...

you're one with music
in your head andt wood...
pencils with which to write


len

I hang on hiding pain in heart

Pain held in heart I’m hanging on,
Amidst life’s grave gloom, going on.

World vicarious watch as if fun,
From cracked mirror I’m peeping on.

Smoke billows from my burning heart,
I battle but it’s blazing on.

How self-seeking can be this world!
Friends as foes askance looking on.

My woes are out to wear me out,
Though hurt my heart keeps humming on.	 
_________________________
Ghazal |20.07.2025| pain, heart, world, woes

Hang On Loulie Hang On

Where’er you may be let be, said Loulie
Who cannot control her flatulency
Wherever she roams 
She plays her air drone
Allowing foul odours to flow freely.

Loulie’s mother is three times a lady
Though her lovely daughter drives her crazy
She put up a tent
With all good intent
To keep her home as fresh as a daisy.

Young Loulie was quite frightfully perturbed 
Found that living in a tent was absurd
She could get no sleep
Cold hands and cold feet
And disturbed when her explosives emerged.

Loulie truly tried her best to hang on
Missing her bedroom and mostly her mom
She filled up with wind
Like a bird on wing
Loulie floated off to where sun ne’er shone.

Hang On

My country in Africa - though I am Indian in origin -
Lies torn and tattered, corrupt and corrupting
No water for weeks, only Mandela's Charity trucked in some (2 trucks today) 
After a whole week of dry faucets. With electricity, there's LOADSHEDDING
Or rationing of power, so one must research the hours each day ... 
And decide when to make coffee, or breakfast, beverages, meals -
Then we have loved ones frustrated: Just hang on. Pray. Ask God
Because no humans can solve the problems of arrogance of power
ANC: AFRICAN NATIONAL CONGRESS, once light, now darkness itself!

Hang On To Loose Ends

death is very clear 
                 not like blurred reality 
               where snags just appear
           and if strings remain attached 
              we can find the puppeteer 


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26/05//2021
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Does Life Hang On a Tiny Tread

Does life hang on a tiny thread,
haven't many been misled?
Discouraged? One needs the courage
to achieve the impossible!
Decry fate, never fling your sword
to wound a moribund soul already bleeding;
control your irrepressible rage, doesn't healing
begin when reasoning is finally deployed?  

Does life hang on a tiny thread
as the breath, our lungs exhale?
Would one prefer the silence of Haden,
over the freedom of choices, or vale
yourself as a worthless martyrdom
that is simply a deplorable word?
Has your bottle run out of rum...
realizing your sin is unforgiven?

Does life hang on a tiny thread
when one succumbs to unfounded fears,
and mutters the words of a drunk?
Cowardice and valor don't match a bit,
look deep down and see how you have sunk,
no hands can lift you out of that abyss;
never dismantle the steel armor you have wrought:
victory is not attained without bloodshed!

I Do Not Hang On To Bodies

She’s dead they said!
She I thought. Who is she?
I stared straight down at a frumpy old thing.
On the bed, a lump, so dead.

Was that me? I asked my spirit guide.
My guide laughed; he always loves it
That it takes me a while to recognize my flesh body
Between life times.

Let’s go figure it out, he suggested.
We watched a video; my entire life as a woman.
As a she; I was still trying to get over it actually.
I was a mother and a grandmother? What was that like?

You don’t remember? He asked me.
He is amazed at my lack of long-term memory.
My short term memory is not that great either.
I do not hang on to bodies with much admiration or reverence.

We sat around watching other people’s movies.
These are your possibilities he told me.
Parent possibilities. It was all coming back to me now.
I do not want to be a girl! I told him sternly.

He laughed. Impregnating me as a boy, but the egg split.
So I came back around as a twin.
I was damned mad when I saw that the other twin was a boy.
And here I was a girl again. Some idiot doctor slapped my butt, and
I could not stop bawling!

Hang On Sister

Hang on sister

I’m glad I saw you, made the effort
Left all the baggage behind and arrived
With an open heart. Still unsure why I did?
You’re just like how I remember mum.
Four-feet nothing, plump and round
I’m getting there, it’s what aging does.
So glad I called, unannounced, I didn’t
Give you time for an excuse and no 
Time for my excuse.
We’ve never had a meal together.
Never met on Christmas day. We forgot
About Christmas cards and birthdays
We should have done more, but neither
Of us likes inconvenience or crowds
But? 
Times caught us now. There’s a tear in my
Eye. Unexpected to be honest, but it wells
Waiting to fall. Hope it’s not today, hope
It’s never at all.
Three score years and eleven, that’s where you
Are, I’m ten years behind, but in a fast car.
I don’t want it to be today. It’s raining and grey.
Hang on, try to find a few extra miles, perhaps
We can alter the past a little. Hang on sister.

David Cox 14/12/20

Tie a Knot and Hang On

If you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on
Wise words from an old geezer who's still putting along
You may be dangling
But keep on cackling
Till the damn rope breaks, serenade us with a song

Hang On To Your Panties

This one's a giggle, ain't no other reason
Hang on to your panties, it's happy time season
Frowns are frowned on
Grab your baton
Conduct your laugh orchestra afore ya get eaten

Ya Gotta Hang On

Ya Gotta Hang On
by M. Griswold
05162020

Ya gotta hang on, ya gotta hold tight.
To those goals and dreams within yer sight.

For the future for sure is in constant flex.
So keep the focus with measures and checks.

With those dreams and goals visualized.
They'll fully develop and will be realized.

So you gotta hang on, you gotta hold tight.
No matter the struggle, no matter the fight.

Never give up any dreams or a single goal.
For they're hope keeps alive your inner soul.

Hang On a Lil Longer

The green
Marlboro light in her fingers
Smoke shifting in the air
The wind blowing through
The combini flags
Waving surrender
We stay quiet
In the dark night
If one of us speaks
A single word
Everything will overflow
Endlessly
Nothing can stop
The tears
The truth
The taste
From flowing
In our mouthes
Keep on pretending
Just gotta
Hang on a
Lil longer
Have a
Lil more patience
Have a
Lil more trust
Wait
I see it
There's the light
At the end
Of the tunnel
Just hold on

Hang On Aussies

Australians must have to hang onto things
Obviouly they'll float around in space without wings
Though cheaper than airfare
It's damn cold up there
But the washroom is spacious, just let 'er fling

Hang On To Your Panties

This one's a giggle, ain't no other reason
Hang on to your panties, it's happy time season
Frowns are frowned on
Grab your baton
Conduct your laugh orchestra afore ya get eaten

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