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Hefting Poems - Poems about Hefting


Fool's Gold Fortune, Part I

...Lester sat in Lisa’s café that morn,
his eyes mindlessly staring out the door,
it was July of 1889,
and new work young Lester now had to find.

He’d left Jud’s ranch when he refused to pay,
did...
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Categories: hefting, character, crazy, fun, history,
Form: Cowboy Poetry

Premium MemberThe Untruth of a Lone and Erroneous Prophecy

...The Untruth Of A Lone And Erroneous Prophecy


What has a prophetic death done to this poor soul
the merest thought of sleeping under freshen sod
stir the urgent flames, hefting in more Irish co...
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Categories: hefting, art, fate, girlfriend, life,
Form: Sonnet



Mother Is a House

...Father is a stump grinder,?
a heavy planter. Shovel fingers?
bulling through onions and leeks.?
Truck-hands lashed to maroon suspenders.?
Head in the dirt, a blue exhaust?
trailing from grub-wor...
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Categories: hefting, poetry,
Form: Free verse

November Time Slip

...It snowed last night;
taking out the trash,
there I am, dozing in a garden swing set
deep within July.

It could be another year.
July in a London park
lying next to her,
wisps of gentleness ...
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Categories: hefting, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberDark Hefting

...My world had the same aspects as my life.
Its spaces were roughly the size of a fine ship. 
Its spirit was comparable to that of a wooden knife.
There are clouds and snow in the skies tied by a cl...
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Categories: hefting, anger, anxiety, confusion, fear,
Form: Rhyme



On My Six

...on my six

 the village faded in my past
when at last i walked through the gate 
for the final time
neither of us remained the same
as we were in the days of my coming of age
back then the col...
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Categories: hefting, farewell,
Form: Free verse

Mother Is a House

...Father is a stump grinder,
a heavy planter. Shovel fingers
bulling through onions and leeks. 
Truck-hands lashed to maroon suspenders.
Head in the dirt, a blue exhaust
trailing from grub-working...
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Categories: hefting, poetry,
Form: Blank verse

Premium MemberKansas Hibiscus

...She watched her move
	The potted Chinese Hibiscus inside,
	Sliding it over the not yet frozen ground,
	Hefting it slowly over the six wood back steps,
	Resting and breathing,
	Hands on hips.
	E...
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Categories: hefting, death, friend, , western,
Form: Free verse

Farewell Brother

...#FAREWELL, BROTHER
by
Hannah Rain

Lowering him down upon his curved back,
On silky blue sheets, all pleated and tacked,
A pillow they stuffed beneath his cold head,
And combed his gray hair, ...
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Categories: hefting, brother, farewell, friend, funeral,
Form: Ode

World Woman Squash Champion

...Youngest Champion In Woman Squash

There you have it, the youngest ever World Woman Squash Champion..
At a tender age of twenty, Nour El Sherbini is the 2015 Woman World Champion..

Coming off t...
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Categories: hefting, appreciation, confidence, dedication, encouraging,
Form: Free verse

To the Victor Goes the Spoils

...To The Victor Goes The Spoils

In the confined playing area within the concrete walls of a squash court..
The next few days will definitely witness intense rivalries inside the courts.. 

It the...
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Categories: hefting, anniversary, appreciation, community, dedication,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberFaraway Footsteps

...Faraway Footsteps

How present
This past
Called memory

Hollow sole dragging
Hobnail boots
Caked with crud
Mud
And oil
Atop the landing
"Drop them greasy clothes"
Came the sometimes loving voice
The ...
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Categories: hefting, growing up,
Form: Prose Poetry

Premium MemberOf Watermelons On the Vine and Rock Salt In the Pants

...This story I am about to unfold,
is a favorite about my Grandfather.
In which he starts out acting very bold,
yet ends, running up a painful lather.

Down the dirt road, where he lived, when ...
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Categories: hefting, childhood, funny,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberOf Watermelons On the Vine and Rock Salt In the Pants

...This story I am about to unfold,
is a favorite about my Grandfather.
In which he starts out acting very bold,
yet, ends running up a painful lather.

Down the dirt road, where he lived, when you...
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Categories: hefting, funny, nostalgia
Form: Rhyme

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