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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 Member The 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 Member Dark 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 Member Kansas 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 Member Faraway 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 Member Of 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 Member Of 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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