Hitch Poems - Poems about Hitch

Pulchritudinous virtual crime pulled off without a cocked hitch

Pulchritudinous virtual crime pulled off without a cocked hitch

delivered me back in the dark shadows
and the underbelly of the web,
where impossible mission 
to differentiate the outer limits 
cast by edge of night 
essentially rendering a twilight zone
where obscured criminal activity 
clear as day in retrospect,
versus earlier this month
when yours truly gung ho 
obediently got a

Get Knotted

Knots-besotted
(too canny for a granny)
as sailors go (and they will)
of which I am (still) one
(when day is done)
I can bend a bowline
(from stern to stem)
with the best of them
(just so's you knows...
the rabbit out of the hole comes
'round the tree runs then back down goes)
and tie (not hit) a reef (or square) so fine
or (none

Hitch the Old Mule and Load the Harvest Cart

Hitch The Old Mule And Load The Harvest Cart

Across the plains a bad ole murky mess
Unites in its quivering tears apart
And the bashful bride dares not that confess
As she knows for sure it would break his heart
Bloated bodies bend with such dusky chills
And the ill cast weather leaves what it starts
Grandpa cries, "Hon' bring me

Winter of Your Heart

“Winter of your heart”.

     The snows of Winter in your heart.
     confusion and illusions in my head.
     Share our life together. 
     that’s what you said?
     And even now: my memories 
   

Hitch-Hike

Do you ever wish you'd never been born?
Never again?
Do I play a role in your misery?
Or, did our paths cross to confirm inevitable suffering?
I'm weak and addicted. 
Mayonnaise brain.
Unfiltered rants that indulge self hate.
Pushing the limits. 
I don't want to be what I created. 
Seem is adjacent.
No satisfaction. 
Coincidence is comfortable in the simile of

Dimmer Hitch

A man wants a woman with wit enough
  to see that the house is clean
  and figure the time for the roast to be done,
  raise children that are fit to be seen.

A man wants a woman with wit enough
  to charm his clients at dinner.
  It's not really true

A Hitch In Time

Pt. I

The Lodger

Morning sneaked inside the flat and lit the dusty air
through holes in the torn curtains forming spotlights on the floor.
He woke from the discomfort of a night in his armchair
and stared at all the empty cans he'd finished hours before.

The window to the rear looked down onto the bookshop's yard
- a cold and

Halloween Hitch Hikers

Hitch hiking ghosts with a hue of blue
Were picked up on a Sunday in 1952
The driver was my dad, name of Lou
Who enjoyed their company more than they knew.

I heard the story growing up each year
On Halloween, for my daddy had no fear
That anyone else would call him a liar.
Apparently it happened with a flat

Autumns Hitch

Autumn surrounds the lake
Vibrancy vivacious, romantic
Blue in the rippling eye
Dark speck, a boat

Grows bigger and bigger
The laughter
Her auburn hair thrown back,
Her subtle loveliness
He stares at the landscape of love

Day bellows in briskness
And a tartan blanket
Smoothed on her lap

A sporty arm around her shoulder
Shadows falling effervescent
Sweethearts head for home

Trees retreat into dusk
Crunch of falling leaves underfoot
Spark

Hitch Cocks the Revolver - Ziket

horror-filmmaker's mind dreams

   ~ audience screams 



                August 12, 2020
    2-LINE POEM - ziket Poetry Contest
             Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Each Catch You Chase Will Have a Hitch

Each Catch You Chase Will Have a Hitch

Each catch you chase will have a hitch;
May meet moron whose name is Mitch;
With Low IQ;
Always knew;
Like a disabled plane do have to ditch.

Jim Horn

Hitch 5: Chills

I thought, almost immediately,
there was strangeness in your car.
You had picked me up early
in the bright, hot morning,
December's heat was full,
but you froze me to the bone.
You were oddly quiet,
but the precious few words that you spoke
may have been
the strangest that I had ever heard.
As your big, lumbering old Merc'
dragged us through the heat,
I surreptitiously

Hitch 4: Charmed

I thought, almost immediately,
you quite liked me,
and I had to like you too,
and by virtue of knowing
that I would soon be
within fifty yards of home,
I started settling into
the end of the day.
You had picked me up
no more than fifty yards
from the factory that owned my bones,
and before you left me
just as close to home,
we quietly

Hitch 3: Not Vegas

Please don't say Vegas.
We're halfway between Durban and Bloem',
so don't say Vegas, okay ?
Thankfully you found a way, reluctantly,
to settle on the right answer
without saying it out loud.
All the way to the beach,
so I hopped in, and I didn't laugh.
I introduced myself
and for an awkward moment
you introduced neither
yourself nor that guy you wanted to be.
Perhaps

Hitch 2: Semi-Sorted

By the time you rolled up
I'd been walking for a couple of hours,
after the Grahamstown kids
were probably done with their lunch.
The back of your four-by-four
was the most comfortable place
I'd imagined I'd see that day.
And after a few good jokes
and some stupid ones too,
you dropped me at the YMCA,
promised to pick me up in an hour,
and

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