Hitch Poems - Poems about Hitch

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...

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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...

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“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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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horror-filmmaker's mind dreams ~ audience screams August 12, 2020 2-LINE POEM - ziket Poetry Contest Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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'Thanks, man, but I need to get to Jo'burg.' I was nice about it, and I explained it reasonably enough. Town to town might lose me a ride straight back home, I was sure there'd be one today. To tell you the truth, though, even if you'd been going to within a mile of where I lived, I was not getting into your truck. I...

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