Hitches Poems | Examples

Lies I never told, but never clarified

They with masks and scalpels
rewatch 
the seconds I was given without consent.
My breath      hitches
as warnings stillborn in my throat.

At this moment,
I am but
a body
opened 
for overdue answers no one asked for.

A poet’s gift lies in the voice of Truth.
No—
A poet's gift is to lie, 
constantly,
in lavender-gray syllables
threaded through with near-Truth—
The answer to unvoiced questions,
clipped out with tweezers,
a scorched coil—
my vocal cord.

I, a third-party haze—
rewatch
the moments I lived through like 
faint      breaths 
fogging an oxygen mask.

My lies will be forgiven,
when they split open my sternum,
and find Truth still beating—

They’ll know,
late Truth cuts deeper than scalpel.

Symbiosis

Somewhere in a rugged sunny terrain
a bushy-maned pony kicks up his heels
amid biting flies in a grueling summer heat.
An elegant cattle egret hitches a ride.
Devouring grassland insects, his daily diet,
the egret helps his buddy in his plight
keeping the flies at bay while loping along
together through brush and grass and sage.

Party of Five

Fielschgenuss erster Gute
They spoke of her as a bedswerver
words that only made it more difficult to
understand why I had become privy
to these conversation.
The Harrows and Quick Hitches were
new and unused. The flail mower
and adapters were put into a postion
so you could see they were in constant use.
the new tractor he painted "lecherwite"
on the door
mats that were custom " Chuck and Duck"
were on the floor. a plum colored pillow with
 beautiful embroidered stitches, had a dark 
pinkish message talking about his Missus.
" Cuckquean" the stitches spoke a
 fluffy pillowy seat. Sweet yeasty rolls
filled with delicious meat.
Back to inventory a label for
the hydrylic mulcher
people are something
now adays seems they lack culture
Only a fool could understand
silly things silly people say
I sprayed some pest be gone
to keep the pest away.
I smiled and asked the Fellow
what did condonation mean
he said if your wife were on yourside
you be on the losing team.
The handle of the hoe to replace
the broken one.
When my wife comes over here
don't laugh when I call her"Hun"! 

Wriitten By
Bocal, LongJoint and Keys

S 2017 J2

Jumping over the jagged rocks of Jupiter's sixty-seventh moon
My soles are bleeding, but my soul continues chasing the memory

Maneuvering between boulder and ice
Irritating eyes to turn frost-bitten

Bitter wind whirling across my cheeks calling attention to the sky
Surrendering a quasar to quiet my noise and drown out darkness

Distant behemoths to haunt and torment
Terrestrial echoes of another life

Legs pumping violence since leaping across the volcanoes of Venus
Visions stream and seep into my subconscious, scratching the surface

Stars blind but ignite a fuse
Fueling the search for my story

Stored somewhere in the brainstem to throw my body off balance
Breathing hitches and heart rate halts, the race interrupted

Ions charging at one another
As the Greeks attacked Troy

Totally silenced for a mere moment in that grey galaxy sleeping
Soundly in the cold recesses as realization rocket-launches past neurons

Neon panic propels me to Neptune
Numbing nerves to prepare for judgment

Laziness Breeds Gloominess

If laziness gets a fair chance
One can never at all advance

If health must be kept intact
Exercise must be the act

Prayer is the curing pill
Peace in mind it will fill

When a prayer is made
True bliss will pervade

If prayer is resorted to
The best God will do

When duty is pending
Upon you it is depending

First complete it soon
Make it a full Moon

Duty that fetches riches
Will surely remove hitches

If a work is available
Surely life is bailable

Work is indeed great worship
Creating with God a relationship

Always enjoy doing sacred duty
It connects you with holy Divinity.

Hercules

Handsomely heroic
Half human heavyweight
Hera hates, harries him
Hacks hideous hydras
Hunts horrid Hades hound
Hippolyta heister
Hitches honey, Hebe

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For the “Greek mythology” Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by Joseph May
Syllables checked with HowManySyllables.com
Written on 02/25/2022

Hobo Hitches a Ride

I am hitchhiking rides to Britt, Iowa this week, and I’m not green.
Fully intend to be named the glorified, brand new 2021 Hobo Queen.
Wish people marked cars like they put hobo symbols on a fence post.
I do not wish to get in with an axe murderer, a most horrible host.

Used to jump in box cars but the rail yards are computerized now.
They have surveillance cameras that count the hairs on each brow.
Live by wits, my hypervigilant ideas keeping me alive, it never fails.
The quickest way to the hoosegow is to get close to one of those rails.

A prissy lady stopped and handed me meat sandwiches yesterday.
She thinks if she wants to get to Jesus land, she somehow has to pay.
Uh-oh. The cops are here to give me a ride to the county line.
Riding rom sheriff’s car to sheriff’s car I should get to Britt just fine.

Through the Windows

Those lofty trees
move backwards swiftly
and so are those
bitter past memories;
Uncertain of the things
that are in front
and so are hitches
about to confront;
All I can do is sit quiet
and take the ride.
Many a time I greet
the radiant dawn
and sometimes I meet
the menacing tunnel.
But it's for me to decide
whether to detest
or relish the ride.
And I opt for the latter
and so started delighting the drive
through the windows shutter

Santas Considered Opinion

Santa’s in lockdown, he’s not very happy
The reindeer are restless and now getting scrappy
The elves are all sitting and nibbling their nails
The sleigh is just sat there, no wind in its sails

So Christmas is gone, it’s this year’s last day
He sits all alone in the back of the sleigh 
He’s had a few gins so whilst it’s not wise
He’s taking her up... if she still flys

He hitches the sleigh to the reindeer and sighs
As they gallop away into overcast skies
He looks back behind him and briefly he lingers
To give twenty twenty two stiff middle fingers

The Cry of Nigerians

No! Nigeria! Why!

We have always been happy despite the hitches.
We have wept together despite our half-baked unity.
We have laughed together despite our different trinities.

No! Nigeria! Why!

But came OCTOBER the overwhelming independence.
We are free! We are free from the shackles I hear!
We are still slaves to our own mother you will attest.
 
No! Nigeria! Why!

Independence where are you?
We tried to err our inconveniences using our discretion, but we got an invite to the funeral of our freedom of speech.

No! Nigeria! Why!

We kept on the protest in one voice,
And we were shattered with a Bang! Bang! to many heads.
Blood of the innocent flows like the river Niger.
Tears of the concerned flows like the river Benue.
Bodies torn like discarded rags.
Lives wasted so they tell no stories.
Every where has become a dark cloud.
Things have fallen apart.

No! Nigeria! Why!

Curiosity Creates Change

Greensleeves, hawk came for release.
During acclimatisation, fearless kitten crept
up fence by hawkstand.
Both Beings eyeballed, briefly touched ---
surprise, fright, flee.
Next day, kitten hitches a ride in my car
and gets out at dairy!
Left home!!!

      


                          wing'ed One inspects

                              intrepid four foot climber

                                     universe expands






   Written 5th July 2020

A Night To Remember

The night was dark yet cheerful
With a trip down the memory lane
Memories so gloomy yet blissful
Embracing the subdued heart's pain


It began as an effort for relief
And our tears started to flow 
As we spoke our heart's grief
A bond transpire like winter snow


It was a night that altered the past
Into something that felt so pure
When the young souls felt better at last
They smiled merrily for sure


It's the feeling of a blessed mood
Like experiencing a morning sunshine
That brightens the shallow woods
With chirping of birds from the pine


She shines as the ray of hope
When the hitches in life arise
And building the path on a steep slope
Leading the way to Paradise

Circle of Life

Life's a journey with lots of twists and turn,
leading the way through hitches,
making my soul burn,
Strong men show no fear nor pain,
while traveling the path so narrow,
But their truth is hidden beneath the smile,
That covers the feelings of sorrow,
Though you try to move on,
But the past reamains clenching,
Pulling us back to garden of nostalgia,
That is when we realise the circle of life,
The harder you try to go,
Is the faster you reach your despair,
But the moment you stop the flow,
Is when you challenge death to stare

Three Mid-October Limericks

OLD CHARLIE

Old Charlie played ball too long, and of course
He played with gusto, with real driving force
   How his muscles, they ached
   He cried out, For Goodness' sake!'
~ Today medics call this a 'charley horse.'



    ROMEO

Romeo was a real hit with the girls
They swooned over his long hair's golden curls
   Romeo had his way
   And proceeded to say
"You'll just love the flag of Rome I unfurl!"  



    HOCUS-POCUS
Jessica could fix computer glitches
Did so with words, without any hitches
   She said, "Hocus-pocus,
   Computer, please focus."
But the software, she left it in stitches

One Date Too Many

she spoke of her man who rode a horse
to date her one night
no carriage in place for her to sit
she smacked the horse’s rear
her man was ridden out of sight.

she spoke of her man who had horse
and wagon on her next date
t’was a bumpy  ride because of the trail
he held the stirrups tight but she loosened the hitches
her man was dragged  to his endless fate.

she spoke still of another man
who showed up with coach and driver  
frolicking as they rode, the driver became amused
the horses galloped and he lost the reigns 
sadly she was the only survivor.

she put an ad in the community hall
expressing her taste for an appealing date
she wrote about a possible marriage
but she wouldn’t go out in a horse and carriage
 a man showed up with a donkey and a sign
 ‘do not tailgate”

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