Long Hefting Poems
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Passing the BatonDespite how much a man adores his folks before they pass...there sometimes is... among the other folks that man survives...
The sort who - without needing to be asked, becomes involved, and simply out of kindness...
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Categories:
hefting, love,
Form:
Rhyme
World Woman Squash ChampionYoungest 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 the prolific production line from...
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Categories:
hefting, appreciation, confidence, dedication, encouraging, inspiration, sports,
Form:
Free verse
To the Victor Goes the SpoilsTo 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 1st leg of the...
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Categories:
hefting, anniversary, appreciation, community, dedication, encouraging, sports,
Form:
Free verse
Faraway FootstepsFaraway 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 sometimes malevolent voice
But always his wife's warning
My mother's caring way
So many years past
When linoleum's impoverished...
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Categories:
hefting, growing up,
Form:
Prose Poetry
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, that once was bright red.
Then buttoning his tweed,...
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Categories:
hefting, brother, farewell, friend, funeral, goodbye, military,
Form:
Ode
Of Watermelons On the Vine and Rock Salt In the PantsThis 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 young,
was a farmer...
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Categories:
hefting, childhood, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Of Watermelons On the Vine and Rock Salt In the PantsThis 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 young,
was a farmer...
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Categories:
hefting, funny, nostalgia
Form:
Rhyme
Kansas HibiscusShe 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.
Each year she would think of helping.
But she didn’t...
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Categories:
hefting, death, friend, , western,
Form:
Free verse
Dark HeftingMy 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...
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Categories:
hefting, anger, anxiety, confusion, fear, health, horror, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Mother Is a HouseFather 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 teeth,
hefting clumps and yellow fag-ends,
raising clammy clay blooms.
Mother is...
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Categories:
hefting, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
Mother Is a HouseFather 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 teeth,?
hefting clumps and yellow fag-ends,?
raising clammy clay blooms.?
?
Mother is a...
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Categories:
hefting, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The Untruth of a Lone and Erroneous ProphecyThe 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 coal
is it true Fate...
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Categories:
hefting, art, fate, girlfriend, life, meaningful, poetry, youth,
Form:
Sonnet
On My Sixon 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...
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Categories:
hefting, farewell,
Form:
Free verse
November Time SlipIt 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 in a public place,
dandelion seeds...
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Categories:
hefting, poetry,
Form:
Free verse