Long Hitches Poems

The weeks continue - isolation journey,
Continues though it’s not what they would choose,
Instead of being locked down with a tiny range of choice,
Imagination will no plans refuse.
So let’s take part in different type of lockdown,
Where...

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Alright have to admit that whole drole Bazball or Baz Bat cool cat vibe…rabbit out of hat tribe.. is taking its toll..sunk in a hole..losing it’s goal and soul..not being a vitriol troll..maybe need to...

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When the 21st century stepped into its third decade, the major tone of the world sharply switched. Internecine confrontation, cartelism and calumniation snaffled the high pitch, while comprehension, cooperation and cosmopolitanism, like ill-adapting burdens and...

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Herons fragment the mist,
appear and disappear while remaining motionless.
The skiff rocks as a coal barge trundles past.
A dewy sky shivers.

Nowadays he just sits in a boat looking at Ohio.
This morning the sun reached the top...

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A weary way-fairer all lost in wood 
One dark night fending for food fell in well— 
Unused and dry— it left him fate to brood, 
But clutched on still to Banyan roots that fell 
Into...

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TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ 
BRONTE INSPIRATION - COLLABORATION BETWEEN JAN ALLISON AND DARREN WATSON


Our courtship it continues at a gentle pace
Every time I see him my heart begins to race
Long walks in...

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Have bowlers become spicier?

Hitches in batting riches

Cut sl**s shut in a rut

Pitches become dicier?


Chestnut witches strut

Gluts of stitches

And seams dreams

Humdrum Timber 

Tantrum doldrums

Back in the hut


 
What we did see at the WTC

Wood from the...

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Her wind blew the castle down

                             ...

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PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION FIRST

Our courtship it continues at a gentle pace
Every time I see him my heart begins to race
Long walks in the country, late evenings by the fire
I really have discovered he is...

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Dear  Ronny

What a Divine being you are !
You gallop in all your fours
the moment I call thy name.
At times, even my very look
fetches fast your benign presence.

You wag your tail ?
Flap your fan-like ears...

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Standing at the  crossroads of life
I wonder which path I will take
The one that makes life easy
Or the one to happiness.

The easy path will take me to
A life of ease and riches
Where work conditions are...

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With hearts closed, 
And arts wide opened; 
They looked on-
As a soul gradually turned off
Again,
The misset sat;
On that road of this and that
Indeed,  its a system of maladies
These times are ill

With thoughts paralysed, 
By...

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I once met a toad who thought he was man
Now that fairy tale I can understand

I heard of a man who thought he was toad
Now really, such high sights he might implode

Man or Toad, his...

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Sanity Slipping
          by Odin Roark

For today,
There is but a subliminal haze.

Soon…

They’ll realize spring as summer,
An impatient today
Rapidly becoming tomorrow’s scorched yesterday.

They’ll remind themselves
Of gardens once blooming,
Now...

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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...

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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...

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Applauses were even, numbers and faces were odd.
Clay was molded and fate washed her palm
Sentences were bold as my story was told.
One of a rusty heart of iron stitches
One of haggard feet of million hitches.
The...

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Unconditional love in 2003 was the greatest gift ever given to me.
Matrimony ceremony dressed in pink; wedded bliss satisfied our link.
At 12:01 we two, that morn’, gave assurances of life, which love adorned.
We began the...

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Stan the Snail even has his own coloring book at https://www.amazon.com/Stan-Busy-Snail-Gail-DeBole/dp/B09MDVQLTR!
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Poem written by Gail DeBole on 4/30/2013 and updated on 10/2/2018

Transit System
The underside of a gutter guard
Moved for mowing...
Destination - 7 feet away from home.
Stan...

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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...

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BY LYDIA BRESCIA JULY 2011


FOXTAIL TRAILS

THE GENTLE WIND TOUCHES FOXTAILS OUTLINING THIS COUNTRY ROAD.
THEY GLISTEN WITH SUNLIGHT POINTING OUT A DIRECTION YET UNTRIED.

LIFE BECKONS LIKE THAT, TO THE UNBEATEN PATH, TO SEE IF WE GET...

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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...

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Individuality in decisions, expressions, actions and consequences
Never an island of oneself but also not under the mercy of others
Direct enjoyment of any corresponding benefit well deserved
Everlasting freedom with no hitches or pauses
Proper interaction with a...

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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...

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Love can last a lifetime
not just a fling for a short of time
watch the lovebirds fly,
together soar the sky.

Love like this i want to feel,
from the start to end they shared
the bliss and delight, the...

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