Long Haul Poems - Poems about Long Haul

In long-haul dreams, we set our sights far-off on distant shores, Assuming that each step, each choice, each twist, will open doors, Will keep us heading steadfastly ahead, right on course! Yet time reveals the dead-weight drag of our remorse. Looking back on the shortfalls, on the litter of regrets stowed As keepsakes to repay, all the time-wasters, for ransom...

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So many life struggles come our way filled with tension and anxious thoughts these thoughts are used to put us down by the enemy of our souls, Satan's clot Personally speaking life's full of tension all my day's been stammering stuck the tension produced in me so sore bringing blocks in speech like an Arctic truck Sometimes you've just got to hang in...

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A desire sets off towards a place far inland whose spires lift like raised pikes on the horizon. There is always a "somewhere" hanging in the sky above your head, an El Dorado, a glistening pot, a floodlit dream plastered like a billboard on a roadside hoarding promising a better life on Paradise Island Estate. But you never get there, petering out...

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After 5 hours of flying and sitting we display an assorted redundancy a sanctioned paraphernalia. Rumpled files of sartorial inelegance squeezed shoulder to shoulder. A night flight, the tube is wheezing tainted air. We are a junkyard for travelers moving not by our own motion but brought together in economy class because we are all out of other options. The French have terms for these sleeping arrangements: 'Maisones...

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She is a long-haul trucker, traveling the open road. Rough and tough as she has to be but no more than. Her children are at home with her husband, stay-at-home-dad. Why do you do it? People ask her. Have you ever been at home with sixteen children? She replies. The school teachers understand instantly. The other mothers, not so much....

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This life can sometimes feel lonesome and that’s perfectly okay, Our strong muscles and bones are shouting out that we’re here to stay. Even if we are housing the prehistoric birds of prey. It’s much like a lonely white pine growing high and mighty on a rocky mountain side. The challenges are excruciating and the elements we can’t decide. However,...

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Long Haul With Trump Wall What could happen with Trump and his wall, Would have created trouble over long haul; With women crushes; Law many brushes; Always be very annoyed when he did appall. Comments appreciated and can be unrelated or even inundated. Jim Horn Bush 41. I was born in 1941. He was born 6-12-24. 1948 1nd 1996 also had significant impacts on...

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You think I'm sprinting... This is just the beginning, Not even sweating My heart is barely beating Living for long-haul loving...

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Claude Debussay didn't inspire me As red sun set a fiery red ball And I ran away with no shawl Knowing there was no way to flee Trapped in your shuttered bourgeoisie Behind the mask, a plastered glee Pull Daisy's petals let them fall He loves me, loves me not at all The keys pound music none esprit It ends, made it through the...

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