Short Hauling Poems
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Train whistle of desperation
Speaks of others travels
Is it hauling people or cattle?
One big difference
People wear tennis shoes
one day the jungles last best hope
was swinging from trees on a rope
when jane plotted a joke
hauling water which to soak
and lather vines with gobs of soap.
A
WW Homestead
Autumn
By Tom Wright
10-10-2019
Leaves falling,
Winter stalling,
Firewood hauling,
Geese calling,
Couch sprawling,
Footballing.
The traitor
seized fond dreams
and rent my soul
on a hurdle of nails
hauling innocence
toward sour odours;
the steel nemesis
christened cosmetic
under searing light
and coerced oblivion.
red F-150
fancy double cab
huge V10 engine
ebony windows
air conditioning
keyless entry
power door locks
heated mirrors
good for hauling
muddying
off roading
traveling
climbing
racing
truck
Hauling Santa across quite a span
Gave tired reindeer a devious plan
When he grew too obese
Stuck in a chimneypiece
They replaced him with a lighter man
12.13.18
For Reindeer limerick contest
Her satin pants and bra kept slipping
she was forever at them hauling
her knicks around her ankles
her face as red as bangles
as at them she kept on tugging
written 04/26/2015
Contest: Limerick sponsor Jan
Soul abducted by a fermented sweet drops
Morose temper, hauling like a deranged fox
Tongues idle within cracked lips
Herbs ashing between finger tips
A brawl stirred, Victims refugee on roof tops.
Lebo-gFaith
Lights out
flicker and fade
Sunshine soaking up shade
never-ending road
destination unknown
Coal-burning train
hauling a heavy load
Long narrow tunnel
Light at the end
Knowing what's after
We can only pretend
Hauling up
the debris of your life
in failing light.
*
Bending like grass.
Standing like a solid rock-
where did you reach ?
*
The fatal night-
to remove the downy velvet
from your sharp antlers.
Satish Verma
As I sit quietly on my bed,
The voices still swirl in my head,
What they are saying,
Keeps replaying,
No matter how hard I try,
They just wont die,
My destiny is calling,
Time out, no more over hauling,
My ancestors are telling me,
Go forward and Be!
Hauling huge heifers to High Heavens
Seems somewhat simple but not heaven sent
Because bulls’ brides can be back-breaking...
Welcome to Wycombe! Smell heavenly scent!
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A Twist my Tongue Contest
Hosted by Nina Parmenter
© 16th January 2020
MAVEN
MAVEN
hauling notes as
raven
going
to Mars. Is life
growing
up in
the atmosphere’s
chagrin...
04.06.2021
Musette
*MAVEN: (acronym) Mars Atmosphere and Volatile Evolution. It is an orbiter spacecraft
*solarsystem.NASA.com
*Haiku winner poems included in 2013 payload
On the lake with expensive gear I troll
On the bank is a kid with willow pole
Much to my chagrin
He's hauling them in
I can't get a nibble to save my soul
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 in John Freeman's "Limericks About Fishing" Contest - May 2011
I release and set you free.
I take the guilt to keep.
And as you soar with my memory...
More sweet than bitter, I wish.
I trudge on in life, a lesser self, hauling my deep regret.
That which I passed up in you, the right that proved wrong- I agonize.
If I could do it once more… I’d give my heart for you to take.
It was four in the morning
when he entered the 7-Eleven
and pointed at the cash register.
A middle-aged woman
hands over a pile of dollars.
He tells her: “My name is Jesus – follow me.”
She checks her makeup.
He waits patiently for her in the parking lot.
They drive away in a beat-up truck
hauling gardening tools.
Butterfly interrupted.
Fear grips the flowers
eaten by the winds.
I seek the guilt for
not walking on the dunes
to build a sky.
The cracked roof
lets in the rain. I
drench my driftwood.
One day a god will sit
on my altar to speak
to ailing mother-
earth hauling away
the burden of waste
of human verbiage.
Satish Verma
The crushing night left me with little remorse
We approach down;
The hauling wind doesn't take so much from
The beast that ripped ma clothes off,
Hearts be passing,
we see through a chest - cracked open
The trumpet of ma heart beat
Doesn't forget to remind me to dance to this sad melody
Yes you KNOW, you have seen..
THE HEART OF A POET
Fraternising
the needles
on abbreviated lips.
Handful of sand
hauling uphill.
Code of particles
feels the entire lie.
You wear mauve
when I cry.
Like diatoms
in eyes.
Erase the sun
from my hairs.
I am turning black.
The brine
had encroached all around.
The brown grass, the soaked laughter,
but I will come again in disbelief.
Satish Verma
how to be
while i am offer out of your tongue
spoken past
today no cast
mold in the dye
laughter and decaying denile
locked in a single soaring, owner
prevailing gumption
detailing winded engine
haunts of limber war
hauling the desert core
i seek and ask of neither bother
nor trolling auctioneers limbs
in a midst, a twist and astair
From here I see again - not property
Men mangled and maimed by history
Not the shadows in chains
Chipping and hauling wooden flesh
Creation with more license
Than God on the silver skin
Carried its cargo before the wind
Of meaninglessness -
Here looks across the shining city
The muted mist of history
And here stand only as man
Nonnegotiable, nothing less.
They swim like tadpoles.
Thoughts!
I was waiting at the far end of pond.
Heartburn increases at dusk,
fierce battle of blazing stripes
on blankets.
On the scarlet face
a bridge was burning
in wide open eyes.
Somebody takes an aim
hauling a runaway bruise.
Blood comes out roaring.
Weep, my stars,
ice was thin –
drowning the lake.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
When hauling a load,
I rarely explode,
but I have to share a gripe.
Since you wouldn't yield,
I'm out in the field;
you ignored the double stripe.
Apology’s owed;
your eyes left the road
deciding which way to swipe.
I mean, what the heck,
your choice caused a wreck;
I sure hope that he’s your type!
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An Alouette that doesn't really fit either contest
O' love the heart is a blueprint of sky
Empty and darkness engulf at high
Of love no vastnesses there is
Of tear no drops of the ocean there is
Merely a salty sigh is flying on the lonely jeered sky
On the peak of mind tower just hauling a roar
No arrow, no bow, no Cupid in abjured nature
Every rose has died by its thorns and snare
-October 07, 2018 Chattogram
Some Pacific islanders are all alone.
For money, they use big heavy pieces of stone.
The island of Yap is where they conduct this trade.
To live here, I would be a bit afraid.
It seems only the strongest people would be rich.
Hauling those monetary units would be a *****.
I hope I never land here if I am cast adrift.
If I do, where can I rent a forklift?