"hoggers" poems - Hello Poetry

nobody gave you their seat your bag looks heavy sagging on your round shoulder with the weight of twice and thrice told tales none of those seat hoggers likely cared to hear, in our penitent past you had to sit in the rear perhaps your bag holds stories that old, that bold, now you are front and center tethered to the bus and this world with a rubber cord, a hanging loop, for those who wait for simple seats or their journey’s end at some blurry stop, where others climb on with their own weights and woes and clasp the same old strap that drew defiant blood, the loop that once strangled freedom’s cries, but now is only a handle to grab for those who have no seat on the same old road

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Dec 29, 2012

Dec 29, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC

spysgrandson

the woman on the bus

nobody gave you their seat your bag looks heavy sagging on your round shoulder with the weight of twice and thrice told tales none of those seat hoggers likely cared to hear, in our penitent past you had to sit in the rear perhaps your bag holds stories that old, that bold, now you are front and center tethered to the bus and this world with a rubber cord, a hanging loop, for those who wait for simple seats or their journey’s end at some blurry stop, where others climb on with their own weights and woes and clasp the same old strap that drew defiant blood, the loop that once strangled freedom’s cries, but now is only a handle to grab for those who have no seat on the same old road

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Trolley lost with abandoned rage Car park full an inverted cage Wind and rain oh what a bore Loose trolley smashed into your door Ketchup bottle top, tons of crud Sink full up from your best bud Jobs not finished or badly rushed And toilets stinky left unflushed. Don't get me started on internet bloggers Or motorway madness middle lane hoggers At roundabouts waiting, sitting keen Folks turn off no indicator seen Another thing that gets my gaul Are those that drive with no lights at all And later patience is almost gone Come home to find all lights left on Don't get me wrong I do complain When the tv's drowned out with a plane So tonight I'll sit down with a beer And wish you all, Happy New year.

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Jan 3, 2018

Jan 3, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC

matt-walls

What drives you nuts

Trolley lost with abandoned rage Car park full an inverted cage Wind and rain oh what a bore Loose trolley smashed into your door Ketchup bottle top, tons of crud Sink full up from your best bud Jobs not finished or badly rushed And toilets stinky left unflushed. Don't get me started on internet bloggers Or motorway madness middle lane hoggers At roundabouts waiting, sitting keen Folks turn off no indicator seen Another thing that gets my gaul Are those that drive with no lights at all And later patience is almost gone Come home to find all lights left on Don't get me wrong I do complain When the tv's drowned out with a plane So tonight I'll sit down with a beer And wish you all, Happy New year.

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Show me your gods All fur, purr and bark Feather, skin, scale. Those demi beings that mark your heart and steal your soul. Those scraps of love That make hard days whole mornings bearable and nights A little less lonely, predictable or indeed a little less cold The bed hoggers, extra joggers The shoe chewers, the foremen the cuties, the mute beggers Soulful singers, paper bringers Howlers, growlers,meowers Chirpy talkers, hissers, water blissers, Princes waiting to be kissed sloppy drooly kissers, the sandpaper lickers The back leg kickers those who make biscuits those who sleep, like loaves of bread Tail waggers, live in baggers Perch dancers, walkies prancers **** machines, Catnip dreamers Redlight baskers Show me your gods.. be they small, large, short, tall Slim, plump, grim lumps Portly, courtly, royalty or hot fluffly messes Bring them out to parade with these god's a home is made and in these days dark and dreary We need these gods for when we become weary Of the world we've made We need somewhere to lay our hearts some thing that has a unlimited grab bag of fresh starts. These gods everyday the give you a bit of extra heart extra hope A reason to hang on to laugh to cry, to talk to sigh So show to me; your gods and say a prayer and thank the lord he made them with care.

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Jun 30, 2020

Jun 30, 2020 at 4:09 AM UTC

betterdays

The Big Parade

Show me your gods All fur, purr and bark Feather, skin, scale. Those demi beings that mark your heart and steal your soul. Those scraps of love That make hard days whole mornings bearable and nights A little less lonely, predictable or indeed a little less cold The bed hoggers, extra joggers The shoe chewers, the foremen the cuties, the mute beggers Soulful singers, paper bringers Howlers, growlers,meowers Chirpy talkers, hissers, water blissers, Princes waiting to be kissed sloppy drooly kissers, the sandpaper lickers The back leg kickers those who make biscuits those who sleep, like loaves of bread Tail waggers, live in baggers Perch dancers, walkies prancers **** machines, Catnip dreamers Redlight baskers Show me your gods.. be they small, large, short, tall Slim, plump, grim lumps Portly, courtly, royalty or hot fluffly messes Bring them out to parade with these god's a home is made and in these days dark and dreary We need these gods for when we become weary Of the world we've made We need somewhere to lay our hearts some thing that has a unlimited grab bag of fresh starts. These gods everyday the give you a bit of extra heart extra hope A reason to hang on to laugh to cry, to talk to sigh So show to me; your gods and say a prayer and thank the lord he made them with care.

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