John Lawless Poet Sonnet

Handle It

Handle It!


and thus the dirty hands crept ever close
searching for neither penny nor for pound
kept down by those of class who never rose
above the station birth to them had bound.

cold eyes that deign to gaze upon such need
immune to all the vagaries of life
hard hearts that clutch despair within their greed
pretentiously saluting drum and fife

soft hands of kneaded dough and watered soup
thin sliced bread spread liberally with love
scrapes pots bottom in hope of one more scoop
gentle lights, empty plates, no parting hugs

proud hands that hold the secrets of our wars
patrol the night lest we might see our flaws


11/18/2016

submitted to – Sonnet - Poetry contest

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Eve Roper November 26, 2016 at 3:32 PM John, I was intrigued on the use of words to support your thoughts very deep poem Thank you so very much for participating in my Sonnet contest Hugs Eve John Lawless December 1, 2016 at 10:28 AM Eve, thank you for your consistent and open Sonnet challenges. It is an honor to participate and place in any of them.

Anindya Mohan Tagore November 25, 2016 at 8:31 PM Just got mesmerised! Still reading it ... Thanks for sharing... Bobby John Lawless November 26, 2016 at 8:24 AM Thanks for stopping to read and comment.

Chris Green November 18, 2016 at 5:41 PM This was very deep. I read this three times and each time it affected me differently. Very nice John. John Lawless November 20, 2016 at 10:26 PM So, to me that is the ultimate poetic achievement, to imbue the poem with a multi-faceted metaphoric mystery. I appreciate your continuing support

Heidi Sands November 18, 2016 at 2:12 PM Good one John! John Lawless November 20, 2016 at 10:27 PM Thanks Heidi,