James Faulkner Poet Alliteration

Hands

These hands mend minds and massage maimed muscles  
These hands protect the powerless providing strength to suffering souls
These hands rarely rest, they’d rather
Save sinners souls from flinty fires
Carry cold welcoming waters toward the thirsty
Fetch food for famished fellows
These hands are always here

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Izzy Gumbo May 22, 2009 at 6:08 PM Outstanding.

Sharon Winter May 19, 2009 at 6:36 AM Awesome alliteration! Blessed hands. A beautiful write. Love, Shar

Izzy Gumbo May 18, 2009 at 5:54 PM Beautiful hands indeed you have. And a beautiful heart to move them with. With love my friend. Great writing.

Alley Poe May 17, 2009 at 8:41 PM I can feel the warmth the hands bring. -Alley

Ernilando Tugaff May 15, 2009 at 2:18 PM James, thumbs up for your well-penned poetry. Ernilando

May 15, 2009 at 9:37 AM Good use of alliteration to convey this uplifting message. Thank goodness for those hands. Blessings to you for sharing this poem with us. Have a wonderful day! Karen

Brian Strand May 15, 2009 at 12:05 AM Like the kyriellwe flavour as well James.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome observations.

Carrie Richards May 14, 2009 at 1:03 PM My hands are clapping for a poem well done!! ~ :)

Charmaine Chircop May 14, 2009 at 9:22 AM thanks for your kind comments--in my country we have a saying stating--hands are silver spoons--and it so is---thank God for thinking for all,even to give us hands--cheers to this one friend---charma