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Hands

Featuring: Leonora Galinta
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Take My Hands
I Offer Them To You
Hold Them Tight
Never Let Them Go!!!
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~MY HANDS~

With all the time on my hands
I gave my hands one job.
 My Hands   -The Artist-

My hands paint everything in my life
they paint my weakness, my strength 
they paint the fire in my eyes
they hold me when I'm cold
When I need them the most,

Like an architect, my hands colored my childhood,
In one touch they drew the plans and layouts of my life.
My hands *very articulate, are they?* 
They continue to sew and show the way  
Sometimes, my hands paint the truth
Sometimes, my hands paint lies
---  Painting hurtful images on drywall
My palms, my fingers embedded calluses from every fall
Creating images, healing my heart
Sometimes my hands are the only friend I see. 

With no words to say
I caress the sky like a mime
My hands ride the wind, 
My hands paint the world, 

Young and pretty fingerprints 
They feel, they hold, they grip
Don't let go!

Clever and cute
It's time for motherhood
My hands painted your first hold
Traced your first smile
A painting I treasure in my heart
Yes! A Rembrandt they became during birth 
Now you're all grown up...:-(  
Embarrassed to embrace the hold
One day when I'm old,
 you will hold my hands and remember the gold.

My hands paint designs when it comes to love
sometimes a masterpiece 
sometimes a mistake
sometimes my hands feel images I can't describe
Handicap moments when lost
--- My hands perfect when in love
They write songs when complete
So many interlock moment with you
Firm, the perfect match, my fingers spoke.

My hands  -The Artist-  they've been told!!!
Held so many times,
always meeting, greeting,  
waving hello's and goodbyes... 
((you see my hands, they smile too))

Painful, arthritis, cuts, bruises
pinching my way through reality. 
Reaching holding on to dreams
clapping, snapping fingers, we are a team.

My hands age in every turning page
Shriveled and old
Still you embrace and love the hold
My hands touch and made a difference,
my hands employed by me!
My hands give and pray
Right and Left, they know their duty!
When they are bored, they tap-tap
and draw THAT annoying noise.

My hands know secrets, a fortune teller can't reveal
they hold the past, present, and  future in every line.

I extend my hands, without flipping the bird
Thank you, Hands, I enjoy a good sign language show!

In my next life, or so, I will praise my hands
Yes so beautiful, tender, they love to feel.......

My Hands   -The Artist-
I can't believe with all the time on my hands,
I forgot to mention I'm left-handed.

by: PD

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 1/23/2017 1:58:00 PM
A nice piece you've got here.
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Date: 11/21/2016 9:16:00 PM
This is one of my favorites. You made me think more deeply about something that most of us take for granted. Our hands are such an important part of our life's story.
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Date: 8/15/2016 9:00:00 PM
A totally apt description and tribute to that part of us that we use so much and ultimately take for granted. I think this is my favorite one. Thanks so much for your warm welcome
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Date: 7/14/2016 12:09:00 PM
Interesting piece... You have quite a following, and rightfully so!
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Date: 7/9/2016 6:43:00 PM
Truly wonderful
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Date: 7/2/2016 9:28:00 PM
Truly well composed. Great applause, a big hand for you. Hugs
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Date: 5/17/2016 11:43:00 AM
Well, they say that only left-handed people are in their 'right' mind. BUT I believe that brevity is the soul of wit...and poetry. Hence, a little tersity and laconicism might improve this valiant try. Tenderly written and, hopefully, softly accepted. LOL
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Date: 4/9/2016 4:02:00 AM
An excellent poem for everyone to reflect on. Thank you, Linda for sharing!
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Date: 4/1/2016 7:29:00 AM
Wonderful creation. Stupendous........
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Date: 2/6/2016 8:04:00 PM
Very nice piece PD
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Date: 1/10/2016 12:59:00 AM
I like you word flow.
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Date: 12/1/2015 3:38:00 AM
Such a thought provoking...! Loved it.
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Dean Mobley
Date: 1/10/2016 1:05:00 AM
That means a lot to me. Thank you
Date: 11/22/2015 10:57:00 PM
Amazing!!!
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Date: 8/23/2015 5:47:00 AM
Absolutely beautiful way you wrote about The Hands, Linda! Seems any subject you tackle, you always come up with the best. Kim
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Date: 7/1/2015 7:23:00 AM
Awesome....surely the best I have read in a long while. Thanks for sharing this excellent write.
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Date: 3/8/2015 1:46:00 PM
Took my time reading this delightful poem, Linda. Not long ago I saw an expressive painting of two hands ...they would have truly complimented your poem. Somehow Elvis' song "I can't help falling in love with you" kept playing through my mind while reading this. Hugs ... paul
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Date: 1/14/2015 3:32:00 PM
A beautiful poem that conveys our hands' ability to animate our lives and thereby help define us. Excellent flow.
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Date: 9/3/2014 11:30:00 PM
ironically i used my hands to add this one too. now i have to run. i will try to finish the list tommorow. be well mignight poet.
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Date: 6/9/2014 3:18:00 AM
Our hands work a manifold of things.. :) However it depends on how these things are.. :) this a blast and a great deal of lesson here.. :) from the masterhands of LInda.. :) hugs. :)
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Date: 5/26/2014 10:45:00 PM
PD This is a great poem about your hands. You expressed everything hands can do, feel, convey and create. Thank you for the nice comment on my Nature poem.
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Date: 4/5/2014 1:34:00 AM
Your hands, nerves of navigating passion, knuckles of nuture, nails for warm scratch, palms soft as pleasure's whisper. This is how I feel them, what I Imagine Linda. Your hands are instruments of unpredictable life. A masterpiece, and FAV. J.A.B.
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Date: 1/20/2014 1:46:00 PM
This a super poem! You have encompassed life here on this small space. Sometimes my hands are the only friend I see. The above line especially touched me. I live alone and it just spoke to me. Lovely work! Thank you for your kind welcome some time ago. I had a computer disaster and it took time to get another machine.
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Date: 1/20/2014 9:19:00 AM
brilliantly expressed share of the heart...wonderful poetry
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Date: 1/10/2014 12:06:00 PM
Hi my loving sis & BFF! How are you? Hope you're doin well & so w/ your family! Biggest hugs to u fr me! Missing u. So glad to read this stellar poem of yours once again. Embracing &loving it as always. Your highly artistic hands had touched the lives of so many including me. TYSSSM once again for everything! Thanks a lot for loving my poems in your contest: Kissmark of The Sun & I Will B Faithful To U. More blessings to u & your love ones my dearest sis & Bff! tcare! lovem4evr, Leonora
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Date: 12/9/2013 7:33:00 AM
Awesome!!!
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