Best All Fingers And Thumbs Poems

Beyond The Open Door

She stretches her arms across your abyss,
so that she can covertly open your door.
She cries as she peeks into your eyes,
for you hold onto a grief that does not belong.
She promises to baptize you with positivity.
Sadly she cannot promise you wholeness.
Eternal bliss...

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A girl around 13, sitting at a kitchen table of the home where she baby sits,
is waiting for the woman of the house to finish getting ready to leave.
She is startled by two brazen hands coming surreptitiously from behind her,
fingers and thumbs beginning to gently...

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She stretched her arms across your abyss,
so that she could covertly open your door.
She cried as she peeked into your eyes,
for you held onto a grief that did not belong.
She promised to baptize you with positivity,
but she could not promise you wholeness.
Eternal bliss waits until...

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The importance of wearing gloves.
The importance of putting them on, just so.
The quality of this gesture shows the world
one's good breeding, set apart.

The importance of putting fingers and thumbs
into their proper place,
done poorly, there's a chance of being caught,
committing a grand faux pas that would...

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Charlie. I worked with Charlie for 14 years. He was a little older than me, did the same job. Sure had the "highs and lows" - he must have been manic-depressive or bipolar or something. He'd blow up, but remained a good friend. Charlie was...

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The French call it "dix" - the Romans used X
The number of lords that are leaping Xmas
The total of fingers and thumbs on both hands
The base used for metric - both metres and grams
Count hydrogen atoms in compound butane
Downing Street doorstep, our PM's domain
Legs on...

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Have you seen dudes feed their dates on straw or hay?
I have! I have been through the States of usa!
A society watched aghast at the Kentucky Derby
As the jockey got half-mast and Ken snuck into Barbie.

Now hand in hoof they trot along
Love's aloof, is it...

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They’ve found a body in my back yard. I
imagine what a dead house would look 
like. A stillborn Brownstone with its Jurassic 
sandstone hiccupping fossils and family 
feuds. Terrace houses would ripple rumour
and rife gossip from one mirrored house to the
next, those prison bars on...

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Well some they say though straight or gay
Get fun from innuendo
While others wait ‘til dark
To get their kicks outside your window

Some do the deed without a sound
Some labour in the dark
While others roars would wake the dead
Some sing out like a lark

Variety’s the spice of...

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Silhouettes in fume thump to a doom, 
They stomp with the rhythm of drums,
They point to the sky and spread open wide, 
Their wrists and fingers and thumbs,

These thousands of people joined at the hip, 
Joined by a common desire,
To lose themselves in the roar...

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[in the interest of peace and harmony: this is
an observation on needles in general and not
on Covid vaccinations]

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Only time will tell the outcome of this rhyme,
Whether it will succeed in the nick of time.
So better safe than sorry, as they say,
A good beginning makes a good ending, I pray. 

I’ll write a little bit of this and a little bit of that,
All...

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A thief,doctor even a man of the cloth,
 life and death, you can have one but never both.
Many seek survival at all cost.
A last breath, the battle and war are lost.
The preacher says dust to dust.
The buried now a mere fragment of the past.
Here death...

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World Ends Tomorrow

The World will to end tomorrow,
I know that to be true,
It was written in The Forecaster,
Right at the top of page Two.

Hopefully it happens in the Evening,
Tomorrow’s my busy day,
Dentist appointment, Two-Thirty,
Overdue Gas bill to pay,

Meeting the Bank Manager at Ten,
Overdraft taken a...

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It begins with a chase, where I jump swerve and run
Always two steps ahead of my frustrated mum
I duck under the table and knock over chairs
rush down the hallway and dash up the stairs

When finally she grabs me; she does every time
I wiggle and wrestle,...

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