Best Callused Poems

Callused fingers press vibrating strings,
drawing passion from a violin.
And with burnished wood snug to his cheek,
the violinist plays from his heart.

Subtle vibes saturate my being
as...

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Those stars that sailors follow
Guiding less the sea to swallow

And the night seas black as tar
Beyond the wave a land afar

Halyards taught, blocks in tallow
Breezes...

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STAND WITH A FACE OF HUMILITY

Thou curse a great angel to fall 
from the heavens of glory and power,
though let man build towers for himself...

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 Dedicated to My Miracle's Father, with Love



I have loved him since I was young.
Through every cloud, he rose the sun.
His work was honest –...

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As I sat on the bed, and opened the box
I fondled the keepsake, in the palm of my hand
It is tied to a youth that...

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Blue petals of a forget-me-not
juxtapose a white marble headstone,
and weighing heavy upon my heart
I play my violin all alone.

Looking out of place on the white...

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Life’s never easy when you are riding the range
You grow use to hard times waiting for things to change
Sit around a campfire singing an old...

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Are we not blind-registered children, 
tripping over our future tails? 
Sight unseen enabled 
for the will of night prevails. 

Within the cone of silence 
curve...

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Barefoot on the paving slab chill, concrete
feet feel frostbite emanations in their callused souls;
rooftop mystique clamours silent slate triangles,
perched the stray cat observers, red-eyes smoking...

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Twisted Heart

Bruised and throbbing. A twisted heart. 
No going back, the point of no return. 
You spit your “empty” words at me,
Though your words are...

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The giant beast grasped her in callused claws ...

          Chaos swirled like the pupil of some...

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More rocks than soil on those flinty hills
Where he tilled the grudging land.
He chopped the sprouts and manned the plow,
With cracked and callused hands.
No stranger...

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Second chances are rarely granted
Wishes on stars are eternally chanted
I come to you in pieces to make me whole
I look into your eyes, but somehow...

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Could I hold your hand in my rough callused own
Walk you through soft Summer rain
Hold you so closely my nostrils explode
In joy so exquisite it’s...

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People sometimes tell me the heirlooms given to me hold no value over how my heart feels, but these things have memories, stories of where...

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