Best Handless Poems

The fish is a creature cold and wet
Hooked by line and trawled by net,
Easy to catch and yummy to eat
Fried in oil or seared by heat.
I must admit I eat my share
So my guilt I sadly bear.
Handless and legless they strive to survive
Yet they are...

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It's nothing

Nothing more than a slump
Or a low
A mere depression
So I am told

But it's deeper than that
It's more of a chasm

So dark you can't see your hand in front of your face
Feeling to see if you have a face
Feeling faceless
Feeling handless
You can't pull yourself out...

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Hand in hand glued I walk with you
I am a waveless sea without you
I am a honeyless bee without you
I am a rootless tree without you

		You are my fate a true soulmate
		I am a feelingless kiss without you
		I am a peaceless niche without you
		I am...

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"That also has a steep drop off the far side of Home Sweet Hell" said my soulless guide as he pointed in the direction of the nearby screams. 
I could see what resembled silhouettes or smeared shadows  of something being thrown or tossed off...

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Fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honor with heart deeper 
Than deepest sea;full 
Of mysteries.
 Mother of all humans.
Mystery herself,emanates 
power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendor.
 She in the cage of 
Subjugation patiently
Stayed,never 
complaining But...

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A fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honour wit heart deeper 
Than the deepest sea;ful 
Of mysteries.
The mother of all humans
A mystery herself that 
Emanates power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has for 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendour.
She in the cage...

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I was complaining about walking,
Until I met a man with no feet.
I was complaining of too much talking,
Until I met a man who couldn’t speak.

I was complaining of getting old,
Until I passed a baby's grave.
I was complaining my hands were cold,
Until I saw a handless...

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I just don't know
If this is how the even; flows:

The wind is good tonight, but i'm tired of the chill( fresh; an interesting definition that wouldn't be helpful if added to that sentences) like a handless slap:( ..cause that was better..)a threadless cloth that covers.

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SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

cool wind and red souls —
the passion-keepers
of the Superbowl

couples under warm blankets
converse about commercials
thumbs up and thumbs down

inside company pokes holes
into the crackling wood
of Southern hospitality

though none can claim
this as their birthplace
we cover North, West

and Palestine. Sings Gladys
with honor and respect
the National Anthem

hands over...

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We all have moments when happiness rings true
When everything seems to finally be going right
No nimbus clouds to spoil blue skies or the view
until fate steps in and our lives turn dark as night.

What efforts we've made to stay in balance is lost.
No matter what...

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I met a man not long ago
Who had a funny mark:
He only had one eye, you see,
But his demand was stark.

He said to me, “Now listen here,
You silly, little man.
Make one remark about my eye
And I’ll cut off your hand.”

It struck me odd that he...

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They called themselves
the "Moody Glues"
like jets in flight
higher than kites
huffing to no note deadbeat drummers
forever marching covertly across handless
fields of teenage want.
Tubing--a way countering neigh-boring hoods
of muddle class clones, quickly learning the
brown bag cost
Fuming to convey their High brain frost.
Dig it daddyo, cool beans, the...

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I
Is Harmony the trace thou leave in dance?
And will whose hear quivers thy neck,
When from thy silent kiss will hence
The breath of light and yet its wreck.
II
Where are thou? from a echo lace
The frailty's jar of pure and dense
Waves on which is reflect'd face
whose brow...

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I’m heartless. 
I don’t know where my heart is.

Hateful, 
I’m looking for my happiness.

But I can’t move, 
I’m footless. 
Grounded feeling low 
like the ground is.

I’m guideless. 
and I’m eyeless,
but I can see the pain that’s within this.

So I’m paralyzed and blinded.

You can’t see the...

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Sandra  Stanwick Ain't Butter Sandwiches


anguish, bandage
Sandra  Stanwick
banish,  bandits
bandits, bandwidth,
standing, branding    
handless manage
vanquish vantage
languish, manage
language, mannish
Spoken token 
 spanish

handed, handle
candid, candle, 
wearing arraying
mandich, manish, 
sandals, , spandex, , , 
stanich,stranded,
tannish, vanish
ate, eight
butter clutter
sandwhiches

05/24/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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