Best Hands On Poems

Dear Connie advised hands on healing
My husband thought this so appealing
I said hands off my chest
I can heal my own breast
With a flea in his ear he’s reeling!

Connie is a reiki practitioner and has been sending me distance healing. She advised me to do 'hands...

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savagery, alive in eyes - his snarling menace breaking my body



Susan Ashley
July 30, 2017


~ Second Place ~
Contest - Monoku 1: Your Best
Sponsor - Silent One...

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The coyote circles
he always circles
he shadows the path
of our existence
set by the pattern
of wind blown seeds

The old man sleeps
while his children 
play by the fire

He thinks he is 
still the slayer
of enemies
that are long gone

The crow waits
in a ragged nest 
for us
to move on 

My...

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Firm breasts

Hands test




;-)...

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Teach successfully
Through technology
Productivity

By Robb A. Kopp...

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as there is no was ,in recongnition
of status,or rely on previous laurel
whose standard is foredone and
broken,so shld each soul treasure
the name in one hand alone.
who does solitary shun,and loves
with i to build the most concrete of
marks,come forth with both hands,as i,
we shall carve the fortress...

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Feedback - flight or fight – it’s due to enzymes.
God put it in our brain, safeguard for crimes;
fear is normal, a good thing many times.

Facts fog up when fear uses its strong-arm. 
What is meant to keep us sheltered from harm
can fail just like any...

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Death dangles his hands in my front
Like a pendulum Bob,
Yet,I'm not scared ,
even though I lost my entire family 
in s fatal auto crash,I'm not afraid ,
Got deformed in a gas explosion ,
Losing my foster parent ,I remain 
unperturbed; I will over come,
My eyes are...

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Breadmould on my stale slice of bread
This was my lunch left for dinner gone bad

I’m attempting to write about someone else’s circumstance
In who’s world this is true - forgive my pretence

I cannot divorce my thoughts from worry
The burden of my heritage I must carry

I drive...

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HANDS

ambidexterous, mine and yours, yet clasping each other
in prayer for poets - and Elizabeth or Lisa - best for sister, mother...

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God resting
His weary hands
upon the
storm but
Letting His
will
Diminish
it...

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Baseball Betty asked her new boyfriend to help teach the little girl baseball.
She had no idea that Stanford had never been to a game.
He did not know how it was played.
He had never held a bat.
Or possibly one ball.

For an hour and a half Betty...

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E-arly twenty-third January, 
M-onday morn starts to break; 
Z-enith and beacon heal 
Y-our pain and your heartache. 

P-ure delight and mirth 
A-re brought to the day; 
L-et the dark evening end, 
O-ne lonely night fades away. 
M-ist and haze are both gone, celebrate your birth...

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This world experience
is an on-going story
with no hands writing it.

There are no hands but yours.
Imagination needs fingers
if it is to shape an idea,
and thought needs a glove
to become its reality.

In the end, there is no beginning,
in the beginning there is no end,
all in-betweens are a...

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