Best Hot Hand Poems
My man is Bluebeard
On this holiday for two
And I don't want to go
To spend every hour asleep or awake
With him
His voice controlling every action
every movement moment.
I will be caught in the might
of his King Kong grip
Alternately controlling
then beseeching
The needy man child
desperate to be loved
that makes this monstrous He
That must subjugate and control the She
To leave nothing to chance
In this the field of love
To hold and crush in his hot hand
the fragile wilting bloom
Content with that death
for ownership is all.
save me from hells hot hand
draw me on to heaven's graceful grip
once i am in your path lead me on to a world
of green grass
pink and purple butterflies
i am yours and i need you to mold me
make me the women i should be
make me enjoy being me
when i look in the mirror i want to smile
its hard being strong and weak at one time
build my courage to go out and get what i need
i am sorry for the wrong i have done in the past
and i will make up for it
its gonna be hard but i will
do it for you
i hope these words get to you
and u lead me to a road with success
written on it
if i turn to the road of failure
I WILL SUFFER
Candles burned bright richly warm
ambience mellow and red
with love I touched his hot hand
when soft snoring heard
Cold Steel, Hot Blood
Cold blue steel gleaming in the night,
coldly importuning a hot hand,
death clad in a copper jacket,
innocent flesh and blood outmanned.
Sight lines of anger and rage,
beads drawn on defenseless souls,
whether purposeful or random,
take a disastrous bloody toll.
Since the savage hand of murder
clenched the gun in lieu of the sword,
shots echoing through city canyons,
lay waste all hope of urban accord.
Abraham, Martin and John,
Ronald took a bullet too,
loyal servants of the people
who died in our gun crazy zoo.
Trigger pulls by unhinged souls
stain the breaking news of the day..
A shameful national curse
that won't end with Santa Fe.
Bodies riddled with ammunition
meant to wound, maim and slay
fired from guns so easily bought
thanks to zealots of the NRA.
The glass she placed down on the table
She would have another now, if she were able
The pain melted for just a little while
This amber liquid could make her smile
Her life was spiraling down and down like the drink
Round and down, but she thought she would not sink.
Inner strength she knew that she possessed
Would it save her when she was put to the test?
The pains the problems would all dissipate
She would show them all, if it wasn’t to late.
This amber nectar she knew was just a crutch
As the last straw, the drowning man will clutch.
The dregs in the glass, they are smiling now
Tempting her-fill me once more, you know how.
“I make you feel better, most of the time
Go on take another sip, it isn’t a crime.”
The man at her side put his hot hand on her knee
Squeezing it, “I’ll get another in and then we will see.”
You get on outside the customers are waiting
Get out and work now, there’s no more debating.
You will earn what you drink, that’s what you desire
This amber nectar is now all you require.
You know nothing in this life ever comes free
Now get on out there and earn money for me.
And with a last sip this saddened lass
Drained the now painfully empty beer glass…
Entry for the "And with a sip" contest by Paula Swanson
Written: November 25, 2023
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A delicate snowflake in a picturesque frosty nook
flagitious, frightful sky, frequently falling
Silently, "I don't wish to thaw on your hot hand."
The searing fire in your heart is even worse.
Amid quiet, gossamer candor, and praise
Embrace, glamor, and romance...
Goals are sketched with a quivering quill.
Thunder and a bolt of light struck as we met.
I am bound to your flaming mind and spirit.
For the rest of my life, I'd be confined...
Splitting from you is never what I desire.
Bestow a kiss on the crisp, forlorn flowers.
Favor frosty forms friendly and fetching
Traces of the past taint ethereal times.
Diaphanous, dulcet, deep rhythmic melody
Whispering on the wings of epiphany
Are you writing a tribute to sweet lyrics?
Cherry blossoms dangle across the neck.
Whilst basking in the moonlight
Shivering and mulling
Only fragrance lingers while I meet you.
We snuggled in a cozy bed after a hectic day.
Your soft caress leads me to a balmy moment.
My pulse skips as I glimpse your agog blue gaze.
You've added warmth to my cold room.
Feelings that are fantastic and fanciful
Gracefully, you exude the glimmer of a sigh.
Is there sufficient time to carve out a lasting style?
Will a sepia world manage to discern flavor?
Kaleidoscopic dreams...
A bold yet hazardous query
to a damsel brimming with zeal.
Squatting down on the cold, firm earth
Where do all dreams stem from?
Bestow a sincere serenade on the balmy vista.
But we may require some icy blankets.
One option is the silky linen that clings to her body.
Hungry for trust that is soaked in love...
Unveiled under the swaying trees of passion
Embracing the well-known roots is pure air.
Sparrows and swans provide relaxing tunes.
A lovely memory of the sweet longing...
You will never be alone, dear.
Let’s rob the sperm bank
and save all those
from ever having to be
born of a cheap
woman and an unknown man
who got his kick,
alone, in a deposit closet.
Save them from ever
realizing they came about because
of a Playboy mag and a
willing, hot hand. Save
them from knowing their
mom bought them from
the bank because she couldn’t,
wouldn’t, shouldn’t trust anyone
she knew to give her what she
wanted without the threat
of commitment to life.
Written for a creative writing class in 1990.