Best Left Hand Poems

Memories of once the sun shined,
oiled and tanned we denied
the only living book and subtle nudges.
Nothing but truth in the grave
when too in love with everything
reached the top and found nothing
but the pain of a flame’s dedication
and an absolute conviction,
replays the familiar
screams and whispers them.
Strain...

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I love to write poetry!
Is it the new pen?
Or the words?

Contest:  Quinzaine
By:  Dr. Ram Mehta
Jenny Emelander  7/11/11


No. 3 place win in Dr. Ram Mehta's "Quinzaine" Contest
7/15/2011...

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Now already we can boldly vomit out:
Nights spent at the bedside;
Late comings to the office;
 Birthday present money collected with a trembling hand;
Cards stuck in cash machines;
Cinema tickets;
Rubbish bins attached to electricity;
Contraceptives;
Invented love	
History oriented on politics;
Amicable trip ups;
Story of two seas and a little girl,-
As...

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Depression breeds artistry and keen insight,
Mania makes life a thrill ride;
Fever lends emotion a scalpel’s edge,
And mistakes cast much needed light.

Ugly is beautiful, and lies sound so pretty,
Blindness makes hearing quite keen;
Tragedy brings out the best in man,
And the rain washes everything clean.

Bruises are beautiful—such...

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As human creatures do not recognize each other
I think: it’s time for us to stand one after another.
And some time ago, - it was when
I was wrapped in your body as in the wool blanket
and pushed two paper ships into the salty lakes - 
your...

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Let’s quickly massacre our children.
Overcut the soft dewlap with a sharp metal and breathe out.
Deeply breathe out. 
Breathe out and let out:
All our dreamless night;
Our tiredness of nothing;
As if we are sinking the white ships in the past;
As if we declined an eyelash, 
On another...

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You look like something I drew with my left hand
And I'm bilingual, but I'm sure you know where I stand
Don't mean to offend
But invert to your other end
Most assuredly you'll be much more in demand...

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The Left Hand of Darkness tells the story of a lone human emissary from Terra  sent to facilitate Winter's inclusion in a growing intergalactic civilization.

However, in doing so he must come to view in the differences of those of the completely dissimilar culture that...

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I held your hand, You squeezed tightly
When I embraced further.
I held you closer still, You did not resist
When I rested my head on yours.

I realised then, I realised all at once
How much you meant, how much I wanted.
Never been so scared, The thought that time
Of...

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Well, my left sided hand just isn’t my fave, 
I don’t let it do anything,
If there’s ever a contest of “Who is the best?”, 
My right is the one that will win,

It can’t button, can’t write, can’t hold a cold beer, 
Can’t handle a racquet...

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There is a man – he is still alive in his eyes
and he is dragging his body beyond his own look.
Look here, we too believe: 
as soon as he reaches the ruins
he will crush his head under the mill-stone.
The horizon is too vast.
Only it is...

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As human creatures do not recognize each other
I think: it’s time for us to stand one after another.
And some days ago, - it was when
I was wrapped in your body as in the wool blanket
and the whole autumn tumbled outside,
I pushed two paper ships
in the...

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Homeland, do spread a net in the hungry child’s eyes.
Fishes grab with backbones the seaweeds in the swampy coloured lake.  
Homeland, have no mercy on us, show your utmost hate.
 It’s so easy to reserve in regret ...
For global hardship we will justify the...

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People do not choose foreign cities.
A foreign city can be discovered even in your own town, -
it means when you pass by and it is impossible to recognize people.
Look, a baby is lying at my feet, it is drown in the blood.
Look, streets have made...

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Let’s everybody massacre our children.
Grown-ups .   To be grown-ups.
Those who could not be born
And never asked for. 
Who overtook us in birth,-
Has got old;

Who was dreamt up by us from the lines on the palms;
Was not loved by us;
Not hated and
Still loved.
Who accused...

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