Best Right Hand Poems

The function of a human hand?
Writing a message, making a bed,
Opening a jar, dialing a phone,
Putting on pantyhose,
Touching the face of a child,
Or a lover.

And in its absence?
Yawning space and phantom pain,
And an oddly-shaped bandage
At the end of Angie’s arm.

PFC Hernandez, home in El Paso,
Watches...

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The ruffle of fleece at her neck
makes her feel manufactured, not born—
brushstrokes of windswept wool,
all soft edges and curves
the color of old milk.

Her lips were no artist's accident,
nor the smirk as she lurks
in the corner more knowing 
than any ewe usually dares. 
Coy smile, a...

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Good
at hiding 
it
won't know to look at
handicap
disability
embarrassment, worse than bad breath

must have smacked my head against something
when I was playing good cop, bad cop
and I was the suspect
guilty of something 
no doubt

Taken 
downtown
for interrogation
on why 
we didn't finish everything on the plate

Taken 
downtown
to the experts
on...

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My right hand is my strength and my guide
he is always by my side.

My right hand is my leader and friend
it is to him I turn when my life is need of a mend.

My right hand is the one I lean on the most
he is...

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Coulda been
the Hand of the Lying King,
if I didn’t tell the truth so much

Coulda been
Caesar’s right hand man,
if I was kill willing 
to have a shogun trigger touch

Coulda been
chief consigliore renown
for the don Corelone spiked crown
But I never wanted to know 
where the blood money...

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My Right Hand Holds Your Left I HOLD YOU AS WE WALK 


                            Ambrelea, we first met in...

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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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You knew me before I knew you…
It’s just us two against the world… My night, my day,
My savior every time I prayed. You never ever let me down…
You’re always on Queue… My sight
 My light, 
A pure reflection of my strength, my humor, my life...

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I expect to get mistreated if I try,
But I already know it will only be for a short time,
All this time with me you waged war,
Neverending...back and forth,
If I didn't agree with you, or play along,
Your hurtful words, and comebacks strong,
In a drunken stupor the...

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HE WEARS A COPPER BRACELET, 
WRAPPED AROUND HIS WRIST.
HE SPEAKS OF OLD MAN WINTER, 
OFTEN WITH A TWIST.
THE BUST OF OLD MAN WINTER, 
IS ON THAT COPPER BAND.
BOTH HE AND OLD MAN WINTER, 
ARE FROM UNWORLDLY ANCIENT LAND.
SOME SAY HE LIVED A THOUSAND LIVES, 
HE...

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You can cut off my legs
And any other part connected to my body
I love but my right hand
I write totally nothing without
My right hand
I can’t get satisfied 
If I don’t use 
My right hand
You can do any thing 
since you are threatening me
Save for one...

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Zebra plastered on your glue right-hand knot
near the end sorry.
Painted girls tossed in the air
hiding spoken truth.
Guitars bleached their long
silk hair.

I played with civil war's eternity
dust and held your wings
in the air's trust.
Catching butterfly spots.
Rainbow cream pies.
Remorse hides behind
deep pain.
I hide behind lonely eyes.

Everything is...

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naked and red and relentless rotten macabre mongrels murder my mother’s marriage. cats on cablecast killing civilization with their cryptic chartreuse eyes. sharks stealing shillings by swimming short of their assigned section and summoning their felicitous assassination. trees taking territory from terrestrials trying to tell...

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Loosing is all in the lessons
Planned by the master teacher
Taking heed to what is foretold 
Requires attention 
Center fold
Wavering will not gain 
The true hold
Running making the difference
Filling belief system
Automatic reactions 
Right and left
We are not good
This we know from the spirit 
For sure...

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You built me up with majestic grace
You appeal to my seven senses, 
A gift granted by my Lord
You were my illuminating halo
Midnight marvels are painted in the ebony skies
An abyss that enlightens your starlight
Once again, I’m having hot and cold flashes
Dashes of shame and dread...

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