Best Right Handed Poems
After much reflection and introspection I am making an alphabetical list of the things that make me, me. I'm sure there are more that I could add, but for now this is who I am:
First of all I am of the female persuasion.
I am AMERICAN by birth,
I am a BAKER of cookies and cakes (nothing fancy),
I am a CHRISTIAN by faith,
CARING and COMPASSIONATE by nature,
CREATIVE and CURIOUS,
DEARLY loved DAUGHTER (though my parents have passed),
DAYDREAMER extraordinaire,
EMOTIVE EMPATH,
FAITHFUL FRIEND (I'm a good listener),
FIRST-BORN child,
I am completely FALLIBLE,
GRATEFUL for all my blessings (God is good),
A GRANDMA to six greatly loved grandchildren (my biggest blessings)
I am a HOMEBODY with questionable housekeeping skills,
IMPULSIVE at times, but mostly cautious,
INQUISITIVE, always ready to learn something new,
KINDHEARTED,
LOVER of God, cats, chihuahuas (and other small dogs), music and chocolate,
I am MARRIED and the MOTHER of two sons.
NORMALLY NON-VIOLENT and NURTURING,
I have OLD-FASHIONED values (never going to change),
ORGANIZATION eludes me, (You should see my desk!)
OVERWEIGHT (pleasantly plump, maybe?)
I am a PEACEMAKER, a POETESS,
A QUIET introvert (is there any other kind?),
An avid READER (my Kindle is maxed out),
I am RIGHT-HANDED,
I am a SISTER, aunt, niece and cousin,
SAVED by the grace of God through Jesus,
I tend to be SELFISH (but I'm working on that),
I am SHORT in stature (I've actually shrunk an inch!)
TEA is my beverage of choice in the mornings,
The THESAURUS and dictionary are my friends,
I am UNDERSTANDING (but not always understood),
I am VALUABLE to my family and friends (or so they say),
WIFE to a loving, faithful husband,
I WORRY too much, (should pray more)
I love WORDS and WRITING makes me happy.
List Poem
Revised 7/11/24
Categories:
right handed, self,
Form:
List
My paper is always turned so people don't judge;
because yes if it's vertical my work will be smudged.
With the other I've tried to write;
but man it just doesn't look right.
When I bat on that side
the ump runs to hide.
I can't even start on that foot,
my balance pretty much kaput.
And do not get me started on that 'right-handed thinking;'
to grasp that logic's like being on a ship that is sinking!
So over the decades I've often had to interject,
that being left-handed is the obvious 'correct.'
Categories:
right handed, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
MIRROR HORROR
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Is it me I see at all ?
I part my hair on the left every night
He parts his hair on the right,
I am a right-handed breed
But he has a southpaw lead.
If I use two mirrors to correct the reversal
The guy I see is more universal:
Looks like anybody in the street
Not someone you’d particularly like to meet.
The more I see him the less I like the face
Time has turned it into disgrace.
My admiration of him is somewhat colder
Every year as I get a little older.
Thinner and thinner, the brown hair fades,
With rapidly passing decades:
Before that face becomes too crass
I’ll get rid of that looking-glass.
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Entered in Matt Caliri’s Contest - Mirror
Categories:
right handed, funny, hair,
Form:
Couplet
When meeting that special someone
There's no doubt in your searching mind
You can sense it, this is surely the one
It's a feeling like no other kind
Suddenly you stutter and stammer
Your face turns a crimson red
Wonder if you remembered deodorant
Or had two cups of coffee instead
You hope and pray she doesn't notice
The fumbling, the nervous twitch
You try and try to act cool and together
Not sure which hand is which
You're right-handed, maybe left
Your brain is in absolute befuddlement
You wish her a very good day then wham
Walk straight into an ill-placed plant
You are not alone, it happens every day
It's definitely a worldwide affliction
If, as you think, she is actually the one
You, my dear friend, are smitten
Categories:
right handed, love,
Form:
Quatrain
In youthful exuberance I become a culture bandit
Well exposed, but never really learning.
Modernity taking a toll as Papa and Ante chased the goods
For my sake they said... No mistakes... deed was good
Nanny TV with her bright inviting light
My imagination on wide escapades around the world
And farther altering my personality by giving me languages, dress codes, and even an accent.
So I stole, other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere or so I thought.
And Yet
In all my juvenile delinquency I could never, tell an adult to his face you are wrong
Revering old age; what is that, where is that from?
In my Success in Corporate with policy of first names and no regard for age but ability and brain
I could never bring myself to say Pat.
Aunty Pat can you please email the document to me
Wait, what? Am I not her boss.
So I stole…. Other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere, Or so I thought.
Drawn to the immaculate white of that gown
Instinctively I top it off with a colorful Kente Scarf?
The height I can rock in these 6 inch heels
but how Royal the Ahenema slippers makes me feel
This perfect perfect pony will do well with…. no not pearls or sapphire;
Animal bone necklace and earrings
Oh how perfect my manicure will be accessorized with these….no not diamonds
Bamboo bangles
I will wear the jeans, But only with that tank top with Adinkra symbols
So I stole… other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere… or so I thought.
My true culture grasping at my core
As I gasped, when that little boy called his father’s friend Larry
When He picked the carrot stick with his left hand from the bowl serving the community I died
Though it didn’t make sense because as a right handed person I would say my left hand is as clean as dried
I smiled brightly when that couple spoke Twi, while we waited for the A- train on the subway
My Culturally biased heart coveting a conversation
So I stole, Other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere
A cultural bandit … infused with other cultures… blending in well, or so I thought.
Without need of Affirmation, I have Ghanaian blood flowing through my veins
I know the voice of my people, the beautiful colour
Of the soul that makes a Ghanaian.
In the mother land or not. Ghana comes with us.
From generation to generation Ghana is us
Perfect Culture Chameleons
We fit right in
Ghana is our heritage.
Categories:
right handed, africa, community, confidence, cool,
Form:
Free verse
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 why
this sorta thing keeps happening
Taken
down
to a low spot
on the carpet
that better get clean Right Now mister
Taken down
to the Department of Motor Vehicles
where you flunk the eye test
because you've got a
permanent
detached
something or other
which explains a lot
Like why I left,
why I lean left
dress to the left
get left holding the bag
feel left out
but don't see left
because father is always right
father is right handed
Categories:
right handed, chicago, child, culture, me,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
In youthful exuberance I become a culture bandit
Well exposed, but never really learning.
Modernity taking a toll as Papa and Ante chased the goods
For my sake they said... No mistakes... deed was good
Nanny TV with her bright inviting light
My imagination on wide escapades around the world
And farther altering my personality by giving me languages, dress codes, and even an accent.
So I stole, other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere or so I thought.
And Yet
In all my juvenile delinquency I could never, tell an adult to his face you are wrong
Revering old age; what is that, where is that from?
In my Success in Corporate with policy of first names and no regard for age but ability and brain
I could never bring myself to say Pat.
Aunty Pat can you please email the document to me
Wait, what? Am I not her boss.
So I stole…. Other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere, Or so I thought.
Drawn to the immaculate white of that gown
Instinctively I top it off with a colorful Kente Scarf?
The height I can rock in these 6 inch heels
but how Royal the Ahenema slippers makes me feel
This perfect perfect pony will do well with…. no not pearls or sapphire;
Animal bone necklace and earrings
Oh how perfect my manicure will be accessorized with these….no not diamonds
Bamboo bangles
I will wear the jeans, But only with that tank top with Adinkra symbols
So I stole… other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere… or so I thought.
My true culture grasping at my core
As I gasped, when that little boy called his father’s friend Larry
When He picked the carrot stick with his left hand from the bowl serving the community I died
Though it didn’t make sense because as a right handed person I would say my left hand is as clean as dried
I smiled brightly when that couple spoke Twi, while we waited for the A- train on the subway
My Culturally biased heart coveting a conversation
So I stole, Other cultures infused, fitting in everywhere
A cultural bandit … infused with other cultures… blending in well, or so I thought.
Without need of Affirmation, I have Ghanaian blood flowing through my veins
I know the voice of my people, the beautiful colour
Of the soul that makes a Ghanaian.
In the mother land or not. Ghana comes with us.
From generation to generation Ghana is us
Perfect Culture Chameleons
We fit right in
Ghana is our heritage.
Categories:
right handed, africa, community, confidence, cool,
Form:
Free verse
I remember the day of my nine pitch inning.
Though it happened over forty years ago.
The day was hot, yet cloudy,very little breeze.
I went through my usual stretching and running.
The guys knew to leave me alone before the game.
The stadium was slowly filling, an early crowd.
It had rained in the morning and the grass was damp.
The fresh cut grass was sticking to my cleats,
which meant the mound's clay would too.
I didn't know much about the other team,
except they were from the Red's organization.
Then again they'd never seen me either.
We were the home team, so I took the mound first.
My catcher and I had just met, me having just been brought up.
We decided to go all fast balls to get into a rhythm.
The first batter stepped up, a tall right handed hitter.
Tom my catcher set up with the center of his body,
six inches off the outside of the plate.
This meant if I hit the glove where he had it,
it would be a ball.I used a two seam grip,
putting pressure on the outside finger.
This would make the ball appear futher out,
before breaking about seven inches towards the hitter.
Still a ball, but something for him to see,
to leave in his mind.To our amazement the umpire
set up directly,behind my cathcher.
The call, strike one!Tom and I looked at each other and smiled.
I immediately changed to a four seam grip,
which stays on a truer line.The next two pitches were six inches off
yet called strike two!Strike three!
The next two batters were set down in order.
Three pitches apiece.All balls.All called strikes.
After that inning and a few helmets slammed,
along with a few bats.We never got that pitch called
a strike again.The umpire had called those pitches,
not by the plate, but, by the center of my catcher.
We thought it funny to strike three guys out,
on nine pitches, none that were actually a strike,
And none that were swung on by any batter.
contest..Batter Up
Categories:
right handed, baseball,
Form:
Prose
If I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm.
Invading my mind like satanic parasites,
feasting on my happiness bite after bite.
I'm hating myself for the person I've become,
I'm helpless to it, pathetic weak and dumb.
Thwarted and fallen, appallingly unproductive.
The torment insurgence transforms me destructive.
I'm useless and failing, increasingly alien,
these aint excuses, it's depression I'm wailing.
I'm left handed, right handed, ADHD,
depression, self loathing and anxiety.
My ambition went missing with drive and dreams,
my confidence in submission to doubt that gleams,
these parasites co-ordinate as an efficient team.
My one weapon is hope, and hope is supreme.
7/6/2019
Categories:
right handed, anxiety, depression, hope, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
The Mets figured they already had a pitching ace.
They badly needed a competent man to play third base.
A righty and a lefty were considered better than dependable.
The management considered another right-handed pitcher expendable.
The Amazin’ Mets felt they had minor league talent galore.
After the win in ‘69, they were gunning for one more.
For this expendable right-hander, a converted shortstop the Mets would get.
This was a deal the front office and fans would regret.
The outcome of this done deal proved to be a shame.
That expendable right-hander went on to the Hall of Fame.
Categories:
right handed, baseball, history,
Form:
Rhyme
The sphere of influence influenced me spherically
With no core
Left brained hemisphere confused
Like right handed athlete
Co-ordination on my medulla-oblongata
Peripheral nervous system shuttered down
As cranial nerves refused to send impulses
Failure to interpretation on my cerebrum
Lead to my confusion.
Response
Categories:
right handed, confusion,
Form:
Vicky is an archer, born on the 14th of April,
In 1977, and started getting that archery thrill,
In 2010 when she competed for the first time:
She found archery thru a friend’s lucid dime.
She lives in Malvern in Worcester, England,
So she trains in Lillishall in Shropshire’s land,
At the National Sports & Conference Centre,
Where there are facilities and lots of banter.
Her coach since 2013 is Rikki Bingham, tough,
She’s right-handed, not left, it does the stuff,
Vicky throws 26” long arrows at weight 24lbs,
And she went international in 2014, grounds.
Indeed, at the Euro Para events in Switzerland,
She shoot a new WR to get a silver garland,
Then at the Para Worlds, in Holland at Almere,
She won a bronze and a coherent team silver.
And then in 2016 again at the European Paras,
But this time in Saint Jean de Monts in France,
Vicky gained another individual bronze medal,
So she is also going to Rio de Janeiro to treadle.
Categories:
right handed, body, sports, strength, world,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Rickity Ragity by James Edward Lee Sr.
Rickity risked
rags while rolling rolls
role playing rogues
rose roused rubbing
rubbish right handed
ricochet retained objective
Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game
retaining ripen red roses
russet runts running mates
ripping rip roaring while showing
rhinoceros repelling lions swag
Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game
Rickity girlfriend is a chinchilla
who lives in the villa
her name is Regina
and she likes ruba-shakes
sipping on organic carrot laden coffee cake
recovering reaction reckoning
Rickity buys licorice
Rickity risked ricochet retained objective
Sewing and gambling is his game
rhinoceros repelling lions swag
Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game
Rickity Ragity is his name
12/06/17
Categories:
right handed, poetry, rap,
Form:
Free verse
What do you think?
Am I mentally ill, or am I just in love?
Am I right handed or ambidextrous because I can not be left handed.
If the sun was neither, then it would’ve dropped a long time ago- killing not just us but the universe.
Am I growing insane or is the pressure getting to me?
Do I have 2 egos that both love to use the middle finger?
Is the third excluded because he’s the fraud?
Was the birth of that billionth person a waste?
You shake your head, I shake mine, but the cold water just crashes down from beneath the ground and you ask… is that possible.
Why not?
My “Mother” can do anything she wants!
Kill, conceive, birth, breathe fire, conjure up ferocious winds, split the earth in half, submerge an entire planet.
Derrick Brown once said” You’ll find me up there”
But my brain is full of such memories- that I just sink like a cinder block.
The witches and snitches all look the same, but “Mother” comforts me like the sweet scent of vanilla on my favorite blanket.
She, like humans, obliterates everything little thing in her path, but keeps the wonderful meals warm- like fresh soggy bread.
Am I insane?
No- just emotional.
Categories:
right handed, allegory, mother, nature, passion,
Form:
Lyric
"Runes"
All galaxies abandoned
within you dimensions
ancient and unfathomable
creating new raptures
borne through fire
a desire to be closer
to gramayre glamours
gedwëy ignasia
right handed
fiercely cast
here there is no element of water
though we flow like electricity
the mother and the daughter
All galaxies abandoned
within you dimensions
ancient and unfathomable
creating new raptures
borne through fire
a desire to be closer
Gambling with
Runes
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
gvlm
“Bye Bye Macadam” / Rone
https://youtu.be/kfoJUeyMsOE
"She is not any common Earth,
Water or wood or air,
But Merlin’s Isle of Gramarye,
Where you and I will fare "
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Runes
2. https://inheritance.fandom.com/wiki/Magic
3. ruins / noun.
the physical destruction or disintegration of something or the state of disintegrating or being destroyed.
the remains of a building, typically an old one that has suffered much damage or disintegration.
Categories:
right handed, love, magic, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse