Dexterity Poems - Poems about Dexterity

Lost dexterity since fingers tap away at qwerty keyboard... since being a student in grade, junior and high school analogous to geometry proof how lack of use proves quite aware that finger muscles atrophied veering off on a tangent referencing contra dance moves starting with hands for four and ones (the couple closest to the stage) cross over, whereat...

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Modern man has less dexterity. I think I know one reason why, The replacement of the button With the zippered trouser fly. It took some finger manipulation To keep each button firmly seated Just a brief tug of the zipper and The manoeuvre’s now completed. No exercise of the fingers or Checks on leaving the loo Just to ensure that no button Was fastened...

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I return to gather my shards of memory. As a spring bud, obsessed with chilly nights or clammy. Strange things happen above the seats of obscurity Creatures that do not belong here are raised that way. A red rose flees her urge to provide love some dignity. I've run out of names; it's time to turn the key....

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I find people often worship at the feet of those With great literary abilities These people who posses amazing verbal dexterity And are advanced in profundity And speak with a verbosity That makes others convinced that they are academically and worldly intelligent But I read between the lines and hear every word they say And find myself amazed that despite all of...

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Superfluous dialect doth vomit in regurgitated deglutition, Whence the pleonasm prohibits a prose's poesy inhibition. If thee refer to the thesauri, and lexically thy dexterity shall enhance, Mayhap then thy ken shall apprehend these subsequent words, perchance. The four-dimensional tesseract of chaotic cognition coalesced in arcane diction, Shall encase in cubic arithmancy the separation betwixt what's fact and fiction. The parallax...

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I dug out the big pieces of black soil of my choice, Crumbled them in a tank, removed the humus and pebbles; Then the soil's soaked and kneaded 'to paste I placed On my wheel and moulded all 'ese various- shaped vessels!...

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Hands down, perhaps a more sapien trait than most of the usual attributions of what it is, that distinguishes humans. I listen to a prime example of Sondheim samples on a Steinway & Sons eighty-eight. Balancing between enchantment and amazement contemplating the purveyor of sounds and the craftsmen necessary for such synapse sublimity. Nimble is a word oft applied to such...

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Like a balloon, happiness soared high Like a sword piercing through the blue sky Deflowering the virgin power of gravity She roves every commune with dexterity I saw her parched on a tree And the birds chirped and danced in glee Heaven of alves, made reality She roves every commune with dexterity Upward she soared and soared again Invading Lord's sanctuary without bargain Angelic...

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