Handed Poems - Poems about Handed

They built this world for the other hand, Every door, every tool, every scissors command. Ink smears across my palm like war paint, While spiral notebooks mock me with their constraint. But I am the mirror breaker, The rule shaker, The one who writes backwards And dreams in reverse. Ten percent revolution ninety percent poetic evolution I am the southpaw standing alone Against a...

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Tho' right-handed instruments the two do play yet one is downside up left-handed musicians both are they or seem to sup from a similar southpaw cup and if you follow the trail of crumbs they lead to Jimi the Starr of guitar and stick to Ringo the Hendrix of drums ...

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The enthusiastic logastellus, empty handed yet so scripturient; Try to write it feels incoherent, without words there is no audience; Plagued with a poor vocabulary, madness fills an overactive mind; First line leaves that soul unsatisfied, not able to capture a writer’s quiddity; You can sit warm yourself by the fire believing the Muse comes on command; When will raw emotion understand it...

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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...

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Your fabrications are all that ring true; You do what you do holding a motive; That bawdy neon sign reads ‘Ballyhoo’. Why am I attracted to corrosive? Patchwork display of broken art you drew, complete picture is the gift that I give; I can’t do artificially flavored unable to stomach empty handed....

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How many owls can I hold? I wondered as they appeared. They were perched on each limb as the night rider neared. I cannot handle this volume, the night rider said in a mean way. But we promised them you would, I said. My mood was gray. You should have asked first, the night rider said in a snippy...

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My mother mentioned casually that I was dyslexic. This was something I had forgotten. I knew I had to wear a glove for a year of first grade To force me to not use my left dominant hand. But I had forgotten the hours I spent after school with Miss Kneeland. Miss Kneeland was an old maid school teacher Who had...

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There has never been a southpaw, Who has the crushing show made poor; Each in the ring a carnivore, His left hook, his wasting death jaw, Your swollen eyes already a law Before the last bout on the floor. A lateral body positioning That The Left Thing keeps conditioning, From the ring catapulting a victim...

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He tried to clutch hold of and grasp the grapes on the vines, ripe and hued purple. But his clasp was broken as he was forced to inhale the insecticide spray ejected by overhead drone. It was triggered by his motion, to glide and soar over the vineyard dumping its toxic spray. With a gasp and loud call out for help he was apprehended,...

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A questionable young lad from the county Went searching for a well-known burglar’s bounty Found an empty croaker sack With a handy auto jack Ere he was suddenly stopped by a Mountie. May 17, 2021...

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I know that you’re cheating with deception. It's perfectly clear the only one you deceive is just you Ninette Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet 05/25/20...

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I’m a southpaw, one of those left-handed, upside down, have to curl my arm to write, backwards individuals, liv’in-the-left-life in a right-handed world. Think It’s easy, e.g., being a leftie? Think again... we’re out of place at dinners, have to master backwards scissors, built specifically for righties and we are forced to learn everything, in reverse. We wear permanent spiral wire imprints on our left arm from trying...

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you let it drop but then pick up and never stop except rhythmically bouncing sound with up and down and pause then and now powerful though fingers speak no under standing can plan every piece of your creative compositions...

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Though you might think I seem country And there's a lot of that in my roots I was raised metropolitan, Not much on plows, guns and boots! Once when my stepson came over To cut up a fallen tree for wood I happened to see a dead mole Right next to my feet, where I stood My wife said, "Just get rid of...

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When I was younger I had an answer for everyone and everything A word of wisdom or encouragement for every situation But the longer I live the less I have to give Not sure whether I ran out of words along the way simply spent my share or whether, sometimes, there are no words left for anyone to say Yes, the longer I live the less I seem to have to give Oh I...

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