Handed Poems - Poems about Handed

Lefty The Left Handed Poem

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

Drums 'n' Guitar

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

Riddled And Empty Handed

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

Left-Handed Lament

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

Empty Handed

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.

Night Rider Leaves Empty Handed

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

She Is Dyslexic and Left Handed

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

Left Handed Boxers

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

Purple Handed

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,

Caught Red-Handed

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

Caught Red Handed

I

know that

you’re cheating

with deception.

It's perfectly clear

the only one

you deceive

is just

you

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The Southpaw

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

Write Handed

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

The Bare Handed Mole Toss

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

Empty Handed

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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