Hands On Poems - Poems about Hands On

Baseball Betty asked her new boyfriend to help teach the little girl baseball. She had no idea that Stanford had never been to a game. He did not know how it was played. He had never held a bat. Or possibly one ball. For an hour and a half Betty taught Veronica how to play baseball. While Stanford read a book...

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This world experience is an on-going story with no hands writing it. There are no hands but yours. Imagination needs fingers if it is to shape an idea, and thought needs a glove to become its reality. In the end, there is no beginning, in the beginning there is no end, all in-betweens are a fiction. That which cannot be said in words will forever exist. God has...

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Feedback - flight or fight – it’s due to enzymes. God put it in our brain, safeguard for crimes; fear is normal, a good thing many times. Facts fog up when fear uses its strong-arm. What is meant to keep us sheltered from harm can fail just like any other alarm. A freeze from fear forces all hands on deck. When...

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HANDS ambidexterous, mine and yours, yet clasping each other in prayer for poets - and Elizabeth or Lisa - best for sister, mother...

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Dear Connie advised hands on healing My husband thought this so appealing I said hands off my chest I can heal my own breast With a flea in his ear he’s reeling! Connie is a reiki practitioner and has been sending me distance healing. She advised me to do 'hands on healing' to help with my breast haematoma and I...

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E-arly twenty-third January, M-onday morn starts to break; Z-enith and beacon heal Y-our pain and your heartache. P-ure delight and mirth A-re brought to the day; L-et the dark evening end, O-ne lonely night fades away. M-ist and haze are both gone, celebrate your birth with glee; A-llow your arms to put your hands on...

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savagery, alive in eyes - his snarling menace breaking my body Susan Ashley July 30, 2017 ~ Second Place ~ Contest - Monoku 1: Your Best Sponsor - Silent One...

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Death dangles his hands in my front Like a pendulum Bob, Yet,I'm not scared , even though I lost my entire family in s fatal auto crash,I'm not afraid , Got deformed in a gas explosion , Losing my foster parent ,I remain unperturbed; I will over come, My eyes are dry like moist desert , My heart is frozen;frozen with sorrow...

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The coyote circles he always circles he shadows the path of our existence set by the pattern of wind blown seeds The old man sleeps while his children play by the fire He thinks he is still the slayer of enemies that are long gone The crow waits in a ragged nest for us to move on My old heart beats like this grinding stone it beats, it beats and it beats until...

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Breadmould on my stale slice of bread This was my lunch left for dinner gone bad I’m attempting to write about someone else’s circumstance In who’s world this is true - forgive my pretence I cannot divorce my thoughts from worry The burden of my heritage I must carry I drive across sewage on my way to work I splash it with...

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Firm breasts Hands test ;-)...

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God resting His weary hands upon the storm but Letting His will Diminish it...

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Teach successfully Through technology Productivity By Robb A. Kopp...

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as there is no was ,in recongnition of status,or rely on previous laurel whose standard is foredone and broken,so shld each soul treasure the name in one hand alone. who does solitary shun,and loves with i to build the most concrete of marks,come forth with both hands,as i, we shall carve the fortress that disunity disdains...

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