Index Finger Poems | Examples

God's acre

God's Acre

In a field, not far from here, I see millions of lit candles 
But only at night, during the day, it is a potato patch
A man, you can call him God if you like, walks along 
The candles and, every so often, snubs out with his 
thumb and index finger, a lit candle, with fingers 
sore from this arduous work
He is heading for the part of the field where 
The candle wax has burnt out, but the wick flickers 
like grey smoke in still air
When dawn appears on the eastern mountain 
The field turns into a potato patch
Where a man is harvesting spuds

have you ever

Have you ever tried choking? He asked nonchalantly.
“No,” she said. *with a wrinkled nose of disapproval*

“Want to try it?” *His approach couldn't hide his excitement* 
“Ok,” she said, absent mindedly running her index finger over his lips.

“you  can  choke  me,” she added slowly,
 “if I can stab you repeatedly
 with the 7 inch stainless steel
 nail-file I keep under my pillow.”
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Songs for this:
Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin
Better By Myself by Hey Violet

Nevertheless

Her short skirt clings.
I consider her thighs to be too thick.
High heels click.

Nevertheless, I watch her walk away.

The thumb and index finger
of one hand commence
to rub together like the legs of a cicada.

She has rhythm.
Thoughts buzz from ear to ear.

My mind is as sticky as flypaper.

They Said

They said I was lost;
they needed to take me to therapy to find me sitting in a rocking chair hating the beauteous stretch of miles of God's cotton fields white waiting for me to break my back.

They said I was too quiet,
that even when the peoples were dying of thirst and ran to the gate to cry for freedom,
I stood where my roots were strewn to the earth and dug deep,
down down deep until I reached the face of their fear staring straight at me.

They called it saboteur, that my eyes were too deep, that what interested me to look beyond what the herd could see?

They said I was not loyal.

I have been at your feet since before the coming of the pale devils who gave you salt to garnish your brothers’ death.
I have held the glory of your name in my index finger, when I squeezed the trigger that fired blood towards our continuity.

I killed and died for you, thou fool.
I died like the hopelessness of an impotent man.

They said I was a good man when I died.
They finally spoke a truth. But I am not satisfied.
I want justice for my brothers who might die like I did.

Boastful bosses 6

Your zeal’s infective, flashed his frown,
Get it not to your headless crown.
We want our work done here,
If I must make it clear,
Let not your zeal spread, tone it down.  
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A boss warns an executive for his enthusiasm, pointing his index finger.
Limerick |20.07.2024| humour, business

EGG SHELLS

What has happened 
To the masses
Trying to pretend 
We're put into classes

Does it really matter 
Who you partner with? 
To whom you have a natter? 
What advice you give? 

Are all lives the same? 
Don't you want peace? 
Maybe no one's to blame
For past atrocities 

These egg shells are weak
Careful where you walk
They act so unique 
sensitivity as you talk

To quote Raye the singer
In her classic hit
Society is an index finger
Pushed against your lips

Afraid to speak
Afraid to post a view
To walk the streets
With attacks from the few

A Past Memory

Touching a red-hot stove burner will cause pain.
Therefore a not red-hot stove burner will not cause pain
my kindergartener logic assured me.
“Don’t tough it. It’s hot.” 
Meddling authority figures.
How could they be wrong about something so simple?
It wasn’t long after that 
that my right index finger and middle finger
were coated in salve and wrapped in gauze
and throbbing primordially.
Sometimes adults aren’t wrong.

Tale of a Skipping Stone

"My dear skipping stone," I gently asked.
"What tales lie within your flitting flight,
As you tippy-toe skip over the water so fast?"
What lessons can you tell us, Oh shiny one so bright?"

"Well firstly, it's in the shape of stone."
The skipper's learned response began.
"Choose a flat smooth one, from the wet river zone,
Where smooth stones have collected in the skidpan."

"The next trick is the way you grip the disk."
"Curl your index finger around it, lock it with your thumb."
"Then you're ready for the deft wrist flick,
which will ensure a skip, skip, skip outcome."

"Like everything, it takes practice to get it right."
"A smooth calm water surface helps a lot,
as waves can smite your stone with such delight."
"Gobbling stones is the wave's unfair, cheap shot"

"Life is like a skipping stone's pace."
"A clutch of fleeting moments, a flip of flings in the sun."
"Embrace each leap with joy and grace."
"For skipping time, like ripples, is all too soon done."

With that, the skipping stone grew still,
Its wisdom etched within my being.
The stone sank gently into the water with all its skill,
Revealed to everyone and given true meaning.

Heart Thumps Linger

Grasping onto the tip of my index finger 
Through her comforting warmth, I can feel her heartbeat 
Emerald green stares back at me- heart thumps linger 
Adorableness overload...and so petite 

At that moment, the beauty of "Life" lifts my hair 
Goosebumps galore cover me, like sand on a beach 
Is soft, her breath- like feathers kissing in mid-air 
So meek her nose, fingers and toes...her skin so peach 

Her one syllable sounds are music to my heart 
Her movements flatter my soul like angels with wings 
Yet, cute is the sound of her "Surprise little "Fart" 
So grateful I am, Lord- for the joy that she brings 

Grasping onto the tip of my index finger 
Emerald green stares back at me- heart thumps linger

A Fly and a Writer

The fly and a writer

I was thinking of flies (Diptera). Wikipedia was of no help
wanted to understand why they existed?
I remembered a yellow fly was not a good colour for an insect.
I thought of a famous Norwegian writer when 75 
decided to commit suicide.
Bought sleeping pills and bottles of cheap champagne 
invited friend to witness his end.
For each mouth full of the cheap stuff, he swallowed a pill
fell asleep among empty bottles and stale cigarette smoke
his mates had gone home.
In despair jumped out of the window, and an awning took the fall
and he lived for another ten years.
As for the fly, it walked willfully across the screen and grabbed it
between thumb and index finger, on the terrace, I let it soar away
to live for another day.

Consider the Worst

Consider the worst that can happen to you:
A lingering June-July-August case of the flu,
Or waking one morn and you can’t do No. 2
Finding your 20-year-old is selling home brew
Your parakeet flies into your mulligan stew,
A summons from the IRS, you haven’t a clue
Your thumb and index finger meet super glue
The last three checks you wrote over-drew,
Your turn to speak, and you've missed your cue
You haven’t the faintest notion what to do! 

Written July 4, 2022

Out, Back To Pavilion

Forget your frustration, your anger,
Beware just of our index finger,
We are the game’s umpire
Ours the last call so dire,
We won’t let suspense long to linger,
Out, back to pavilion—
Our learned opinion!
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Happenings |06.04.2022|

Poet’s Note: Out, back to pavilion, the five-judge bench of Pakistan Supreme Court gave its verdict in less than a week after the collusion of Prime Minister (who wanted to play 'till the last ball'), Deputy Speaker of parliament, and President dissolved the lower house, thereby killing the no confidence motion against the ruling party. It shows that even in a failed country, Supreme Court functions. Less than a week is prompt: no long affidavit, no prolonged arguments, and a short precise judgment. Would Indian Judicial system learn anything from this?

Discovery

Discovery

If you find a rusty nail you are halfway there
all you need is cabbage, carrots and a bit of meat
Soup is ready.
Genuinely made from a rusty nail.
This is also a way to write poetry look for an idea in the darkness
and not falling over tables and chairs,
This is an unfortunate mishap that occurs when writing
my eyes are old.
I have between my thumb and index finger a cork from a bottle of wine
from this humble start, I can conjure up a cool bottle of wine.
Jesus did it once when feeding the five thousand 
when all he had in his hand was a slice of a day-old loaf.
Imaginary friends, I have many, can be helpful when remembering
their antics, and I can be absolved of sin.
Stick to a rusty nail or a horseshoe, friends are hard to find

Exams the Dental Assistant Stress Test

It was the exam of all exams to test the mind....The Soul....Phyiscal agility...Years of Coordination, and Comprehension Skills....  I went for a walk and the pool had a leak I happen to go ito the store and found a New Hubba Bubba Brand..... I looked at it before I chewed and saw that it had a new sugar wax on the side ... I looked at my pool and thought to myself with a pool full of water and 2 ft deep....  What do I do but make an imprint too...  It was a centimeter round and had to go just right...  I aimed correctly with everything I could see in sight....  Hand in the air and visualizing my aim....  I thought of a cue ball and racked balls ...  It only took a few seconds .... if that at all ....  I made it perfect right in the hole ...  Took my index finger and smoothed the surface....  With a perfect seal I complimented myself was this this the final exam???  An Eight Ball in the Side pocket and now I am an ace...

Are You Sitting Comfortably - Gross Humour Warning

I’m dining with my cousin Giles
Who disclosed he’d terrible piles
He’s wriggly and twitchy
Cos his butt’s so itchy
His visage is sad, there’s no smiles

He’d  tried using soft margarine
This process had just made him scream
So he did not linger
With his index finger
But Anusol worked like a dream

I said it was my understanding
That surgeon ‘s do hemorrhoid banding
But if he has it done
Sitting down he may shun
On this subject I won’t be expanding!


Next time I saw my Cousin Giles
They’d successfully removed his piles
So he can sit down
No trace of a frown
And Giles is chock full of smiles

10/09/21

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