Left Hand Poems - Poems about Left Hand

I raised my hands to the sky in agreement to this the why's but my left hand is risen just a little bit higher Than that of my right I am yet accept I'm right with this with my right hand under submissive praise Write on 8/20/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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I The metallic clunk of intervals between voices - cognizant cogs drive fluctuations like ducks crossing a road. I tilt away from the coils of your being, your sounding. I see you speaking, twirling like a spinning six pence in the rush of on-coming traffic. II Together, we want the same chromed leverage. Knuckles cracked where handles mash. Long unused gears crunch inside flesh filled leather, we creak and stretch over old maps. Pushed against one another, leaning...

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Righteous smart left hand Short lived amnesia (there's no app for that) found his highness (ha... ha... ha... hm) drawing a (figurative) blank today January 54th, 2021, when the misses asked yours truly to access Verizon voicemail, me noggin made a clank, no doubt forgetfulness potion I drank helps explain the circumstance spilled (er spelled) ernest and frank. After uttering expletive stronger than tarnation sought after digital information re:...

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Memories of once the sun shined, oiled and tanned we denied the only living book and subtle nudges. Nothing but truth in the grave when too in love with everything reached the top and found nothing but the pain of a flame’s dedication and an absolute conviction, replays the familiar screams and whispers them. Strain a touch through the glare, but they ain’t there. No one left...

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When I was Seven, Six of us piled in to a shiny New Buick. “A quick errand across town” It was hot I fell asleep. I was awoken By the screams. A dump truck had eaten us up and spit out our core A heavy blow Against my head Made everything go dark. I wake up to silence. The screaming had stopped but...

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A band donned... Around ring finger of left hand Yes folks (meaning, whomever espies these lines) alas and alack I attest thy spouse located future heirloom - while tentatively asleep in her bivouac though far less likely, (yet near more rewarding) than finding bullet in gunnysack and/or locating needle in haystack constitutes the missus (thru... worm my going with fluke...?) She discovered logical whereabouts concerning whaddya believe simple 14...

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Child Of My Left Hand, Hide No More In Shadows Wide And Deep Child of my left hand, bare not your sharp, ravenous wolf's teeth enjoy majestic bounty that Nature seeds underneath, consider earth, sun and Spring, flowering meadows that glow parade not as a jackal, hiding to deliver blows. Child of my right hand, look not at others with...

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Well, my left sided hand just isn’t my fave, I don’t let it do anything, If there’s ever a contest of “Who is the best?”, My right is the one that will win, It can’t button, can’t write, can’t hold a cold beer, Can’t handle a racquet or ball, It can’t do little tasks in day to...

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my left hand is crying today through no fault of her own actually tried to catch me while falling Friday Shows me how sore a left hand can be...

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R-espect is truly shown, O-n twentieth February; S-aluting with the right or left hand I-s comfortable and E-asy. A-fter the Sunday shadow, L-ight fills the whole land; V-ictory is all yours, A-s you salute with the left hand....

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The Left Hand of Darkness tells the story of a lone human emissary from Terra sent to facilitate Winter's inclusion in a growing intergalactic civilization. However, in doing so he must come to view in the differences of those of the completely dissimilar culture that he encounters; to embracing the aspects of psychology, society, and...

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She loves to shake her right hand about, Hiding her left in a fist, Hiding her real self away in a clench, While waving her false from her wrist, You see, she wants us to think she’s the happiest girl, Full of fun and a life with a kiss, That she has the best things and does the...

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You look like something I drew with my left hand And I'm bilingual, but I'm sure you know where I stand Don't mean to offend But invert to your other end Most assuredly you'll be much more in demand...

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the quest is developed in the second hand of the left and yes is questioned by what it's used for in the alarm of a broken arm, so I reach over to the other side and hope for it all. I really have no clue about your arm or hand but it's calculated on...

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Depression breeds artistry and keen insight, Mania makes life a thrill ride; Fever lends emotion a scalpel’s edge, And mistakes cast much needed light. Ugly is beautiful, and lies sound so pretty, Blindness makes hearing quite keen; Tragedy brings out the best in man, And the rain washes everything clean. Bruises are beautiful—such vivid colors, Blood is an unmatchable red; Scar tissue strengthens wherever it...

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