On The Other Hand Poems - Poems about On The Other Hand

Take my hand

Yesterday you lied
Yesterday you cried
Yesterday you wish you died

Today you sit
Today you quit
Today you have no wit

Tomorrow you keep
Tomorrow you weep
Tomorrow you may even leap

Take my hand

I insist
Don’t resist
Let’s persist

Together we’ll band
Together we’ll stand
Together we’ll never land

FAITH IN GOD WHOSE HAND REACHES OUT TO US

August 10 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 59-63 
 
Key Verse – Isaiah 59:1 Behold, the LORD's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear.

FAITH IN GOD WHOSE HAND REACHES OUT TO US	

God’s hand reaches out to us midst His compassion
As He draws us

The Hand Reader

It was a misty morning in Moscow—
When fate and palm first softly crossed,
In gilded halls where secrets sleep,
I met a man both sharp and lost.

An oligarch with eyes of frost,
Berezovsky, his name well known,
His smile—a veil for storms within,
His heart, a throne turned into stone.

He ushered me with silken grace,
Into his room where silence spoke,
"Read

My Admiration For A Hand-Woven Tapestry

Each thread hums —
drawn by patient hands,
dyed in storms and thaw.

The base is pale as morning frost,
fibers holding winter’s quiet breath.
Across it, ribbons of shifting hues
wind like rivers —
green bending to blue,
violet bruised into pink.

At the center, twin knots gleam —
changing under every flicker of light,
tidal glass or meadowstone,
never the same twice.

Edges fray softly,
not from

The Hand That Feeds You

Just picked up a pup fresh off the tit

Had a hunger that just wouldn't quit 

Put kibble in a cup

And he gobbled it up 

I bent over to pet him...he bit

The Hand That I've Been Dealt

The mirror used to be my friend;
Alas, those days have reached the end.
I see my face and can’t pretend
I’m anything but old.

I guess it’s me beneath the skin
That wrinkles somehow settled in
And make-up couldn’t quite begin
To spin this straw to gold.

My earrings still remain in place
And, just like always, frame my face,
But time will not

It’s Times Like These That I’m Confused and So I Hold Your Hand

It’s times like these the stars feel far,
And every lamp burns cold and thin—
The world is loud, the winds unkind,
And shadows press against my skin.

I do not know the road ahead,
Nor what the morning sky will show,
The songs I loved have lost their tune,
And even time forgets to flow.

But in the hush between two breaths,
Your

Summer Joy Hiku 41

                                           Summer Joy Hiku

a sweet cold treat
melting softly in the mouth~
summer joy in

Wile E Coyote Raises His Hand

I have a question (if you'll allow). 
How is it that I came to this place now?
My life's path continued to where 
below my feet there is only air; 
and, the sad thing is, I cannot fly. 
At this point, I guess I'll have to try.

Your Hand in Mine

Under the cherry blossoms, we stand,
Your hand in mine, soft as the sand.
The world is loud, yet here it’s still,
Our hearts in tune, our spirits thrill.

We giggle softly, sharing a look,
Like secret pages in a book.
Your laugh, a melody so sweet,
It makes my heart skip every beat.

The way you smile, the way time flies,
I see

Matsuo Basho: English translations 3

Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about birds, flowers, candles, life, death.

Naptime!
But my drowsiness is nixed
by busybody warblers.
—Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch

Carolers:
the sparrows smile
at their warbling.
—Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch

Giving thanks to the flowers
for brightening my visit:
farewell.
—Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch

Melancholy nub!
The bamboo bud’s
sad end.
—Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael

I extend my hand across the waters, to feel your warmth and sweet fragrance once more

I extend my hand across the waters, to feel your warmth and sweet fragrance once more,
To kiss your hand, to pass the burn of my lips kept from times long past,
When moments scattered and became a past that left us still dreaming,
And if I could hold you in my arms again, to feel your cheek

One Good Deed

People come and people go
and how the times do change
but something here needs to be done
it should be rearranged
preachers pundits politicians
won't ever set things right
the man in the street can make a difference
if he takes up the fight
so many souls lost at sea
tho' they're on dry land
action speaks louder than words
they need a helping hand
and

The Mighty Savior

One thing the Lord will always do
Is extend a hand to me
He always saves us from ourselves
The mighty Savior, yes, is He
He's won every battle
He has ever fought for me
With great love and compassion
I have found a place with Thee

The cold hand

She just wanted help drowning
Everytime she tried speaking
It felt like a cold hand gripping her throat
It felt like racism breathing silence in her mouth
To other It looked like she had been saved
But she knew she had been condemned
To a life without freedom
She couldn't pretend
She didn't want her life to end
She wanted an out
And maybe the

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