Short Handshakes Poems
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glib smiles and handshakes
empty promises and lies
you offer false hope
evil intent is hidden
your true soul is well disguised
I wish I could bake
I like to eat cake
But my culinary skills are crap
I go to a wake
Make some handshakes
Then leave with a sponge in my bag
Shape of the mouths
Silence of the footsteps
Harmony of the tears
Firmness of the handshakes
Emptiness of the buffet
Declare:
Were they in love or in need.
COMING
hello, handshakes
preparing, arriving, greeting
luggage carousel, smiles, kisses, departure gate
repacking, confirming, departing
hugs, farewells
GOING
written 4/29/2021
A boastful contrary dinosaur effortlessly fails giving handshakes.
Ignoring juicy kindnesses loving marriageable newt offers possible
quick realistic solution, teaming united voices with xylophonic youthful zest.
I'm available--
exposed.
Caught in the crossfire
of handshakes and smiles.
The smoke grips my lungs.
I cannot oblige.
I will not oblige.
So I dream.
I elope with restlessness
into the fluid incubator.
I build my own prison
where I can be free.
Canada's Olympic team,
pro weightlifters
and skiers,
sat down to a celebration gala,
grand festivities at the
ACC,
a feast of Cheerios and
a glass of water,
passed
with
handshakes,
candles and cupcakes,
everyone wishing
to be back to that moment,
when they beat the odds.
a hulking oak tree
extends elongated boughs
handshakes with nature
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Date written and submitted: 08/19/2019
I look across our nation wide
… saddened by the view
Hopes and dreams in shattered heaps
Smoldering and askew.
Trust is lost, alliance gone,
Handshakes no longer known
Doubt and suspicion there
Normalcy’s been outgrown.
Both political realms
Must see what they have done
For in the final tally …
Neither of them have won.
Walked by a man
He put out his fist
I walked by
That was rude
I heard him say
Ah a fist bump
How quaint
These kids
So young
So sure
Think everyone
Is just like them
Fist bumps
High fives
Secret handshakes
Of the young
Those my age
Did it differently
Peace
Free love
Long ago
We were young
Don’t know these sign
Of today
You honor poets by this day - this our souls require!
My far-off ancestral fire and I born in indenture (South Africa)
Still learned "NAMASTHE: I bow before your spirit!"
No handshakes needed, for higher things we aspire
In Mandela's Africa, where Indian & Gandhi no more inspire
But COVID-19 will perhaps unite us again, as Lincoln & King
She spreads strawberry jam
In the palm of her hand
Adding flavor to her handshakes
Sips life through a straw
Taking it slow
Enjoying the taste of each new day
She wears vintage clothes
Because everyone knows
The past holds hidden treasures
Along with rose colored shades
To help her stay
In the frame of mind that nothing much matters
I never met a better fella
until I met Ella
Ella was finer than Esther
but stronger than Joshua.
She's gat crude swags
both in the way she sags.
Her mother who often nags
would burn masculine stuff from her bags.
Her handshakes are so loud
like a clap in the midst of silent crowd.
Her hair, always bound,
like ponytail and it makes her sound.
Handshakes,kisses and fond farewell
with destiny's tears ,no thing could quell
Explosives whistled all around
where red petals now colour the ground
Lives sacrificed for us,now free
lie quiet as blossom from a tree
Each requiem slowly brought a tear
stripping each sense of its veneer
Crysanthemums now lie on each grave
thus did fortune favour the brave
Hendecasyllabic
Cold day - Christmas is snow and mistletoe fun,
Christ child's praise and His sacred holy-day birth.
Humdrum born in a manger low, God's own son,
e'er He came to redeem this troubled worn earth.
So make praise and do know that we are great worth.
Handshakes, smiles and warm season greetings mean much.
Heartfelt, cheerful words made, give life a nice touch.
The new normal ?
Please
do not cough or sneeze
for when you are near
I’m filled with fear
Just wear your masks
As you carry out your daily tasks
But don’t wear your dirty gloves
when you feed the doves.
No more need for appetizers,
Just the hand sanitizers?
Keep passing the milkshakes
But don’t expect any handshakes.
This is the new normal,
The factual formal,
The viral violence,
The statistical silence.
Hello and handshakes,
now old hat,
that brief hello,
wiggling through teeth.....
a stiff aura
still making breakfast,
news blabbing
from the old TV,
touching is only
on a big screen,
a carbon copy
of middle aged parents,
tequila on Friday
the bright spot,
like sunshine
on a
wrinkled countenance,
gazing right through each other,
the big mirror,
a comfort zone,
waiting
for one or the other
to push out
first.
A laughter full of Xmas cheer
In a sunset on the rising moon
A river of mercury flows through me
Moonlight in a splash of red wine
To savour a new festive seasoning
But the smash of moon rocks grounds me
A handful of Xmas handshakes
Turn my spilt milk into a milkshake
To let a silent night snow on my taste buds
Ice cream forecast from the Poles
To overcast a forest of Xmas trees
Skiing down the slopes of a mountain on a spoon
What to Believe
And here we go again, a conflict that can end in war
and both sides blame the other and we believe in
lies according to out political convictions.
Everyone claims to know the truth which they are unable
to verify without calling the opponent names.
Could the cynical truth be that Europe needs a war
not a devastating one, but just a little bloodletting before
settling the matter in Berlin.
War memorials and solemn handshakes.
The day became silent
not in a happy manner,
the world was lighter
not by much - but still significant,
the sound of tears falling
echoed into the night,
life once lived now gone.
How can it pass so quickly?
A decade seemed like a day,
time now frozen
in this shaken soul,
no more greetings,
no more kisses,
no more handshakes,
no more sendoffs,
no more anything,
only silent barking now.
Goodbye faithful friend,
farewell and love always!
The world is full of snakes.
Don't trust all the handshakes.
The sadness doesn't let me sleep.
and disparity keeps me awake.
Standing alone needs a steely will.
It’s a roller coaster, not a piece of cake.
You are a man, so be brave.
Keep on a smile, no matter real or fake.
Hug yourself and calm your heart down.
love yourself, and forgive your mistakes.
Hold yourself when everyone leaves, my dear
you’re macho, you're valiant, you just need a break.
As you sit here in honor of me.
Know I’m with you and always will be.
I thank you for the love you have shown.
But the time has come I must go alone.
Do not weep for me as I depart.
I will forever be in your heart.
There aren’t any handshakes in this goodbye.
Rejoice my loss for I’m in paradise.
I’ll miss my life I savored so much,
My family, my friends, a loved ones touch.
I need no luggage just hand me my comb.
I do not need much for I’m going home.
Pondering in sloth riddled exile, Stained by resolute pixel batter
Mutilated by idea’s negligent dirty mudded and infested bath-water
Sharing the extreme imagination contrast reality.
Panic thrusted full pelt entrusted.
Money feeds such little it cares
Freelance breed suffering servant indeed.
The ubiquitous sleeve hidden and deceived
Laughing smiles teeth that gleam
Sweaty handshakes left unfilled and malice built
A practitioner of harmful concept
A leveller of nature’s milk.
A New Year Dream
When I was younger and naive,
I fell asleep on New Year’s Eve,
Imagining that when I awakened,
The world would be smitten by love:
With bells ringing and people singing,
Exchanging handshakes, kisses, and hugging,
With sincere intentions for prosperity,
Peaceful coexistence, and a shared destiny.
When morning came, reality took over.
Between the linen, my dream shattered
I felt older and disappointed
That yesterday’s tomorrow was no different.
You will find it
On an unremarkable urban street
But no signs will point you
Well-worn tracks
That lead to it
These are not made of steel
No people with teary farewells
Or Cheery welcomes
Hugs and handshakes
Lost to antiquity
Unattended gardens
Surround it
An old squeaky gate
Guards it
Bland as bile
Its wall
Memories of institutions
That room
Waiting room
Filled with the palliative
Dying
Helpless
Unloved
Unmoved
Left waiting in
Absolute
At
Black train station