Short Index Finger Poems
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The last time
I took
a photograph
Instamatics
were in flower
No one
could get over
the expression
on my index finger
wrote a poem across his back
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his little finger kissed her little finger, cute feng.
ring finger. love is not a game! natural love.
middle finger!!
index finger is wonderfully great.
thumb is the greatest. A thumb for natural love!
just one crazy bush
spread out in that barren field
sprouts blood-red berries
one icy window
one index finger writing
she reads backwards smiles
how simply charming
this snowflake hits my window
melts a wayward star
Chestnut hair
Hues of gold
Transforms to dust
Settles there in
Eyes umber
Index finger
Traces ear
Guides titian tresses
In channel there
Eyes slumber
She goes to a place
Where little girls dream
She goes to a place
Where little boys dare
Ne’er enter
Abstract aspect of art,
Tiny tears on a tongue.
Lately our love is lost,
Advantage across affection.
Never normal nights,
Tension through thunderstorm.
Ink is on my index finger,
Searching for our sweet secret in a salt.
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.
"My tumb finger waiting to put a
sindoor in ur forehead, index finger
is waiting to put a dot in ur swt
dimple chick, middle finger is
waiting to help u to hold the nouse
ring while u r waring it, ring finger is
waiting to get a ring frm u and little
finger is waiting to hold ur little
finger forever....."
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
The inside of my knuckles,
Between the middle and index finger,
Burn like hell.
This cigarette has drawn an ash,
Longer than I could draw a line
Upon a piece of paper.
I'm afraid,
To inch my hand anywhere near it.
This keyboard,
It's so god damn clean.
Is it necessary to create such a mess,
Upon the place my hands work?
While the canvas,
The bright screen,
Remains clean?
The Grammar Years
On that train an hour ago,
though he did not see me,
I saw a teacher I had years ago,
a proper man was he
who in the margins of my papers
wrote short sermons in a script
so perfect and so neat
they looked like samplers.
But on that train an hour ago
I glowed in exultation when I saw
his index finger pluck
a small erratum from his nose.
Donal Mahoney
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.
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