moons crescent thumbprint
shines bright in the dead of night
highlighting my smile
approval wanted
as I gaze into the sky
thumbprint moon beams bright
sun bronzed burgundy
bearing the thumbprint of god
like garnet sunset skies odd
beautiful climbing
warmed by rich gold rays of life
blithe above green strife
thrilling to breezes
with memories of moonlight
within bluebirds' sight
clematis coyly
attracts stares from everywhere
at beauty in air
On the darkest night god's thumbprint highlights the sky
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the night exhales~
a slow, silver breath
etching itself onto glass.
morning presses close,
a blurred thumbprint
of gold.
between them,
the world suspends~
half ice, half fire,
whispering: Wait.
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Grammy’s pearl necklace~
still warm from her collarbone,
now cool in my hands,
each bead a closed eye.
Pop’s pocket watch still ticks,
though no one winds it~
his thumbprint smudged
on the glass like a ghost.
Mom's wedding ring
left on the windowsill,
collecting sunlight
and fingerprints.
These things I cherish
but never use,
these small,
heavy ghosts.
Each one of us is special
Each one of us is different
From the capacity of our mental realm
To our very thumbprint
The differences never cease to amaze me
Superficial and profound
Each one of us has a talent
Each one of us has a gift
The most difficult task to perform is finding out what it is
That makes us different from the next
That gives us a sense of self-respect
That tells the world that I am like no other
Can you imagine if we were all the same way?
How could we properly function without going insane?
Can you imagine if we looked the same and answered to the same name?
Can you imagine the confusion, frustration, and pain?
If you were similar to the next
Living life would be so complex
My every waking hour would be so dismal
I would lack ingenuity, creativity and charisma
What if we were all geniuses?
How could you tell who was gifted?
If our lives were monotonous,
How could one tell the difference?
Be elated that you are unique
From the things you do to the way you speak
The very dreams you will achieve
Thank God for variety and individuality
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I
bamboo curve, sun-bleached—
still smells of lakeweed and sweat.
his thumbprint remains.
II
reel jammed with old line—
ghost-tug of the one that snapped
his last muttered curse.
III
rust hooks in the shed—
nowhere left to cast but dreams
where the big ones bite.
My smile watching God's thumbprint in the sky
Please" A Big No!"to contract
That would Shaolin kicks attract,
From a modest aim detract;
Flow of air slow down in tract.
"No"to cheques you never checked;
Much like grains hens never pecked,
Post-dated cheques quick dreams wrecked
And issuer's good name staked...
And -yes- endorsements: thumbprint
For eyes with mistrustful glint
Staring at money in mint:
From head to toe Captain Flint!
From these counsels points extract:
Every goddamned message tracked,
The giver his brains racked,
You not doing so move slacked...
A business Man talks listen:
Minds light and they glisten.
In deep specks, the sea flashlight sways.
sapphire flecks, and azure splashing.
Screes’ speckled satins.
Sadness fluid in the bowed beldam.
sprinkle its stretch into the shards
as her wings curled in dismay.
She had morphed into a mountainous waterfall.
a stratum full of opal swords clasped her down.
similar to a thumbprint
Gloved and cloaked in a conundrum
While roaming, she spoke a light
of transforming stone into a mist
Written: November 27, 2022
Every person is unique
And so revealed by his thumbprint
An undeniable identity
And so fate may be different
And so wealth, power, fame
May be different too
And so satisfaction and gratefulness
Is rare
And so jealousy
Is obvious
But
To compare with the top
To compare with the bottom
You're still lucky
To have something in hands
Your family and loved ones
Love and affection is invaluable
Because of its uniqueness
And solemnity
irony helps
when contemplating
the vastness of space
not even a thumbprint
am i
No two persons are the same
An evidence of the thumbprint
Tolerence may be the only solution
Look before you leap
Say yes enterprise
A life long investment
Sometimes a yes man
Can be a a smart guy
Sometimes a yes man
Can be a lucky guy
To be welcome everywhere
Say yes before you comment
Say yes before you complain
Say you'll try before you refuse
Say you'll try your best before you give up
Say you'll try to surrender to God
Before you betray him
I jump, but can not leap:
entreating you is like two parallel streets
that do not meet.
My lips, employ straightforward plain words as hidden clues.
Note: I am not a man of eloquent, noble elevated upper schools.
I keep it simple, yet I am very honest and true and also blue.
This is all that I know how and all that I can do.
My words now stolen from a thesaurus and
a scrabble game match I did fuse.
This just to say, may I get to know
all that is truly you.
Please, view that love postcard sent
and the thumbprint impression that was left.
Allow me to press my thumb and do print on it again.
Then see that mark, a match. This the enduring proof
of a love-struck hard man and a very shy personality that is me.
(Now a Kiss!)
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