It ill becomes a carpenter to be heavy-handed, a smith to be shake-handed, or a physician to be tenderhearted.
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The Spirit Of St. Louis IV
In my consortium,
In my realm,
Born on Friday the 13th;
But i broke my right hand in primary three,
And today i am a left handed.
Thanks to my teacher who taught me to switch to the other hand,
And like the freat men and women in the land of plenty!
For my gifted talent had made me who i am today,
And like great men and women who were left handed.
A typical example if 'Albert Einstein' who brought about the Energy Theory,
And the world had come along with it!
Because, E=mc².
Bill Gate of the Microsoft fame is a left-handed,
President Obama of the U.S.A. is a left-handed,
Like the Day of the Left-Handed celebrated on the 13th of August;
So the dedication of this poem is for the left-handed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Nasty Situation
Jesus was a carpenter
Who made things out of wood,
He should have stayed a carpenter,
It would have done Him a lot of good,
Instead He started preaching
And making quite a fuss,
So they handed Him over to the Romans
Who nailed Him to a cross.
The trouble with the Pharisees
Is they're Politically Correct,
They exterminate their enemies,
But what did you expect?
The moral of this story
Is stay clean with the Law,
'Cos even if you're the King of Glory
Two plus two makes four!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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I'm left handed, but my dad taught me to play guitar right-handed.
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We need three kinds of pitching: left handed, right handed, and relief.
quote by Whitey Herzog
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Over To You
Born in the window
Cold blooded spoof
Raised in the prison
You called the school
Taught young in legends
Told what to do
I handed my childhood
Over to you
Travelling endlessly, Im searching for mind
Im almost afraid of what I will find
Wandering aimlessly, oh what can I do?
I handed my future over to you, to you
Over to you
Future looks blue
What can I do?
Watching for freedom
Fighting our wars
Feeding our children
Keeping your laws
Someday youll suffer
And what Ill do
Ill hand all your promises
Over to you
Standing inside myself, Im losing control
You made me believe in the stories you told
Waiting impatiently, what else can I do?
I handed my future over to you, to you
Over to you
Future looks blue
What can I do?
Tears filled of sadness
Stealing myself
Which burning secrets?
What to they tell?
Mad politicians
Can tell it true
I handed my children
Over to you
All over, over to you
All over, over to you
All over, over to you...
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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I didn't know Albert back then - I just learned to play that way. He and I were the only guys that played left-handed. Then left-handed people came from every direction.
Gust no Gale
Heavy handed wind protest the quiet arrangement of my yard
Redecorate as you please disturbing as you are
Leer The aftermath of a childhood prank
Barking branches Shake my sleep
Gust my thoughts my think
close your disturbing howl
Muddled couch bound and Confused
Ill stay inside for now
What If I Have Only One Arm?
if i have only one arm left
i still take the pleasure of using to the utmost
the remaining arm
i will take my coffee one at a time
open a jar with sugar
take a spoonful
and take the cup
and pour hot water there
i prefer the right arm
rather than the left
if one arm be lost.
just that, i am right handed
and you are left handed
we still complement each other and that
is the most important thing that
can happen to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There are atheists and Christians, and there are people in both groups who are a little too heavy-handed.
Why has it seemed that the only way to protect the environment is with heavy-handed government regulation?
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Wind Mills
Man-made gods single-headed
Attached to a detached bust
Synthesizing on top decored
Three- handed, two-handed deified
Whirling in slow motion
Standing at ease on four legs
Empowered to empower human needs
Whilst headless wind-God dispersedly
Diffusing, herding his rotor-children
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Asking Cynthia...
on the blank pages
i write nothing
on the wall i write
nothing
i only speak and
then leave
when i arrive here
i carry nothing and
thus give you nothing
when the hour comes
for departure
i travel light
as light as air passing
by your window
i take nothing too
for
empty handed i come
and empty handed shall i go
did you say that too
cynth?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lefties
?
In the very beginning
when God made woman and man,
He realized some were smarter
and devised a glorious plan.
He gathered the intelligent,
and to tell them from the rest,
made them all left handed
to identify His best.
So when you see a lefty,
please give your due respect,
and try not to be offended
by their greater intellect.
Don't fret if you're right-handed,
even though there is no cure,
God still loves you greatly…
He just loves lefties more.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Basically, what you really want to do is try to engage the viewer's body relation to his thinking and walking and looking, without being overly heavy-handed about it.
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Intimates
Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly.
I handed her the mirror, and said:
Please address these questions to the proper person!
Please make all requests to head-quarters!
In all matters of emotional importance
please approach the supreme authority direct! -
So I handed her the mirror.
And she would have broken it over my head,
but she caught sight of her own reflection
and that held her spellbound for two seconds
while I fled.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Left-handed Blows
Don’t rely on competence, for strength
come from unlearned blows that are left-handed;
until you learn to improvise at length
you short the truth and cannot understand it.
Inspired by a saying of Walter Benjamin: “These are days when no one should rely on his competence. Strength lies in improvisation. All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.”
5/21/09
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I Know When To Leave....
if it is handed
to me,
sincerely, i will
take it,
if you close your
hand
and shake your
head,
and look at me
with a square face,
i will understand,
it is not mine
it is meant for
the other
and he deserves it
better
you see
i am a just man
i give in
to what is higher
i nod my head
and will always be
ready
to leave
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stranded
Standing here helpless
Where do I go
If you leave me alone
Where do I turn now
If it don't work out
As for as I can see
This isn't the way
That you said it would be...
Don't leave me like this
Don't leave me stranded
If you walk away now
You leave me empty handed
Don't leave me like this
Don't leave me stranded
Don't leave me now
Don't leave me...
Wasn't it you
Who brought me here
To the place lovers go
Just look at these arms
Reaching out to you
You said that you'd always care
I just turned around
And there's nobody there
Don't leave me like this
Don't leave me stranded
If you walk away now
You leave me empty handed
Don't leave me like this
Don't leave me stranded
Don't leave me now
Don't leave me...
You said that you'd always care
I just turned around and there's
nobody there
Don't leave me like...
Don't leave me like this
Don't leave me stranded
If you walk away now
You leave me empty handed
Don't leave me like this
Don't leave me stranded
stranded
Don't leave me like this
Don't leave me stranded
Don't leave me like this
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Bitter Animals
The bitter animals compose a short message,
An address to the public, advice for a friend,
That I love it the way winners bring an adage,
From advantages prospered and to ascend.
Binary is the dog’s letter, either it speaks or barks,
Learning the briefing on the wall, living along,
Much with the need for birthmarks,
Much handed to the simplicity they belong.
I crave for motion bugging a movement,
A book is handed to desirables,
The dogs and cats do carry on appeasement,
Much to the scale of worry of untouchables.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When Nothing Is Handed To Us
when nothing is handed to us
we learn to acquire what we think we really need
this is the instinct of survival
and we do not depend on the power of the sun
or the mercy of the moon
we may ask the tiny stars to lend a little of their light
for the darkness of our nights
but when there is none even a flicker from
the stones will be enough
we learn to burn the dryness of our hearts
to create this innate fire
and when we realize what we really are
we begin to find for ourselves the truth
we create our own light and we share the warmth
we become ourselves and then they look at us
we gain so much courage and we do not mind them anymore
when nothing is handed
we learn for the first time that we have our hands to move
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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