Do Not Worry
Take your right hand,
Palm facing up,
And line your fingers
With your teeth.
Hold firmly onto the roof of your mouth.
Do the same with your left hand,
But grip your chin.
Move your hands in opposite directions
Until you hear your jaw cracking
Against the pressure
You put yourself through.
Let your face relax
Back into place.
Let your elastic skin
Rubber-band back into the folds
Sagging over the shadows on your face.
Let it cover your wrinkles
And worry lines.
Then, try again.
Try to unfold your head.
Open it like a book.
Expose your throat to the wind
To let it blow the words
You couldn't speak away.
Split your lips at the seams,
So that a smile may spread its way
Across your rigid cheeks.
Do not worry when your skull
Whacks against your back
And ricochets into the air.
Do not worry when your jaw
Slaps and swings at your chest
By the light current of the breeze.
Do not worry when your blood
Spills all over,
Drenching the dirty ground
And the eyes of everyone
As they watch you
Pull yourself apart.
Do not worry.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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In The Palm Of Your Hand
In the palm of your hand
you hold my heart.
Cradle it gently, my love
so it will never fall apart.
In the palm of your hand
you hold my love.
Carress it tenderly forever
and always place it above
everything that you touch.
Hold my hand
in the palm of your hand
so that I may always feel
that the sifting grains of sand
in the hourglass of time
will never be able to steal
these precious moments away.
Let them be able to stay
always in the palm of your hand.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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New Niche....
at first we walk hand in hand
tighter is her grip on my palm
my fingers are getting numb
choked
existential disaster
so i slowly slip my hands from your hold
and you notice
so you also let the slip lose
and my hands are free now
and we do not speak about this matter
perhaps because we like it
to happen
and you have seen another part of this life
a slice
sweeter to your taste
the one than can please and appease you
and i let you go
and i imagine myself as the new wind from the sea
spreading in all directions
as i too let myself go
thinking that i may be happier in this
ah, you throw me away as a cat from the window
midway
i have become a turtle now
gladly
swimming in my new river
which i must invent in order to survive
and thus
be not hurt
as you must too understand
as we both look for the same thing
something loose and free
windy and cool
and worth inhaling
i like this water
that makes me fluid
like a squid.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Second Part: Misleading An Idea Like A Blind Man
my left hand touches the right side of my neck
rubbing it and then slides its fingers to my ear
i open my mouth to signify that i long for sleep
i put my hands on top of my unwashed hair
the day's schedule is hectic like the way a juggler pleases our eyes
i open my mouth letting the wall see my egg white
teeth and then i close my mouth again
sipping air inside my lungs
my eyes are like heavy clouds low to the ground
becoming fog to the grass
i am sleepy
but i do not want to sleep
i am teasing time since it has no
underwear
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Right & Left
Some days you are the right hand, I the left
You hold me in your palm in times of need
By giving love and gentle nudge ‘til I succeed
On other days the reverse is true
I am the right hand and I hold you
I lift you up, with a tender word or smile
Making the see-saw of this crazy life worthwhile
Right hand or left we don a perfect fitting glove
To help keep us in balance and sustain our love
By CLF
poem by Ray Lucero
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Unprepared For The Rush Of This
Take my hand and hold it tight,
Squeeze until you feel us bond.
The speed of time increases quick.
And many are going to lose their grip!
Those unprepared for the rush of this,
Will be left unknowing what's going on!
Since divisions of mindsets will be gone.
Approach we do,
The coming of a new dawn!
Take my hand and hold it tight,
Squeeze until you feel us bond.
The speed of time increases quick.
And many are going to lose their grip!
Take my hand and hold it tight.
Hold it tight.
Hold it tight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A hand of friendship
Take the hand i am holding on to you
It is the hand of friendship and love
A hand that will give you support
To bear to endure and to be firm
In life's vicious circle that we live
It is the hand of a friend
Which will give you strength
A firm grip ensuring security
It is the hand of love and concern
Hold it tightly to be affirm
Life is good life is hope
Life is what you cope
With courage strength and a smile
With hand in hand hand in love
Hold it tight hold it firm
With the belief thats for sure
God is with us as never before
poem by Rehanayakoob Yakoob
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Motherhood
She sat on a shelf,
her breasts two bellies
on her poked-out belly,
on which the navel looked
like a sucked-in mouth—
her knees bent and apart,
her long left arm raised,
with the large hand knuckled
to a bar in the ceiling—
her right hand clamping
the skinny infant to her chest—
its round, pale, new,
soft muzzle hunting
in the brown hair for a nipple,
its splayed, tiny hand picking
at her naked, dirty ear.
Twisting its little neck,
with tortured, ecstatic eyes
the size of lentils, it looked
into her severe, close-set,
solemn eyes, that beneath bald
eyelids glared—dull lights
in sockets of leather.
She twitched some chin-hairs,
with pain or pleasure,
as the baby-mouth found and
yanked at her nipple;
its pink-nailed, jointless
fingers, wandering her face,
tangled in the tufts
of her cliffy brows.
She brought her big
hand down from the bar
with pretended exasperation
unfastened the little hand,
and locked it within her palm—
while her right hand
with snag-nailed forefinger
and short, sharp thumb, raked
the new orange hair
of the infant’s skinny flank—
and found a louse,
which she lipped, and
thoughtfully crisped
between broad teeth.
She wrinkled appreciative
nostrils which, without a nose,
stood open—damp holes
above the poke of her mouth.
She licked her lips, flicked
her leather eyelids—
then, suddenly flung
up both arms and grabbed
the bars overhead.
The baby‘s scrabbly fingers
instantly caught the hair—
as if there were metal rings there—
in her long, stretched armpits.
And, as she stately swung,
and then proudly, more swiftly
slung herself from corner
to corner of her cell—
arms longer than her round
body, short knees bent—
her little wild-haired,
poke-mouthed infant hung,
like some sort of trophy,
or decoration, or shaggy medal—
shaped like herself—but new,
clean, soft and shining
on her chest.
poem by May Swenson
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Left Hand
It was typical of you
To give it to me plain
The sign on your door
Said make your mind up or go away
It was difficult for me
To figure you out
Left hand
Always wants to know what the right is doing
Tell the way we miss out on something
We're free
But there is nothing when I present
It was typical of you
To feather your nest
Try to explain
Me and my big mouth were laid to rest
There's nowhere to go
But I'm not hanging around
Left hand
Pick me up and then you put me down
Left hand
Always wants to know what the right is doing
Tell the way we miss out on something
We're free
But there is one thing when I present
Left hand
Left hand
Left hand
Always wants to know what the right is doing
song performed by by Crowded House
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Clarity
do not eat words
do not eat my poetry
do not attempt to chew it
do not swallow it whole like how a boa swallows the whole pig
take your time. look at it. from the first word to the last.
think of this poem as syllables, not as thoughts, not as my thoughts.
or your thoughts. think of this poem as a feeling.
a baby sleeping. a calm look at the eye. a stare.
a grip. a hand grasping another hand.
a breath suspended in cold air.
two hands in prayer. think of this as the sound of a distant bell.
an orange dressed monk walking at the shore.
a leaf falling on the white sand.
a last step on the trip.
a beginning of a dream.
do not think now. Feel the sands slipping from your fingers.
See the sands falling on the floor of the sand.
do not move. Do not swallow your saliva.
And then speak the first word of this line.
This i think is clarity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A hand of friendship
Take the hand i am holding on to you
It is the hand of friendship and love
A hand that will give you support
To bear to endure and to be firm
In life's vicious circle that we live
It is the hand of a friend
Which will give you strength
a firm grip ensuring security
It is the hand of love and concern
Hold it tight to be affirm
Life is good life is hope
Life is what you cope
With courage strength and a smile
With hand in hand a hand of love
Hold it tight hold it firm
With the belief thats for sure
God is with us as never before
poem by Rehanayakoob Yakoob
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Your Hand To My Heart
Your hand to my heart
I'm going to hold it close
let you feel every beat
which emanates from me
I beat to my own drum
a rhythm I make up
few others get me like you
your fingers to my own
I'll keep a tight hold
like I'm afraid to let go
knowing how special you are
there will never be another
quite like you I'm sure
I don t wish to find out
My thoughts of you
your eyes, your lips
the way they look
every time you smile
how could I not be in love
that would defy all reason
I'm thoughtful of you
your hand to my heart
I'll grip it tightly
let you feel what I feel
in our moments together
you are special to me
a little bit amazing
your hand to my heart
feels just like it should be
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Chains Around Me
You went out for a while
I was left alone with him
Before i knew it i was taken
The room was dark and cold
The door was locked
I was alone with him
He came closer
The sound of him filled the room
He grabbed my small arms
And pinned me to the wall
He says dont worry i wont hurt you
One hand lost its grip
He feels my heart race
His hand lets go for a second
I tried to move
And i failed to get away
He pushes me back against the wall
All his weight on me
Silence falls for a second
A sound fills the room
I didnt know it was
He turns around
His cold hard hands run over me
I cry in fear he says be quiet
Before i knew it i was an the floor
I felt his hands hold me down
I look up only to see him over me
The icy stare in his eyes watch me
I cant pull or move away
I can only stay still and watch him
The feeling over me the pain unbearable
Every second hurts every minute kills
I cry wishing it would end
He says never tell
I thought it was over for good
But every chance he got he did it again
I couldnt stop him he was too strong
He is like a chain tied around me
Theres nothing i can do
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Why
Tonight the earth will arrive like a gift
I promised I would send it by parcel force
You will hear that little clod on the carpet
As it falls through the slit in the door
Where I have been standing for so long
Waiting to be let in
Unlucky so many times before!
Will you sign on the dotted line?
Feel the earth in the palm of your hand
'Why? ' you may ask
because I promised you the earth,
And I did,
Hold my heart in the palm of your hands
Only then can I breathe, can I live!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Hold Me
Written by christine mcvie and robbie patton.
Can you understand me
Baby, dont you hand me a line
Although it doesnt matter
You and me got plenty of time
Theres nobody in the future
So baby let me hand you my love
Theres no step for you to dance to
So slip your hand inside of my glove
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me
I dont want no damage
But howm I gonna manage with you
You hold the percentage
But Im the fool payin the dues
Im just around the corner
If you got a minute to spare
Ill be waitin for you
If you ever wanna be there
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Hold My Hand
Hold my hand
We, two, shall walk as one
Hold my hand
We'll repair all damage done
Hold my hand
Cradle me in your embrace
Hold my hand
Our future, together, we'll face
Hold my hand
Please never let me go
Hold my hand
I love you more than you know
poem by CarolAnne Spalding
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Hand I Hold
The hand I hold
is the hand of love
when people see me anywhere.
The hand that steadies me
when storm clouds appear.
The hand that wipes away
the tears I want to hide.
The hand I hold
is the hand of love
tender soft and warm.
The hand that mends
and helps time heal
any wanton sore.
The hand that comforts
when tragedies come to pass.
The hand I hold
is the hand of love
and will be with me
until the day I die.
29 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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Where Am I And Where Am I Going
those are not questions now.
and i do not need to answer them.
for you.
where am i, i am here, my hands
owning a set of fingers. fingers that
grope for words. for us.
i like to think
i am groping for
the words of love. for you.
i like to see how a leaf sways
caressed by the wind that
loves it. gently. for us to think about
for a time, being, here.
where am i, i am beside
a big box. a house. i am inside.
this big empty box, where
a loud music is played
and my ears are dying
to be sealed by fate
to deafening indifference
of you. from me. i am here.
saving on words. scribbling
some meanings. for us.
i am in the middle of
an overuse. i am in need
of a recluse. for us. to fuse
again.
some birds tweeting
the sound of departure.
is this the mating season
of the wind and the water
and the river and the sea?
where am i going?
i am going nowhere.
i am staying i am loyal
to this seat
i am warm like
a palm. i am going,
let me tell you honestly,
i am going to make a difference.
for us. we shall never be the same again.
you grip my hand. I escape through the fingers
of my watery self.
as usual, you will see me: a river, and then i am
the sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hold My Hand
Today, when she comes in,
Ill be standing at the door, and I wont say any more.
I know that shes been there.
Its not the way I look at her, its the way she looks at me.
Yes you can hold my hand any other night,
Hold my hand, its gonna be all right.
Hold my hand any other night of the week,
Its all right.
Hold my hand any other night,
Hold my hand, its gonna be all right.
Hold my hand any other night of the week,
Its all right.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
When she lays on my bed,
Its not me shes thinking of, its just me that really cares.
My time, I know is out,
And shell be walking through that door,
And shell lie again tomorrow night.
Yes you can hold my hand any other night,
Hold my hand, its gonna be all right.
Hold my hand any other night of the week,
Its all right.
Hold my hand any other night,
Hold my hand, its gonna be all right.
Hold my hand any other night of the week,
Its all right.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hold My Hand
With a little love, and some tenderness
Well walk upon the water
Well rise above this mess
With a little peace, and some harmony
Well take the world together
Well take em by the hand
cause Ive got a hand for you
cause I wanna run with you
Yesterday, I saw you standing there
Your head was down, your eyes were red
No comb had touched your hair
I said get up, and let me see you smile
Well take a walk together
Walk the road awhile, cause
cause Ive got a hand for you
Ive got a hand for you
cause I wanna run with you
Wont you let me run with you? yeah
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
Ill take you to a place where you can be
Hold my hand
Anything you wanna be because
I wanna love you the best that, the best that I can
See I was wasted, and I was wasting time
till I thought about your problems, I thought about your crimes
Then I stood up, and then I screamed aloud
I dont wanna be part of your problems
Dont wanna be part of your crowd, no
cause Ive got a hand for you
Ive got a hand for you
cause I wanna run with you
Ah, wont you let me run with you?
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
Ill take you to the promised land
Hold my hand
Maybe we cant change the world but
I wanna love you the best that, the best that I can, yeah
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
Ill take you to a place where you can be
Hold my hand
Anything you wanna be because
I...oh...no, no, no, no, no
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
Ill take you to the promised land
Hold my hand
Maybe we cant change the world but
I wanna love you the best that, best that I can
Oh, the best that I can
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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In Honor Of Black History Month
...and, this year we are so excited,
In honor of Black History Month...
To provide a ten thousand dollar scholarship,
To anyone who can answer the following question.
And...
If you all notice,
You have been given the answer as is shown...
Amongst the choices from which to choose.
Either A, B or C.
Good luck!
Here is your question...
How many fingers are on the left hand?
You have five seconds to respond.
Place your one thumb on the buzzer.
And hold with your remaining four fingers,
On your left hand.
YES!
You are the first to respond.
Your answer is...?
'Hold up!
And don't be winking at me.
I ain't into that!
Supposing that left hand was held by someone else...
Guiding with valued assistance to choose the right path? '
That has nothing to do with the question asked.
NOR is that one of the answers already given.
One of them is correct.
The others are not.
'Look...
I need that ten thousand dollars.
And stop winking at me...
Pervert.'
Do you or do you not have the correct answer?
'Do you or do you not get on my last nerve? '
THIS is a contest.
'And THIS is my fist.
Do you mind repeating the question?
And don't look at me as if I'm the one stupid.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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