1. Honey

    Honey on 03/08/2006 6:05 a.m. #

    <br />
    Write Handed Conundrum <br />
    <br />
    "If thy hand offends thee, cut it off"<br />
    Apparent wisdom from of old<br />
    Yet if I remove that which offends him so<br />
    How will his hand I hold?<br />

  2. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 03/11/2006 12:15 p.m. #

    What's in a hand<br />
    Graced with polish<br />
    Weathered with sun<br />
    Calloused and scarred<br />
    Soft with scratching quills<br />
    <br />
    Why hold them<br />
    When they slap you<br />
    Drive nails into coffins<br />
    Braid whips to men enslave<br />
    <br />
    Seek truth in clear eyes<br />
    Not in sweaty touches<br />
    Where women stay<br />
    Always wondering<br />
    What's in a hand

  3. Honey

    Honey on 03/14/2006 7:30 a.m. #

    <br />
    When Clear Eyes Cloud<br />
    <br />
    He climbs aboard to join the herd<br />
    Smiling his way through the cattle train<br />
    As he scans our faces we recognise<br />
    Clearly today he’s clean out of pain<br />
    He passes on one and all<br />
    He might only imagine what lies within<br />
    As long as we hide the broiling spume<br />
    He’ll be happy to beam his well meaning grin<br />
    <br />
    But what is in a smile<br />
    Of what worth to us mournful cattle<br />
    If he won’t feel what it is he would touch<br />
    Or take taste of our daily battle<br />
    He’ll look, but he won’t see <br />
    He’ll leave the train and then<br />
    We’re left sitting on our benches <br />
    As he’s left us time and time again<br />
    <br />
    Unless this day I should catch his hand <br />
    In his passing by<br />
    He’ll take displeasure in the pressure<br />
    And would no doubt recoil in surprise<br />
    Yet before I grant him release<br />
    He’ll be forced to search my eyes…<br />
    <br />
    …But I can’t reach out on a train<br />
    It’s not the social way<br />
    So we allow him his pedantic promise<br />
    Of a better day<br />
    <br />
    He would rather avoid my hand<br />
    He’s own holds too much fear<br />
    Of how much I’ll contaminate<br />
    If I’d dare to pull him near<br />
    He shuns the pain and death<br />
    The baggage we bring on the train<br />
    Wishing instead we’d conceal<br />
    And reciprocated smile to feign<br />
    <br />
    Still I’d wish him to hold my hand<br />
    That he would feel what makes it shake<br />
    Feel the heat that draws the sweat<br />
    Feel the crush that causes it break<br />
    Feel the slap of erratic emotion<br />
    And discover if it’s worth the while <br />
    The wait for the intentioned caress<br />
    Delivered with the genuine smile<br />
    <br />
    We see your smile of hope Mikey<br />
    Fortune shines favorably on your view<br />
    Though I’m remembering on the train that day<br />
    Why I couldn’t smile back at you<br />

  4. Honey

    Honey on 03/14/2006 8:12 a.m. #

    <br />
    What's In A Hand<br />
    <br />
    Touch<br />
    A fundamental necessity of life<br />
    For which the body cries<br />
    <br />
    The expression of much <br />
    That would ne’r else escape <br />
    The solitary confinement of eyes<br />
    <br />
    <br />
    <br /><br />

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