Hands

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Hands

Hands: Drew Lancaster

Some are big

Some are small

Eacch should have 5

Length made to hols


The use may differ

Pending the size

Pending the giver

Firm or with a shiver


Hold each tight

Every Sigle bone matters

Be kind with them

Make good time to spend


Watch how simple use

Softly make life better

Just reach and see

How a hand can touch another

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

SinnerSaint’s Poems (49)

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Blow Your Mind: Drew Lancaster 0
Quote on Death of POETS 0
My Own Life 0
Said the ghost at his grave 0
Stay 0
Read me, I plead thee 0
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The Little Engine That Could Not: Drew Lancaster 2
Worth It 1
She, They...Would It Have Mattered Anyway 1
Come Now Boy, Lets Go Home 2
What Makes The Man 2
Reverb Of The Heart 1
His Heart 1
Said Simpler The Crippled Man 1
The Letting Go 2
A Letter To Feel 0
Last Wishes 1
A Second Chance Short A Shade Of Gray 1
My Hearts Sake 0
The Crow's Road 1
Chosen 0
Bare Feet All We Need 1
To Whisper A Name 1
Hands 0
Should We Be Birds 1
The Brave Little Angel Sent A Broken Suicide Letter 2
Goarden Of Loves Promises 1
A Cigarrete 0
I Know The Word 0
To Dance With Death 2
Jury To A Stone 4
She, They..Would It Have Mattered Anyway 0
Said,"Simplar The Crippled Man" 0
What Are Tears 1
Stars Of Eternity 0
Destined Grace 3
King Of Pain 0
I MET WITH MY SOUL ON THE BANK OF THE RIVERS BED 1
A GHOST AT MOST 0
If The Mirror Were Me 1
Imagine Me Lady 0
My Shadow 2
AS I FALL 0
SCHOOL OF DOUBT 0
The Thief 2
Mid-Night In My Mind 1
What Angels Must Do 1
Snners&Saints 0