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Monday, March 8, 2010

Hands




Smooth hands are suspect.
I love the roughness of your touch,
the way your hands snag my silk blouses.
Sandpaper man, your calluses un-seam me.

I have tortilla-making hands, but don’t make them.
My fingernails have chipped blue polish
from Saturday night, are cut short for typing,
are tattooed with the ink of poems.
My hands touch moonlight on your cheek while you sleep.  

Originally published by The Sierra Nevada Poetry Review

Photo Credit: Stewart Ferebee 

19 comments:

  1. Therapy of Toes: Class poem 3/11/10

    lettuce heads bloom from strips of silver
    little pink toes of camo are springing
    mc chicken sandwich with light mayonaise
    a barren tree with a shimmer of what is to come white, pink, yellow,
    white, pink, and yellow socks fit her cute little feet
    last name ever, first name greatest
    unz, unz, unz, unz, unz, unz
    chocolate dipped strawberries look like red piggies under brown blankets
    slipping and sliding across the hardwood floor
    horse shoes on a salvaged plane like fingernails in the bathroom tub
    scorched soup burns the tongue
    time flows like a river of passing events, and strong is its current
    he loves like a hurricane, I am a tree bending beneath the weight of his wind
    the black sky with twinkling eyes
    from a stare that was distinguished at a distance when we locked eyes
    and as we walked towards each other, her smile guides me across the room.
    bowl of brown rice be the breakfast of champions.

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  2. Jeannette Copas
    Eng 22
    body part poem
    My Phoebia
    They way they look is disgusting. How could God make something so vile?
    They smell after a hard days work. Put all the powder, or lotion you want to, they won't go away!
    They even come in a pair, wasn't one enough? Some have yellowish nails. Eww!!!
    I don't care what you do with them just don't touch me, or enter my space with them, and please don't touch mine!
    Babies are the only ones I will go near.
    I hate feet, they are the ugliest part of a human body!!!

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  3. Gabby Hutchinson
    Eng 22

    Fingers—short and stubby
    Crinkled from the clinching my fists over and over
    They glide over the keys
    The melody plays deep into the soul
    Music notes fill my head
    They consume my thoughts
    As my fingers find the notes of my heart

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  4. Michael Smith
    Eng 22


    You can really see it in his eyes

    Years of neglect decades of indifference

    Highlighted at a single point

    Eyes empty like his broken promises

    They have nothing left to hide

    He says nothing he just stares

    All words unsaid are spoken by the eyes

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  5. See

    Windows to the soul,
    doors to the spirit

    the sun in them sparkles in gold,
    silver, brown, green, yellow

    photograph life through the ever-observing lenses
    that capture the world as it is

    and offer me a glance of how you see
    beyond your vision and embrace imperfection

    through the details that are only obvious
    in the iris of your garden.

    by Christian Briano

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  6. Arjan Guevarra
    Body Part
    Eng 22

    This pair comes in different lengths
    Also in different shades
    They come in different strengths
    And can put my hair into braids

    You can fall on it and have a bruise
    You can draw on it like a tattoo
    You can use it to drive and cruise
    You can scrape it and have a boo boo

    It does things like grab, pull, and hold
    It can be thrown straight or a hook
    It will wrinkle as you get old
    It turns pages of a book

    When in the sun to long it can get warm
    I'm talking about my hands, but my arm

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  7. Jonathan Fordham
    English 22

    They help me get from point A to point B
    walk, power walk, jog, run, sprint what ever it may be. Got to use them to kick push like Lupe on a skate board trying to kick flip down eight stairs. Some say life ain't fair so they hang their head as they kick rocks down the street. I wanted to kick my supervisor's head in when he fucking wrote me up for not shaving. Another time at work a little kid kicked a ball from one side of the store to the other. You can't kick without legs, but I like legs better on the opposite sex. So when I see her I tell her let's do like legs and kick it.

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  8. How do I start this?
    I can see them, feel them
    They fit you like a glove
    When my lips touch yours its
    A moment of ecstasy

    As my tongue touches your lips
    I can see you blissfully
    We kiss our lips touch each other once more
    Both of us not wanting to stop
    Your lips are so sweet and soft
    But we know it cannot last…

    As I sit here alone
    Wishing, waiting, wanting,
    Just to have another feel of those lips
    I can see it now
    Just me and you together as one

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  9. No More Knockers


    Tools of desire
    Nourishes the souls of souls
    Comfort taken is freely given
    lie in my softness for a moment
    Drink my motherly milk
    Then fly off with wings of steal
    As you lay me in the grave

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  10. Katherine Herrera
    English 22

    When his arms, rippling and raw from shouldering years of pain
    Wrap around me, I feel the safest I've ever felt, in
    These arms, stronger than the tallest oak of trees.

    As a child, I once looked for the Superman logo but was
    Disappointed to see he had none.

    Supporting the weight of our world with an ease to envy,
    He caught everything that life ever hurled
    At us, defending us against the storm strong enough to
    Tear young saplings like us from the very earth.

    Even though the tolls of taking on the world are
    Starting to show in his age, his arms never waver,
    Never succumb to the war he fights in his heart.

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  11. Jeremy Provost
    March 16, 2010
    Eng. 22

    From day one they are one of our tools to investigate our new world with
    They extend and retract
    occasionally wrapping around a toy, that first set of car keys, the amber liquid that can release all worry and provide hours of entertainment and adventure
    Their power and strength able to aide in scaling the brittle icy walls of Mt. Everest
    Yet gentle, they can be, like a mother cradling a newborn,
    They aid the doctor who perspires and fights to safely remove the dirty metal protruding from the young man who did not see it coming; shrapnel
    They help set us aside from the rest of the animal kingdom; gotta love those opposable thumbs.
    Hands

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  12. Therapy of Toes: Class poem (addendum 3/16/10

    Lettuce heads bloom from strips of silver
    little pink toes of camo are springing
    mc chicken sandwich with light mayonaise
    a barren tree with a shimmer of what is to come white, pink, yellow,
    white, pink, and yellow socks fit her cute little feet
    last name ever, first name greatest
    unz, unz, unz, unz, unz, unz
    chocolate dipped strawberries look like red piggies under brown blankets
    slipping and sliding across the hardwood floor
    horse shoes on a salvaged plane like fingernails in the bathroom tub
    scorched soup burns the tongue
    time flows like a river of passing events, and strong is its current
    he loves like a hurricane, I am a tree bending beneath the weight of his wind
    the black sky with twinkling eyes
    from a stare that was distinguished at a distance when we locked eyes
    and as we walked towards each other, her smile guides me across the room.
    bowl of brown rice be the breakfast of champions.
    Swish, swish, swish . . . there are bubbles in my head. Shiny, almost glossy, and they pop.
    The cocophony of sound caused by champions crushing steroids
    gliding on my carpet with a pocket full of shrooms,
    I chase the green fairy I see every time I do.
    If you wanna dance Freak out Freak out,
    If you wanna smoke Smoke out Smoke out.
    Keep, keep, keep, keep
    they aren't angels, just dust.

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  13. Mike Ongy
    Eng 22

    Body Part Poem

    Her body, alone, already is a wonderland and I'm
    not referring to the one named Alice
    soft sweet spoken words come from what people would label as, her mouth.
    It's like listening to your favorite song on the radio on a warm summer afternoon as they simply turn dull boring sounds into a beautiful stir of constant rhythm that can even make the deaf hear such cleverness. This "mouth" produces not words but melodies just like an inspired artist painting vivid pictures on a smooth canvas. No foul language ever comes from this work of art, but instead she uses it wisely which I adore her even more. They say the mind is a bad thing to waste, I say the way she delivers those thoughts from her mind to her voice through her mouth is simply, priceless.

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  16. Jehan Valera
    Eng-22
    body part poem

    plump

    so soft and delicate to the touch.
    they're such voluptuous things..
    never have i ever wanted to feel those pair of plump morsels so much..
    Like two pillows that cushion my impact. Fact, i have never felt a pair like those before...Although Crackled by weather and time hers are the only kind... for tonight her lips are mine, want it forever but they're mine... just for tonight

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  17. Maria Hernandez
    Eng 22

    My Mother’s Hands

    My mother’s hands
    The hands that first cradled me when I entered the world
    The hands that prepared my first meal
    The hands that wiped my tears from when I fell of my skateboard and cleansed my gravel scraped knees.
    My mother’s hands
    The hands that brushed my dark curly hair and perfected my pigtails with braids
    Long, slim, and strong
    The hard work they perform shall not be taken for granted.

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  18. George Kurtow
    Eng 22

    MY KNEES
    They click and grind and will hurt for days
    My knees that I sacrifice for this chrome BMX
    They drive me forward to go fast
    Like a race you don’t want to be last
    Down stair sets bracing impact
    Grinding down bit by bit every time I hit a ledge
    I always make sure Im properly aligned
    As I get old I will feel the pain
    Of those days of impact from catching infinite air
    Im happy, I will be cheerful
    I have memories of flight

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  19. Bethanie Walton
    Eng-22

    CHICKEN SKIN
    Fur so long Its smooth to the touch
    See you tomorrow Can't say i want it so much
    Goose Pray Ring
    You're in my head
    I can feel my fingertips on your cherry lips
    Goosebumps all over
    With your head on my shoulder
    Goose Pray Ring
    You give me chicken sskin
    In the moprning when I wake up I'll see you and pretend
    You love me

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