#handshakes - Hello Poetry

Sour "humanity" Accredit me with the hand of ought Spoken treatise, to decency is a vanity Wide eyes and special kisses, for the man who can understand lot Speed in a city, waiting on creed To tell it's story, a wish in the name of virtue Long before variety is a wish to burn, charity of seed? What is a king to be, if no lip of truth, is a choice crude? Carried infants sware at a sweaty ghost... Liberty in a handsomer hair, is to be a rise in altruism let... A shapely few to significance, is a wish that stole a home for a host... A view of meagerness so mandatory, for a salt between the mercy we met... In a care called promises, a hap of duty to wear thin... Can a harping smile, save you from a sultry sunlight? Sweet unction, sweeter function, of a callous lip to win... The taste of when we are so famed in the future; is water wet? Is anger better... At a kiss than a shadow of **** we make from the youth Of a notorious skew, of waiting heaven's, that begin to stick to the letter Of God's suicide, in front of you, and the angel's of couth? Salt, pepper and pop... Given the gambling of vice, a vertigo of staring simplicity Can a humane doldrum, survive itself, for a wishy-washy stop To God's kisses, when all you have is a road to sincerity and heed?

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Jan 12

Jan 12, 2026 at 1:16 PM UTC

david-hilburn

What Does It Take, To Shake God's Hand?

Sour "humanity" Accredit me with the hand of ought Spoken treatise, to decency is a vanity Wide eyes and special kisses, for the man who can understand lot Speed in a city, waiting on creed To tell it's story, a wish in the name of virtue Long before variety is a wish to burn, charity of seed? What is a king to be, if no lip of truth, is a choice crude? Carried infants sware at a sweaty ghost... Liberty in a handsomer hair, is to be a rise in altruism let... A shapely few to significance, is a wish that stole a home for a host... A view of meagerness so mandatory, for a salt between the mercy we met... In a care called promises, a hap of duty to wear thin... Can a harping smile, save you from a sultry sunlight? Sweet unction, sweeter function, of a callous lip to win... The taste of when we are so famed in the future; is water wet? Is anger better... At a kiss than a shadow of **** we make from the youth Of a notorious skew, of waiting heaven's, that begin to stick to the letter Of God's suicide, in front of you, and the angel's of couth? Salt, pepper and pop... Given the gambling of vice, a vertigo of staring simplicity Can a humane doldrum, survive itself, for a wishy-washy stop To God's kisses, when all you have is a road to sincerity and heed?

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Why'd you go and do that? I miss you from two years ago, Before he had his way, And it scarred you for life. I know you're scared, But he won't protect you, I'm afraid he just can't. So come back around, We need both hands to do the bird, In our secret handshake.

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Feb 10, 2025

Feb 10, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC

AbbottJHardison

WhenWeWereFriends

Why'd you go and do that? I miss you from two years ago, Before he had his way, And it scarred you for life. I know you're scared, But he won't protect you, I'm afraid he just can't. So come back around, We need both hands to do the bird, In our secret handshake.

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Letting wings Tell the story... Marvel at a sunshine's keep When the bravery of simple and worldly... Suppose a charity of kind Vainer though kept, to these we mind A house of resolve, a yearning time To remind even the littlest hopes to find Gages of wan, wonder in the eye? Overt to liberty, the talk of somewhere Favored for sense, surmisal in the lie Of conscience to have, the least's we fare Cope, sincerity, and honor To tell a tale of such, might's we enthuse Is a labor of love, the dread in songs and heirs To come, with the ides of repose, we never lose Without a voice to fly A hap and demand of sustained go Through the moments deed, a showing of cause all the while Realms to its survival, the role of strength to hold... A broken promise? A seclusion of rights, to word and envy of a letter Seen in the needs of virtue, we claim are a host of what sigh's A means to an end, that has saved even a little more than better

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Mar 19, 2024

Mar 19, 2024 at 3:33 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Lost Prides, Sometimes Understate Privilege

Letting wings Tell the story... Marvel at a sunshine's keep When the bravery of simple and worldly... Suppose a charity of kind Vainer though kept, to these we mind A house of resolve, a yearning time To remind even the littlest hopes to find Gages of wan, wonder in the eye? Overt to liberty, the talk of somewhere Favored for sense, surmisal in the lie Of conscience to have, the least's we fare Cope, sincerity, and honor To tell a tale of such, might's we enthuse Is a labor of love, the dread in songs and heirs To come, with the ides of repose, we never lose Without a voice to fly A hap and demand of sustained go Through the moments deed, a showing of cause all the while Realms to its survival, the role of strength to hold... A broken promise? A seclusion of rights, to word and envy of a letter Seen in the needs of virtue, we claim are a host of what sigh's A means to an end, that has saved even a little more than better

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Business men pick their noses in trains. They think no one sees them but I haven't forgotten the many hands that they shake.

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May 23, 2015

May 23, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC

tntcl

****** off

Business men pick their noses in trains. They think no one sees them but I haven't forgotten the many hands that they shake.

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