"righty" poems - Hello Poetry

http://m.wikihow.com/Unhook-a-Bra Pinch the eyelets but oh so gently, To properly unhook the device to safely release paradise From it's containment chamber. This be one of many secrets to unlocking The mechanism that holds some of the happy things The human body artist conceived To perpetuate the Species. According to the internet, To extract joy to the world correctly, Depends upon both your station and your Positioning. Thus, it helps to have GPS, Which most men think is that pointy thing Between their legs, But is not. Given the laws of gravity, And other natural limitations, Sadly that utensil of little avail In this surgical operation. If one desires to release the tension Between the connectors of the protectors, Guardians of her heart, It will be necessary to Let your fingers do the walking. So cut and paste the title above, In your web browser place! Do your homework or risk feeling As petite as a schnauzer. Seems your natural tendency, Righty or lefty, matters in this endeavor, Of which I was unawares, oft pressing the incorrect lever. This, the likely cause of my spectacular Teenage Fumblings and failures. Had I known that fact, In the days before the Internet, Surely I would have brought along my Catchers mitt To step up my game. Sage advice the article provides: *Get a bra, and practice, practice, practice! It gets easier with experience.* But methinks that is a bit of a Risky adventure, Lest you be seen boy, Practicing upon yourself, Or even a dummy, Dummy! So cut and paste the title above In your web browser, Do your home work or risk feeling As petite as a pocket schnauzer. But the most important tip This wealthy article of information provides, The conclusion. In the hour of your desperate struggle, Drooping Ego And Crushed Pride, Ask for assistance from one more practiced, Hopefully nearby, Whose help usually comes with a charming smile of touching condescension For your male idiocy and verbal in-articulation. *She, unawares, that you have got her Positioned precisely where you want!* For when you lift her up, In a free state, the one Divinity intended, and in your arms, enfolded and protected, In one grand poetic gesture, Sweep her off her feet, Her surprise will be **.. O So Touching!**

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Aug 9, 2013

Aug 9, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Unhook-a-Bra (2013)

http://m.wikihow.com/Unhook-a-Bra Pinch the eyelets but oh so gently, To properly unhook the device to safely release paradise From it's containment chamber. This be one of many secrets to unlocking The mechanism that holds some of the happy things The human body artist conceived To perpetuate the Species. According to the internet, To extract joy to the world correctly, Depends upon both your station and your Positioning. Thus, it helps to have GPS, Which most men think is that pointy thing Between their legs, But is not. Given the laws of gravity, And other natural limitations, Sadly that utensil of little avail In this surgical operation. If one desires to release the tension Between the connectors of the protectors, Guardians of her heart, It will be necessary to Let your fingers do the walking. So cut and paste the title above, In your web browser place! Do your homework or risk feeling As petite as a schnauzer. Seems your natural tendency, Righty or lefty, matters in this endeavor, Of which I was unawares, oft pressing the incorrect lever. This, the likely cause of my spectacular Teenage Fumblings and failures. Had I known that fact, In the days before the Internet, Surely I would have brought along my Catchers mitt To step up my game. Sage advice the article provides: *Get a bra, and practice, practice, practice! It gets easier with experience.* But methinks that is a bit of a Risky adventure, Lest you be seen boy, Practicing upon yourself, Or even a dummy, Dummy! So cut and paste the title above In your web browser, Do your home work or risk feeling As petite as a pocket schnauzer. But the most important tip This wealthy article of information provides, The conclusion. In the hour of your desperate struggle, Drooping Ego And Crushed Pride, Ask for assistance from one more practiced, Hopefully nearby, Whose help usually comes with a charming smile of touching condescension For your male idiocy and verbal in-articulation. *She, unawares, that you have got her Positioned precisely where you want!* For when you lift her up, In a free state, the one Divinity intended, and in your arms, enfolded and protected, In one grand poetic gesture, Sweep her off her feet, Her surprise will be **.. O So Touching!**

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i am a leaky faucet. the crescent wrench of control tightens, righty tighty but i drip, drip, drip. a stronger hand has gripped my handle. lefty loosy, let it flow my dripping waters spill into your ears, where earth flower seeds fell in late summer sun oh, quick! quick! knock out the dirt somebody call a plumber blossoms like these won't survive the coming frost. *blossoms like these will make your head explode.*

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 2:40 PM UTC

BruisedOrange

flowers spring up where they will

i am a leaky faucet. the crescent wrench of control tightens, righty tighty but i drip, drip, drip. a stronger hand has gripped my handle. lefty loosy, let it flow my dripping waters spill into your ears, where earth flower seeds fell in late summer sun oh, quick! quick! knock out the dirt somebody call a plumber blossoms like these won't survive the coming frost. *blossoms like these will make your head explode.*

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I At night, I search for the wrench I lift it off my nightstand I lie down on the workbench the cool weight held in my hand what I must loosen first is my knee lull myself to a state of repose leg is a swollen trunk of a tree placidity the pain soon outgrows ache that is green ache that is ivy, ache that is wrapping around me entirely. being disarming, the way that a friend will-- in no way harming, I pry up one tendril, My ache and I have just locked eyes I turn my bolt counter-clockwise just one half turn. making way t’ward release, pain is adjourned to finally find peace II And in the factory, It seems I was wound too tightly Deemed satisfactory Now, I relieve pressure nightly The bolt pushes in such a way it leaves the metal bent Relief is not given away but instead it is lent pain that is sharp pain that goes squish, pain that is swimming around me like fish. The pain in my head a pain bright white Will surely spread If not done right My head and I sob, throb, and cry together And then I finally sever the tether spin one full revolution, Though I know it's unwise, Lets in nightmare pollution Maybe last night’s reprise III At night, I will always search for the reasons Why is it that bad things happen to good people I lie down and lament each of the seasons If it’s about church, I’m skewered on the steeple Now plaguing me is my dear heart O! Please don't think me frigid It’s how to be, if you are smart Walls that throbbed become rigid want that is lace want that is divine, want that dissipates completely in time Wincing at every twinge Heart so hollow it awards me pain Lace is fraying at the fringe Meteor in my orbital plane said it flutters and feels flighty prescribed one spin righty tighty Then, compact are the loves I hold, Locked in my heart airtight No space empty or left cold I wish you all goodnight

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Dec 3, 2020

Dec 3, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC

77jet

Nightly Maintenance I, II, III

I At night, I search for the wrench I lift it off my nightstand I lie down on the workbench the cool weight held in my hand what I must loosen first is my knee lull myself to a state of repose leg is a swollen trunk of a tree placidity the pain soon outgrows ache that is green ache that is ivy, ache that is wrapping around me entirely. being disarming, the way that a friend will-- in no way harming, I pry up one tendril, My ache and I have just locked eyes I turn my bolt counter-clockwise just one half turn. making way t’ward release, pain is adjourned to finally find peace II And in the factory, It seems I was wound too tightly Deemed satisfactory Now, I relieve pressure nightly The bolt pushes in such a way it leaves the metal bent Relief is not given away but instead it is lent pain that is sharp pain that goes squish, pain that is swimming around me like fish. The pain in my head a pain bright white Will surely spread If not done right My head and I sob, throb, and cry together And then I finally sever the tether spin one full revolution, Though I know it's unwise, Lets in nightmare pollution Maybe last night’s reprise III At night, I will always search for the reasons Why is it that bad things happen to good people I lie down and lament each of the seasons If it’s about church, I’m skewered on the steeple Now plaguing me is my dear heart O! Please don't think me frigid It’s how to be, if you are smart Walls that throbbed become rigid want that is lace want that is divine, want that dissipates completely in time Wincing at every twinge Heart so hollow it awards me pain Lace is fraying at the fringe Meteor in my orbital plane said it flutters and feels flighty prescribed one spin righty tighty Then, compact are the loves I hold, Locked in my heart airtight No space empty or left cold I wish you all goodnight

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She had the moon atop palm, and “righty” in her pocket, leaving me to wonder which heavenly body she’d present next. This goddess, “gravity,” if she’d a name, played physics with my parts, and persuaded thrice an orbit, circles wherein the same hopes quantized – “We’re we born of the same star? Please? And when again, can we burn brightly? Soon?” She’d reply, and echo come frigid a comet’s tail, leaving. So you’d know tonight as you’d twice before; I’d sip my beer before you. I’d cry before you. And a’parallel, tease your moon atop my very own palm.

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Aug 25, 2015

Aug 25, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC

liam-c-calhoun

With moon atop palm

She had the moon atop palm, and “righty” in her pocket, leaving me to wonder which heavenly body she’d present next. This goddess, “gravity,” if she’d a name, played physics with my parts, and persuaded thrice an orbit, circles wherein the same hopes quantized – “We’re we born of the same star? Please? And when again, can we burn brightly? Soon?” She’d reply, and echo come frigid a comet’s tail, leaving. So you’d know tonight as you’d twice before; I’d sip my beer before you. I’d cry before you. And a’parallel, tease your moon atop my very own palm.

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My vision isn’t perfect, But I at least saw you. The lefty vaguely sees, My righty is flawed too. One sees near, one far. Yet they saw you, dear. I look for rhymes, deep. I listen for words, hear. Its all an allegory, honey. Or whatever that means. I thank the past, my love. Now the future is here? Its all unrequited though! And I have no intentions! I love and love and love- But they’re just my heart? We see with eyes, sweetie. We do feel what we touch. Our senses have brought, Things that are… naught. This poem goes everywhere! Talks about this and that… But that is what you get, When you have blurry eyes.

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Jan 2, 2020

Jan 2, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC

PoemsByCed

“Clear Eyes”

My vision isn’t perfect, But I at least saw you. The lefty vaguely sees, My righty is flawed too. One sees near, one far. Yet they saw you, dear. I look for rhymes, deep. I listen for words, hear. Its all an allegory, honey. Or whatever that means. I thank the past, my love. Now the future is here? Its all unrequited though! And I have no intentions! I love and love and love- But they’re just my heart? We see with eyes, sweetie. We do feel what we touch. Our senses have brought, Things that are… naught. This poem goes everywhere! Talks about this and that… But that is what you get, When you have blurry eyes.

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I awaken On your shoulder Lost to the meaning of this Gesture Who am I To you Who is that Girl Your skin Soft On the rough Angles of my face I have missed this More than what you Know More than what you Will ever know about You are a righty But then again So am I A singer A musician An artist A dramatic being So many likenesses But it is far too hard... For both of us Always So many flaws So many issues Ropes between us Chains on my ankles A knife in my gut Your hand Soft on mine A beacon in the darkness A comfort Another question to ponder Another problem to solve I love you I do... So much baby. But why the **** did you bring me back?

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Feb 3, 2012

Feb 3, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC

ginger-gray

Beacon of Darkness

I awaken On your shoulder Lost to the meaning of this Gesture Who am I To you Who is that Girl Your skin Soft On the rough Angles of my face I have missed this More than what you Know More than what you Will ever know about You are a righty But then again So am I A singer A musician An artist A dramatic being So many likenesses But it is far too hard... For both of us Always So many flaws So many issues Ropes between us Chains on my ankles A knife in my gut Your hand Soft on mine A beacon in the darkness A comfort Another question to ponder Another problem to solve I love you I do... So much baby. But why the **** did you bring me back?

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You found me right and tight And then you left me loosey

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Jun 11, 2017

Jun 11, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC

brujo-alligatore

Righty Tighty Lefty Loosey (a short ***** poem)

You found me right and tight And then you left me loosey

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Righty loosely Lefty tightly Oh no, wait! That's not righty

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May 26, 2017

May 26, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC

MrMinecraft

L. R.

Righty loosely Lefty tightly Oh no, wait! That's not righty

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With old eyes open, are we set free, Is all a glimpse, of simple prophecy, Or tall, landed fable to fly children, And bookend of time we borrow, But lent pergatory of sole dream? How the birds righty commend The fine, happy sorrows of day, How deepest ocean swoons By alighted traces of moon, How crisp unbridled beauty Beams into youths of a girl, How the salt blood streams As golden sun swells ocean, How the simple, cut mercies In a flower are showcased, How the stars, arc the sky, Of stellar eyes embrace, This then is miracle, A flame to earth.

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Mar 29, 2015

Mar 29, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC

ormond

This Then is Miracle ( reprise )

With old eyes open, are we set free, Is all a glimpse, of simple prophecy, Or tall, landed fable to fly children, And bookend of time we borrow, But lent pergatory of sole dream? How the birds righty commend The fine, happy sorrows of day, How deepest ocean swoons By alighted traces of moon, How crisp unbridled beauty Beams into youths of a girl, How the salt blood streams As golden sun swells ocean, How the simple, cut mercies In a flower are showcased, How the stars, arc the sky, Of stellar eyes embrace, This then is miracle, A flame to earth.

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Thinking it was the dawn cracking but it was my bones uncurling after sleep and now I'm set at least for the day, coffee on the way, trousers freshly pressed, I may even get dressed, but I could easily nod off again and it's only Wednesday.

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Jan 17, 2023

Jan 17, 2023 at 11:49 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Righty-o then

Thinking it was the dawn cracking but it was my bones uncurling after sleep and now I'm set at least for the day, coffee on the way, trousers freshly pressed, I may even get dressed, but I could easily nod off again and it's only Wednesday.

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. With old eyes open, are we set free, Is all a glimpse, of simple prophecy, Or tall, landed fable to fly children, And bookend of time we borrow, But lent pergatory of sole dream? How the birds righty commend The fine, happy sorrows of day, How deepest ocean swoons By alighted traces of moon, How crisp unbridled beauty Beams into youths of a girl, How the salt blood streams As golden sun swells ocean, How the simple, cut mercies In a flower are showcased, How the stars, arc the sky, Of stellar eyes embrace, This then is miracle, A flame to earth.*

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Mar 28, 2015

Mar 28, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC

ormond

This Then is Miracle

. With old eyes open, are we set free, Is all a glimpse, of simple prophecy, Or tall, landed fable to fly children, And bookend of time we borrow, But lent pergatory of sole dream? How the birds righty commend The fine, happy sorrows of day, How deepest ocean swoons By alighted traces of moon, How crisp unbridled beauty Beams into youths of a girl, How the salt blood streams As golden sun swells ocean, How the simple, cut mercies In a flower are showcased, How the stars, arc the sky, Of stellar eyes embrace, This then is miracle, A flame to earth.*

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"Eloquently put" Said the man with one foot. "Righty ** Said the man with no toe. "Fantastic singer" Said the man with half a finger. "What the heck?" Said the man with a long neck. "It goes over there" Said the man with green hair. "Knock in the pegs" Said the man with short legs. "Time to get going" Said the man who was rowing. Does it matter what they said? All had one thing in common. They had something to say.

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC

rh-78

Say it

"Eloquently put" Said the man with one foot. "Righty ** Said the man with no toe. "Fantastic singer" Said the man with half a finger. "What the heck?" Said the man with a long neck. "It goes over there" Said the man with green hair. "Knock in the pegs" Said the man with short legs. "Time to get going" Said the man who was rowing. Does it matter what they said? All had one thing in common. They had something to say.

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