"veinous" poems - Hello Poetry

Manacled the hands Which intertwine with one another now, Hands that come to grip with issues Locked within the soul, somehow. Manacled, the hands that hold her Manacled in blood and bone, Hold the baby’s head so gently Veined and scarred with love intoned. Hands of strength that strike the anvil Shape the shoe to fit the hoof Hold the stallion’s head commanding Strong control to stay aloof. Hands that wield the sword of vengeance Hands that feed the wood to fire, Work the field with ox and plough Stroke her body to desire. Veinous hands, so strong and calloused Locked within his every day, Hands that clap to merry music Hands that to the piper pay. Hunter hands to snare the rabbit Catch the carp in yonder lake, Pen the words of love to paper Knead the dough of bread to bake. Quiet hands that rest in evening Sitting by the fireside, Listening to the snoring hounds Which on the mat, asleep, reside. Manacled, these hands, he ponders Locked within the ways of sin, Reminiscent recollection …Quiet smile on whiskered chin. Fingers cooled in fresh spring water Feel the rays of rising sun, Stride across the purple heather These hands, a goodly day begun. Marshalg FOXGLOVE, Taranaki. 4.20am 17 February 2013 © 2013 Marshal Gebbie

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Feb 17, 2013

Feb 17, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Manacled, the Hands....

Manacled the hands Which intertwine with one another now, Hands that come to grip with issues Locked within the soul, somehow. Manacled, the hands that hold her Manacled in blood and bone, Hold the baby’s head so gently Veined and scarred with love intoned. Hands of strength that strike the anvil Shape the shoe to fit the hoof Hold the stallion’s head commanding Strong control to stay aloof. Hands that wield the sword of vengeance Hands that feed the wood to fire, Work the field with ox and plough Stroke her body to desire. Veinous hands, so strong and calloused Locked within his every day, Hands that clap to merry music Hands that to the piper pay. Hunter hands to snare the rabbit Catch the carp in yonder lake, Pen the words of love to paper Knead the dough of bread to bake. Quiet hands that rest in evening Sitting by the fireside, Listening to the snoring hounds Which on the mat, asleep, reside. Manacled, these hands, he ponders Locked within the ways of sin, Reminiscent recollection …Quiet smile on whiskered chin. Fingers cooled in fresh spring water Feel the rays of rising sun, Stride across the purple heather These hands, a goodly day begun. Marshalg FOXGLOVE, Taranaki. 4.20am 17 February 2013 © 2013 Marshal Gebbie

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latin can not describe the electricityof blue veins suspended in cala lily skin. they fan out,protazoic, dormant beneath a sea of iced flesh.i grip the sink, peroxide strands of kelp washing upon the banks of my shoulders likethe white-gold sunshinethat would prism behind your chinook archwith all the beauty of a nuclear winter.for the transplant of my frontal lobeto the heaven above his stratus comforter, instructionshave been written. next time he is carried in on a foen wind i am toone, stand very stilltwo, present my brain to the skyand three,wait for the apricotsof sunrise to settleinto the overcast of his eyes.i practise a little and wish i had a veinous hum, skepticalthat an electrocardiogram could detect a beat.

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Feb 22, 2010

Feb 22, 2010 at 11:27 AM UTC

kaija-eighty

volcanic glass

latin can not describe the electricityof blue veins suspended in cala lily skin. they fan out,protazoic, dormant beneath a sea of iced flesh.i grip the sink, peroxide strands of kelp washing upon the banks of my shoulders likethe white-gold sunshinethat would prism behind your chinook archwith all the beauty of a nuclear winter.for the transplant of my frontal lobeto the heaven above his stratus comforter, instructionshave been written. next time he is carried in on a foen wind i am toone, stand very stilltwo, present my brain to the skyand three,wait for the apricotsof sunrise to settleinto the overcast of his eyes.i practise a little and wish i had a veinous hum, skepticalthat an electrocardiogram could detect a beat.

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unblinking my vision i pulled myself to your back by the window-pane day-rays were telling me you are veinous delicate and feeble you were legible to me, its a bit bitter as the pain by the pane left a strain over me i know its washable need to let go have a nice day beieng alianated again

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Nov 27, 2011

Nov 27, 2011 at 1:43 AM UTC

unknownnimus

untitled .

unblinking my vision i pulled myself to your back by the window-pane day-rays were telling me you are veinous delicate and feeble you were legible to me, its a bit bitter as the pain by the pane left a strain over me i know its washable need to let go have a nice day beieng alianated again

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Our personalities may not be in line Our lives may not be in line If our genes are in line, thats bloodline Our mentalities may not be in line Our emotions may not be in line If our genes are in line, thats bloodline Bloodshed is forbiden in the bloodline Blood-shared is the foundation in the bloodline Dishonesty breaks the bloodline Unity builds the bloodline Generations are the history of the bloodline Generations are the future of the bloodline Kindness flows veinous like a grape-vine When love is core, the bloodline is devine Jealousy brings divide Truth makes bloodline concrete Genes are the roots of the bloodline Actions are the stem of the bloodline Acknowledgement of the bloodline means you're not alone If our genes are in line, thats bloodline

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Jun 22, 2020

Jun 22, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC

masibulele-ntsepo

bloodline

Our personalities may not be in line Our lives may not be in line If our genes are in line, thats bloodline Our mentalities may not be in line Our emotions may not be in line If our genes are in line, thats bloodline Bloodshed is forbiden in the bloodline Blood-shared is the foundation in the bloodline Dishonesty breaks the bloodline Unity builds the bloodline Generations are the history of the bloodline Generations are the future of the bloodline Kindness flows veinous like a grape-vine When love is core, the bloodline is devine Jealousy brings divide Truth makes bloodline concrete Genes are the roots of the bloodline Actions are the stem of the bloodline Acknowledgement of the bloodline means you're not alone If our genes are in line, thats bloodline

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A tremor, an empty cup of tea, next to my veinous hands, there is a cat sitting at the table. Large as a bear, fat and bulging, With whiskers as long as the wings of an albatross and a tail that knocked over a lamp. Cat flourishes his claws and says: "Midnight has passed, why where you imagining me before I was?" Rain enters the room, pulls his thick, heavy coat around him and omits an odour of nightly summer pavement. What a gang, the three of us! Collected to outlive the night. When Sun rises and wipes away all that Rain has accomplished, when Morning comes and clears the fog and ideas, Cat is yet to be imagined.

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Mar 5, 2012

Mar 5, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC

jb

Cat and Rain and me

A tremor, an empty cup of tea, next to my veinous hands, there is a cat sitting at the table. Large as a bear, fat and bulging, With whiskers as long as the wings of an albatross and a tail that knocked over a lamp. Cat flourishes his claws and says: "Midnight has passed, why where you imagining me before I was?" Rain enters the room, pulls his thick, heavy coat around him and omits an odour of nightly summer pavement. What a gang, the three of us! Collected to outlive the night. When Sun rises and wipes away all that Rain has accomplished, when Morning comes and clears the fog and ideas, Cat is yet to be imagined.

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