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Once Mighty Hands
Contributed by
invierno
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Tuesday, 2nd January 2018 @ 09:35:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Such beating life has in tumult assault mine this skin
clothing these once mighty hands.
Oysters stood no chance against these once fierce finger bands.
Gears ground smooth in fear, oh, I caused them to roll, while
popping oil splatters in culinary matters took their blistered toll.
Yet now this skin flaked to tissue ripping,
dressing these once anvil hands in quivering, withering hold.
Scars I smile at mark memories of times that will ever live;
Oh, how I cringe to see them now,
frail in the mist of age in which I gave, still give.
Copyright ©
invierno
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2018-01-02 21:35:14]
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Re: Once Mighty Hands
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by JamesStockdale on
Wednesday, 3rd January 2018 @ 09:09:15 AM AEST
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| I got it! And honestly I look back the same as you. Well written Mike! |
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Re: Once Mighty Hands
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 6th January 2018 @ 02:08:53 AM AEST
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changelings the memory like the mind
gives this meritless hard work a name
she was a beauty to me all her life,
and she came back, and I said she
still looked the same, but she was
thicker in skin, more tan than I remembered
and so too was I, so too was I.
I did not see it myself looking in the mirror
And I always thought I would be okay with
my aging, since I could not control it anyway
I just want to work hard and be an idiot
savant you see / that is all I want
to always walk up hill / I am an uphill
walker / a sky thinker / never caring
much to look down
Peace! |
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Re: Once Mighty Hands
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by softerware on
Sunday, 7th January 2018 @ 02:26:36 PM AEST
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You wax Shakespearian in your delivery Mike!
The irony that you choose to measure the diminishing capacity of age in Oysters does not escape us!
I would not cringe to see SCARS I SMILE ON MARK MEMORIES OF TIMES IN ME THAT WILL EVER LIVE...
Age and scars are under rated: They allow your oyster to produce the pearl.
softerware
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Re: Once Mighty Hands
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by PreciousKitten on
Wednesday, 10th January 2018 @ 04:36:14 PM AEST
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holy smurf, this is my favorite poem thus far.
i truly admire your words in this poem. i love this one.
please keep writing.
just please keep writing. |
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