H*Hands Contest Entries*

Poem # 1

Using prompt #2

Hands Two

Whether working with wood
or repairing machines
hopefully meaning good
justified any means.
Fixing a broken heart
using paper and pen
doomed from the very start
or so it seemed back then
I want to touch someone
when all my work is done
------------------------------------
Poem #2

I chose pic #1
________________

Charcoal eyes, bloody lips,
eyes smoky from memories
undisclosed like ravines
crying to be explored.

She is a cloak - hands as shadows
while the violence in her mind
disables speech.

She doesn't, can't, blink anymore;
nothing shelters no matter
how many hands she crafts
and commands to be her mask -

she can't always veil the darkness
within her.
-------------------------------
Poem #3

Grandfather's Hands

My grandfather owned a farm in Ireland;
he was everything to that land:
plowman, repairman, veterinarian
and moon-shiner
(making his potcheen).

When he came home
his hands were dirty and oily.
Grandma glared at him
so long as he stayed
in the family room.

Yet, when the stew was served
and his bread set beside his bowl,
he emerged from the washroom
with hands a banker would admire.

"A gentleman is how you present
yourself, not what you do to live" and
to emphasize it, he'd break his roll
just as he said "present"
and dipped it at the word "live."

However long he worked and toiled
he never lost that sense of pride;
no menial task nor shoveling shit
could tarnish it for good.

When he came back from the pub
he was tipsy but not sloven;
solved all the problems of Eire
and John Bull's troubles, too;
but his cronies never saw anger,
just his normal stubborn Mick.

Through life I've seen men
of higher station and wealth,
but judged by the standards
of this old curmudgeon
not one had hands so clean.

[Prompt: http://static1.squarespace.com/static/555e28d1e4b05809c67d2fe0/t/556515cae4b06e124882af82/1432688155861/old-hands.jpg]
------------------------------------
Poem # 4

Picture 2

Don't let go!

Gentle kisses cover my hand,
as he holds it close to his face,
and takes a deep breath

It seems that
he finds them healing
and I still don't understand
how they have this effect on him
how a squeeze of his hand to mine
could tell his mood,
his health,
his desires,
and in that squeeze,
he holds more passion
than a thousand kisses,
and more words
than a thousand pictures

They say the language of the eyes,
is the most romantic,
It seems they have not realized
how much hands can say
when they meet
and how they can treat all inner wounds

... One touch
can make my world spin
-----------------------------------
Poem # 5

tps://m2.behance.net/rendition/pm/15481663/disp/a77dcd1ad01d9d3efeaabb88118e7285.jpg

Title: Handy conversation

I see you not. I see you not
through these ten fingers that blind me so,
but through your eyes,
you see me, yes? You see me, yes?

At least, just say, you see my hands...

But if you see these hands of mine
that now have blind my eyes
Why have you not removed them thus?
that I may see you clearly love.

Or is it so that you would like
for us to play a childish game of peek a boo?
or if you prefer, hide and seek,
just tell me what, that I would gladly play.

--

Oh since you insist so much my love,
I'll have to say that it is true.
I see you, yes? I see you, yes!
through those your fingers that blinds me, not.

Thought I'm perplexed my love, I have to say.
I can't believe I heard you say.
That those ten fingers have blind you so,
If I know, they have, not.

--

oh yes, you are right, my dear!
for these ten fingers of mine become my eyes
that see your body with a touch

and it is these fingers
that when entwined with yours
become my noise
that smell when something is wrong with you

so yes, you are right, my dear beloved,
I see you, yes! I see, you yes!
but not right now,
for I have these ten fingers on my face.

----------------------

Poem #1 will receive a bonus point for being the first entry in and poet #2 owns the "get out of Jail' card which can be used to take a point off the poem which they think will be the most competition to them.. Poet #2 please pm me you choice.

I have one judge in place but hope to have another one come on board. Results will be posted ASAP. Thanks to all the entrants.

OK...I had two judges choose a winner for me so I'd like to thank them both for their time. We had one clear winner and that was Poem #4 written by Dark Secrets....well done Zahra!!!

Thanks to all contestants for taking part...

Michael Nalley
Poet of the Piano
Larry
Dark Secrets
Everlasting.

Thank you once again judges.

Congrats Zahra!

Yay, congrats, Zahra!

Thanks Hellon for the contest and not giving up :)

I loved this contest and agree with the judges on Dark Secrets dynamite entry

I recall a handy game we played many years ago that has a page on Wikipedia now. Paper Scissors Rock
Some kid added dynamite in which the scissors could cut the fuse preventing the explosive from destroying the Paper Scissors Rock lol

Congratulations Dark Secrets , we have to hand it to you :)

It would have been another honor for poet on the piano to have used a get out of jail free card , but this contest shows the active judges have a monopoly on clear winners "Next poem in will receive a"get out of jail" award. This may be used to knock a point off any entry that you feel is a threat to your own poem. What are you waiting for...get writing!!!"

All who participated get my honorable mention

EDIT

*Flash promo*

Next poet to submit an entry will get the chance to guess who wrote the other entries and...for every correct guess they will gain one point!!!

Great choice!
Congrats, Zahra!

Nice contest, Hellon, loved the entries.

*Flash promo*

Next poet to submit an entry will get the chance to guess who wrote the other entries and...for every correct guess they will gain one point!!!

^^^

Yeah well...no one took up on that 'generous' offer haha!!

Thanks everyone... hopefully we'll get a better response from members next time