A Poem, Hand, Ear, and Eye

 

My Slapping Hand

My slapping hand is a virgin

Been plugged to my ear all it's life

It's heard nasty hurtful talking

But my hand has not slapped one time

My slapping hand a virgin still

Changing the plug now to the eye

and it's seeing injustices

of the world and ready to slap

 

My slapping hand will sting a bit

Virginity's film to be gone

 

Seeing eye

…….……..Shaping hand

…….……………………..Comes change  

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo of painting Artist Alexandra Dillon, copied from Carrie's link below
 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn at the Sunday Muse, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/06/sunday-muse-111.html?m=1
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Poem ~~ Leaving the Desert

Happy 

I walked through the touch screen  that day 

Happy that I was free once more 

O fingers would poke and tickle 

Leaving tales I'd now be privy 

Leaving the desert is easy 

You'll please leave your shoes by the door 

Let the fingers tread on your toes 

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Folks think they live in a mirage 
Being born here, they put on airs  
They've been poked too much,  head to toe  
Counting electrons day and night 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo Courtesy of the Link Below 

 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn, Sunday Muse #92 at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/01/sunday-muse-92.html?m=1