Kingdom of Hands
Open hands and open hearts
Thumbs are up
Without hitch hiking
You’ll find your way as planned
Feel my grip
And firmly shake
Power is at hand
Even if it’s just the tip
Creation is your ache
Hand in hand
Applauds the land
While a striking fist
Requires demand
Please do not
Misunderstand us
We are all bananas
When the drive that lingers
Spreads your fingers
You’re free to give
a tap
a snap
a clap
My chap you’ll find your grace
With a strong embrace
It’s not a trap
Hand to face
You’ll find your space
And leave no trace
About the Creator
Amos Glade
Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.
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By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶a day ago in Petlife
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Ohh! This is hands down awesome! A fun, quirky ode to the mighty hands—snaps, claps, and fist bumps all around for this creative gem!✨