BOTH HANDS

I have tried to grip and hold sand

I am a philosopher in my own write

for love, spite, wrong and right

An imaginary black hand

louder than a brass band

of inner plights and political fights

oh the critics sing sorrow songs

right their wrongs their battles lifelong

the ego's trip, a cosmic blip

on my scenic route, astute

a taste of forbidden fruit

penmanship, ghetto grassroots

to do away with fainted promises

that urban poverty harnesses

and dwell in the smiles of the deprived

words still thrive, the dead stay alive

I can not grip or hold sand

but I can write with both hands... 

 

 

 

Reviews

[LadyCardiac]

An imaginary black hand
louder than a brass band
of inner plights and political fights
oh the critics sing sorrow songs
right their wrongs their battles lifelong
the ego's trip, a cosmic blip...

You are what poetry is missing

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. You made your point loud and clear.
"I can not grip or hold sand
but I can write with both hands... "
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Judy Ponceby]

Poetry, words captured by your hands to preserve and serve. :) Simply beautiful. Has rhythm, rhyme, deep and meaningful thoughts. Excellent, once again, Sir Rene :)

[Tkess]

I really enjoyed this one. I like the flow of the piece overall. All men are born free, but everywhere they are in chains. The government, social class, wealth, poverty are all man made prisons.

[biggerthenu]

IM feeling this one you continue to do you and as a wise man said can the blind lead the blind? of course they can keep writing with your pen one of theses days they will see again

[Call It A Day]

To find hope in a world that seems to have fainted out of existence at times is a beautiful thing. Especially when you find hope in the small things. Writing is just a pure, thoughtful release that can hold us up at times. I see that in your writing. But f**k the sentimental s**t. This s**t is straight Def Jam to me, man, and I love it.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I too like the use of write instead of right..........the poet is ambidextrous so although there are some things he can do nothing about as they are like sand slipping through his hands, he has the power of his words and if he is writing them with both hands the world need look out. Awesome!

[Samson May]

Encouraging and optimistic! It's exactly what I need sometimes. Not to mention how good it is written.

[Ruth]

This made me smile! Profound......the art of living, the art of creating...when all else fails, we can still use that hand to pen, hopefully! Again, spectacular imagery! xx