Tag Archives: Hands

Jul23

Be A Wise Guy July – Bette Davis Eyes – Kim Carnes

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Be A Wise Guy July – Bette Davis Eyes – Kim Carnes

For Bee’s Challenge:

Be A Wise Guy July  – Share A Song & Quote from your Favourite Musicians Bishop Briggs & Hermann Hesse

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For July, Bee has invited everyone to share a song and a quote, every day this month. See details in the link above. Thanks, Bee! 🙂

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As an extra fun thing for me to do, is all the songs I’ll showcase this month will have something in common. They are all different, and by different bands and artists, and types, but something will connect them all. It is up to you to find out what it is! 🙂

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I love to write, to sing, to make music. Not to act: I am horrible.  ~  Kim Carnes
I write from what’s in my heart. ~ Kim Carnes

I write what I love and have always done that. Kim Carnes

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© 2025 BS

Aug13

Unusual -SOCS

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Unusual – SOCS

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 13, 2022

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Thanks for the prompt, Linda!

If you’d like to take part in this Stream of Consciousness Saturday, and also see other entries, just click the above link.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is starts with “u.” Find a word that starts with the letter “u” and use it however you’d like. Bonus points if it’s the first word in your post. Enjoy!

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Unusual … that’s what I like.

I really enjoy seeing odd and strange things. Sometimes they make you think, sometimes they are just funny.

My daughter and her family recently visited some interesting and unusual sites in New Mexico. She sent me a couple of photos that were pretty unusual.

There were these huge hands out in the middle of nowhere. Giant statue things reaching for the sky. I don’t know what they were made of – maybe concrete?

Then there was this unusual scene of aliens in a cave. It’s fun to look at.

You can click the photos to enlarge.

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© 2022 BS

Mar15

HIS HANDS

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HIS HANDS

His hands are only in my memory, now

I see them in my mind’s eye, and how

I held them in my own, on that last day.

Strong and rough, yet the look

In his eyes, meeting great-grandkids, it took

His breath away.

Watching his hands, so much like my own,

As schoolwork was explained at home;

The times our fears he’d allay.

The clean smell of his lotion, his soap, and his hope,

He used to scrub the work-a-day toil, and to cope

With his daughter’s begging to play.

My mother in heaven, and we girls that last day,

Clasped our hands, with him… we did pray.

Now, I see my hands, and with me he’ll always be near.

Let the memories of his hands come, to always hold dear…

This way.

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For dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics – with host Mish…”Can You Give Me a Hand”…prompt word = Hands

Poetics – Can You Give Me a Hand?

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