The Science Of Eight Limbs. Poem by Gary Hembree
The Science Of Eight Limbs.
Here I stand a normal man to the untrained eye.
Yet my body and mind are a weapon of great destruction.
Here I stand a man, who will not pick a fight. But if one is brought to me I will not break so easily.
With words is what I will use first, for that is my mind.
When words are not enough, I will use my body.
The elbows, will deliver the words you did not hear.
The fists will be so you never forget.
My shins hard like steel, will bring you fear so that you never mistake a normal man for being weak.
Hi Gary sadly there are always people who think fighting is the only way to be strong Im glad you are not one of them but as you say sometimes there is no way round it great poem with a sound message
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 9:24:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i saw you are a friend' of noreen carden. so i thought i'd take a look. remind me not to push you! 8 limbs? i thought you would be a spider. i like it, though i might use my feet.........to run........if i could, before resorting to elbows et al. a very clear and well-written poem. or is there some hidden meaning as some put in their poems? i don't care for hidden meanings. thanks for sharing. bri :)