Best Blonds Poems

Spring

A refresh of rain, falling down on them all
Un-quenching each leaf with tilt refrain
Linden shaped blossoms in spring do install
Such beautiful heaven that no one can maim
 The burst of an orange, a tulip in bloom
Infusion of flowers, by meadow's festoon
The shine of an orchid,...

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The color of my hair,
is reddish blonde,
some people say,
blonds have more fun.

I wouldn't know,
for this is not me,
the red is to obvious,
like my rosy red cheeks.

Everything I wear,
has red somewhere,
maybe the buttons,
or a ribbon placed with care.

I love the sunsets,
with their reddish glow,
I blend right...

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This morning's sidewalk is cold and gray,
traffic sparse.
Coffee awaits, if my secretary remembers.
My head circulating thoughts from a case,
I reluctantly took on yesterday.
I'm usually more particular,
I don't like cases involving blonds and their men,
but, I needed the money.
As I enter my office, the strong odor...

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Daddy's Little Daughter Grows UP

Mama some boy at school called me a dumb blond
And I hit him
He said blonds are only good for one thing
Can you believe that mama
I was furious, so furious mama
My father would have been so proud, so very proud
Of me if...

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The healthier we become the more ways we find to make ourselves sick
Hypochondriac fits of politics 
Diet pills McDonalds Happy Meals
Hypnagogic images make up the news
Cumulus clouds full of debris from the local avenues 
Deeper eras believed to be found
In the bottoms of bottles and...

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She got a bad rap for she was a blond
But this one couldn't be fooled or conned

He claimed he loved her and she believed
Till she found out she was being deceived

She caught him there with his pants down
He'd taken her for an inept clown

Cheating was...

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***I personally don't indulge in "soothing weed" 
                       but the Dutch and many others certainly do***









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Dandom Randomness
What else will I see out of my story?
I’ve seen a guy blown away.
Where’s my guinea pig?
In the boarded up pub in the fog.

Your film is so yesterday,
full of sex and violence.
One foot man no boot.

It’s dark when the flash bulbs go out.
Frick brutality...

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The spires take a patchwork of blonds, 
The pavements, a not-so-shiny copper,
To the harbour go a few drops of bronze,  
Even clouds get but a listless amber,

Though when long day is growing old, 
The sun, parting, never forgets to rain 
On you, on no...

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He said you’re cute
She said so are you
He said I like blonds
She said me too
She said would you like to find a quiet place to talk
He said I know a place down the block
Noticing what she had not before said I’ll have to decline
Your left...

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Viva Las Venus
Just got back from Venus
It's a secret, don't ask how
I really mean it
You know, government and all

I am going to tell you though
Most of what I seen
Oh, remember that fella Elvis?
Yep, he's still the king

With a planet full of women
Big, short, skinny, long...

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Trapped within my inability to let go
Will I reach my goal and will I know
I relentlessly pursue my own happiness
Or will I end up in hapless duress

I will not let myself think of failure
In this way I will know how to feel sure
Also try only...

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Apart from the worn stone-step
where drunks still topple
all has changed.
Now a neon glow backlights a plasticized fascia.

In the in the parking lot two blonds face-off.
one has extra-large ear bangles,
and she rattles like a Zulu warrior,
fingers stabbing through cuss-words.
Youths shout
over the clomping-thump
of their car radios.

I used...

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I need just to tip off my hat to inspire
this palest of blonds in her bristling fire
From glints in her eyes which force me to smile
to dreams she lays out like a feast.
I wish to be near her and wander her presence
from every word which...

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Sometimes,
a guy just wants a peroxide blonds
with painted ruby red lips.
Something fake and pretty
sexy would help also.

He said this leaning on the counter
with his elbows
while ogling the barmaid.

I looked into my foaming beer
recalling all the authentic, lovely,
unpainted women I had known
and said:

Yea....

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