Best Cowlick Poems

Who was it that first said..  
'the eyes are the window to the soul'..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?

And what of...

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I walk towards you,
as you stand waiting at the center of the bridge.

Beneath my feet, aged timbers span the churning river below.
With each step I...

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There is no hint, that this child of three
Could comprehend..
With his unknowing, smiling face,
With a cowlick in his hair, freckles here and there 
Who takes...

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The eye is such a braggart with its emerald this and hazel that.
Does no one dream about an ear or a nose?
(personally ... I find...

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We who remember outhouses
consider flushing toilets
the next thing to heaven.

Yet, we know, in heaven—
no need to search—
they do not exist.
The Apostle Paul said, 
“We shall...

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The mirror surely lied this day
    There's an Alfalfa cowlick here
Just a little teasing_hairspray
    Oh! sidecomb over this left...

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There is no hint, or clue
This sweet child of two
Could ever comprehend
this hug, and how it heals
all the wrongs the world has known
how it takes...

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before lowering
the satin lined lid of the casket
let me watch him for awhile
perfect skin so smooth
a cowlick always out of control
eyelids hiding eyes once so...

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A Chinese girl I took to a nunnery

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I led her
Her silent leg-irons cutting into my shins
That day when the air stood still
Dry as the day...

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Tantalizing paws upon her finessed bust
Potent mindful deception over her anatomy
Forced wrench of her vibrant razzmatazz cowlick
A metamorphic transformation within
Dissonant mar amongst her collar
Whomping breeze...

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No antihistamine can 
unblock the lifetime
accumulation of stoppered emotional gunk
zapping, undermining, and polluting *****
mine early life in retrospective avast flunk
stripped mined wasteland qua sinkhole,

where eternal...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eight

At her feet gather daily plumage dark white to brown leather
Pigeons geese crows sparrows larks and wild ducks...

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• By daniel miltz •


You're not born with cool, you've got to find it. A leather jacket that fits like a glove knows it. Cool...

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I Wish I’d Known You When You Were Three

With your cowlick choppy hair,
eyes big bowls of blue, your sticky hands,
I would have brought bubbles to...

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Counting the digits, 
of your hand, you forget,
how many fathers you have.

Was it not very odd that 
truth exists in the crying eyes
of a child...

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