Best Facials Poems

I was a bonafide, happy beautician, like a gorgeous, daisy sun as it is rising;
And charming, happy faces were my pursuit, like silvery moonlight uprising.

My...

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Time continues to slip past.
Like a river, a never-ending stream of micro seconds passing by.
You can't slow it down.
You can't halt it.
No matter how much...

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can you say you know who i really am

i wear my colors oh so bright even in the middle of the night

i don't dance a...

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I remember the days not so very long ago
When a man was a man above his own ego
When trouble arose he would come a running
Like...

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Why these facials taking care,

Pretty women in rare?...

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I had no ways,
But rail way,
A safe way always,
To reach out in hope.
On the way no peep,peep,
Long tracks like racks,
Ironed,strong never unite,
Steamed power,
Journey hours and...

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It roars thunder and bellows a storm,
it's vengeful like scorned gods.
A gory feature of demonic forms!
And I see it more and more envelop,
everything about me.
Everything...

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Many if not most people are nice and complimentary, and I have heard it said, "You look much younger". Or, "You look great for your...

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Window Teacher
                      by Odin...

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I saw blue memoirs fell from momma's eyes, as she looked into my brown retinas. Swiftly she removed my medicated glasses, a dominant gene I...

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Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probes
cracked nut overture...

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trying to keep up the pace
In a never ending race
Of life is wearing me
Further down upon my knee
On the go and never stopping
Day and night...

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“Worm! Your honor; 
Witness the decline of the American Dream, 
a demise right on time. “
I surmise…
The death of democracy, 
our blind rage for insane...

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Cooking with garlic and oil
Chopping peppers and chives
Crinkling aluminum foil
Running water over dirtied knives

Cutting boards strawberry stained
Slicing apples and poaching pears
Steamy facials from pasta drained
Sizzling...

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As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly,
caused by an Atropa belladonna
exposé mind-bending, marijuana
bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly,
Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life
belladonna, a woman...

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