Best Follicle Poems

Oh, I am so angered, outraged and appalled
I think that I’m going bald
My dad had great hair
So I never really cared
But, to the hair club...

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Perhaps I’m facing pogonophobes? 
Apparently wore the wrong face.
Age-hardened wiry wisps forge 
post-pubescent platemail -
protect strangers
from my truest fleshy pores, protect me 
from the xenophobes...

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Some conspicuous lice met once or twice  
With white follicle mites who came out at night
And an upside down tick who did magic tricks
That...

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A Letter to Myself



Should I give up writing
Seems all this bleating and wailing
Bemoaning this lot of love
I am allocated to feel
But never touch

Should I stop...

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once i had footprints as tattoos
the art was tasteless
the seed was a hateful hoax

once i had phlegm laced spit in every hair follicle
the gleam was...

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The wall of horrors was never to be addressed.
I watch these monsters emerge as marvels.
Ten little white thumbnails aglow were detached setting in two rolls.
A...

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I love the warm breeze with sunlight in my hair;
each follicle gently lifted, kissed by Sol.
Radiant arms touch my lively essence so rare;
making my aged,...

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I'm sitting here in despair,
I used to have so much hair,
At least I've still got a grin,
Perhaps I'll have a lottery win
And get a follicle...

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Forensic science fascinates me
in a curiously, unnatural way.
I cannot get enough of it.
The blood droplets, the hair follicle,
the fingernail that proved someone was
where they were...

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the pen,
soulless,
stilled
with
chewed cap,
and emptied cartridge,
as my yen
burns like an addict's fire,
palm sweat on parchment,
syllables, prosody,
sans serif mind flow,
while demure muses
whisper soft moisture,
follicle and promise,
into my...

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CHICKENPOX HIGH

I caught chicken pox from
My son,
Oh what fun!
I was thirty five and spots,
Enveloped me from each hair follicle
On my head,
Right down to in between...

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He was born with a bushy round follicle-free head
and walks with two legs, because 
he is a Neanderthal(1) mutant,

for he is a mutational product, 
he...

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Natures Precious Gift.

Beautiful, each eyelash from tiny follicle to tip,
Each minute sculpted corner of his perfect rose bud lips,
Two exquisite pristine dimples upon his soft...

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- and GOD Said: -

Live Each Day With Joy Even Thru Tests
Live Each Day Having Mercy & Tenderness
Live Each Day As Tho' Opening A Treasure...

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The implosion of a thought is neither a shred or a shard. In fact it is surely a pulsation of a wisdom whirlpool? Really? How...

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