Best Haired Poems

Her world is as radiant as the sun,
golden as dandelions that cover
the fields and hillsides in springtime,
or the sunny faced jonquils and daffodils 
that turn winter white to yellow bright.
Her touch lingers in pools of golden carp,
in yellow bananas peeping out from 
verdant large leaves...

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A small dark-haired boy

absorbed in the words he scrawls

at an old wood desk

has thoughts brighter than grim walls

beyond which his future sprawls


Nov. 23, 2017 for Eve Roper's Photostory Contest...

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Crouching down, I'm foxhole bound,
crawling forward I seen it, its around.
I ducked my head, while covering one eye,
as soon as the enemies flare lit up the night sky.
Machine gun bullets quickly sprayed my above,
tracer rounds intertwining, making lead love.
The flare fizzled out, tracers rounds did...

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We gathered around an old, grey battered table,
one leg was to short, darn thing was unstable.
Spread out on top laid a map with torn edges,
markings in pen, circling valleys and ridges.
Azimuth in hand and pen in grips sight,
lines were drawn showing us our next fight.
Two...

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My beautiful ginger haired goddess faerie 
Thick curls down her back, floating against her
Dainty cellophane dragonfly faerie wings.
Translucent, alabaster skin rarely seen even in a glimpse.

My delicate ginger haired goddess faerie
Enjoying woodland's most endearing sunrise.
He is awed by her beautiful, enticing loveliness.
Unconcerned, she massages her...

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I saw her today.
With her vanity blue wispy gray,
That smile that never goes away.
And she prays.

When God has forgotten to answer your prayers,
And suddenly a solution is there,
While you are standing mystified,
Did you see her today?

Frail and retired she asked God to serve,
Her faculties failing...

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Dark haired beauty, so exotic, so surreal,
	(Will she tremble at my touch)
I am in her power, she has such appeal.

Gorgeous young lass, a sly look in her eye,
	(Just a look says so much)
So much to like, I never want a good bye.

Dark haired beauty, a...

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Abigail Kirk lived in outback town Burke,
A hotel receptionist, she had a slight quirk,
Her rather long ponytail stretched to the floor,
After a few years it had grown much more,
She sold it to ten bald men and retired from work....

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A lazy long-haired packer in a shop,
Lent against a wall to have a quiet stop,
He felt a scraping on his crown
Waking from his nap upside down,
Someone was using his head as a mop....

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When bombs rained down a neighborhood
In Shiah, south Beirut one night
A brown haired boy tight clutched his toy,
A cuddly brown-furred bear, in fright.

And sobbing through the roaring din,
He whispered to his cuddly friend:
"Oh, Teddy, Teddy, hold me tight,
And stay until the bombings end."

The cuddly bear...

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I have always  l o v e d  those wild boys,
     and their rebellious loud culture noise;
growing up with their rock 'n' roll,
          in my opinion it has a lot...

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I want to tell you
to keep your curls
but the allure of it
will find you one day.
You will spend hours
just to run your fingers
down the length of it,
and when you gaze in the mirror
you will see you,
but a different you,
sexy,
womanly,
tempting.
You will put on red lipstick,
and the...

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Her world is as radiant as the sun,
golden as dandelions that cover
the fields and hillsides in springtime,
or the sunny faced jonquils and daffodils.

March 3, 2016
Picture #2
United Colors: Yellow Poetry Contest
Sponsor Silent One...

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I watched as the dark grew around his eyes.
He came through the window,
Stepping like a shadow.
He was the night, he was the ghost, he was the 
Unaided fighter as he reached for my side.
And I so desperately wanted to caress his masked face. 
His pace...

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AS SHE SITS IN HER CHAIR, STROKING HER HAIR,
HER SILVER GREY HAIR LONG AND CLEAN.
SHE THINKS OF THE YEARS, AGED BY TENDER TEARS,
THINKING OF GOLDEN YEARS SHE HAD SEEN.
A RAVING BEAUTY A QUEEN OF ALL HEARTS,
SHE GLIDED THROUGH LIFE ON A THRONE.
BUT NOW SHE’S GOTTEN...

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