Best Hairline Poems

My dear brother Butch,

Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or...

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(WARNING  SIGNS)

You are old and fragile
Claiming to be a lion when in bed
In some way, you remind me of the walking dead
Your bones make...

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I am writing to you because I know you have a wish.
I have been thinking diligently about your wish. It is not
going to be easy...

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As the clock ticks on,
the soul
encounters 
tiny fractures of death

hairline cracks
seemingly invisible, superficial
yet they run deep

one
      more
   ...

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From somewhere far beneath,
My father's face is rising to replace my own.
Each year the brightly silvered surface of my mirror
Reveals some other common feature
Pushing its...

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In another place in time, he stood aware
A violin of broken strings, his hair in silence flowed
Best of all, he still had hope
Knowing even silence...

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“The Fallen”



Remote,
he sees himself 
in the reflection of cold close 
yet distant shop windows, 
his final journey along the 
Hard Time Road
walking alone, 
unforgiven, no...

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“Where I’m From”
I am from pliers
	from Tylenol and vanilla bean perfume.
I am from the budding rose bush,
	the aloe vera plant
	whose salve heals my burns.
I am...

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My father and I stood outside the old farmhouse in which I was raised and he still lived. 
The black sheep had moved back in...

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From the error of my ways 
in the blink of one's eyes 
falling backwards I called out 
Oh God please save me
Inside the crunch mercy...

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Physicist Albert Einstein
Redesigned his hairline
He enjoyed the notoriety
Having theorized “Relativity”

© November 14, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen...

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Written by Gail DeBole

My laughing paintbrush
Amuses the canvas with
Many mornings and tickles
Two half-polished pumpkins.

Cobwebs of cornstalk
Casually poise on the
Pumpkins and branch into
The air like pick-up...

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thirteen year old boy 
south central 
stagnating pond 
in a ten mile universe 

he had dreams 
aspirations 
knew there was more 
education, it propels 
he...

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Well thank God they left. Nice local sports bar; I sat close to an elderly man, probably 80 years old, and a younger guy that...

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Edith had been suffering from shoulder pain
She'd developed a stoop and only her left shoulder would sag
When she went to see her doctor
He put all...

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