Best Hairs Poems

Welcome to my ----- life
A beautifully broken aura
             Unsettled flakes
   ...

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Ted’s libido has now gone astray
He refused a quick roll in the hay
So what could be the cause -   
It’s the male menopause...

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Five thousand years before the sky was introduced with the sea
It was at that time, that God wrote your name adjacent to me
Even before the...

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My beloved ...

Take me to the memory

a never lasting dream

which lived in yester yesterday

long before destiny took its toll

and footprints marked separate paths


Take me back...

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The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs...

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We saw a dim light upon top of the Bell House Tower
a scream echoed out and then a dark shadow slipped 
by the light, in...

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Campfire And Tall Tails

     Friends and sons come walking into the campsite all dress in camo 
 from their long day’s...

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Its whispering gentle 
 through breeze to leaves
rustling each to a frenzied clamor
 Can you hear the heightened sound?
Inaudible then so loud...so Loud!!
  So...

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Eight decades and a half "young" is my mom.
Nine years and half a century am I.
How quickly I have aged gives me a qualm,
but one...

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My Beloved

Take me to the memory

A never lasting dream

which lived in yester yesterday

long before destiny took its toll

and footprints marked separate paths

Take  me back...

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A blustery breeze blows through the half-opened window

of this secluded second story loft

 sun rays pulse upon the silken fibers of your hairs

as my once...

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When I was growing up,
Daily they packed my outgrown:
Shoes, shirts,suits and trousers;
And paid me commendation
As they milled around me
Like night ants around light!

When I was...

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We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a...

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Against a night frightened white,
a tall tree stands - skeletal -
transfixing me one winter
on my woodland walk.

Small trees surround the tall one.
They extend icy fingers
as...

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I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,  
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those curves sashaying 
as if she...

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