Best Hairstyles Poems

It to took me many  years
to find someone I could trust ,
so many different hairstyles
colors black, blonde and rust,
but this time you surpassed yourself
that ash blondes just the job,
and to top it off
you cut the perfect bob....

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I am me
Do U like what U see? 
   Honestly
I wish some secrets could be washed away
     Just tell me 
I heard from so and so that i'm pretty
  But I've never heard it directly
   ...

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Our family came together again yesterday, (which is the reason for this poem)
and, as is our tradition, we took a family portrait before everyone headed home.

Why do we take so many family portraits….it’s quite simple to explain…
because no matter how many family portraits we take…no...

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As The Rising Sun, The Dawn Came In Softly & Slowly;
&
So Did My Suffering.

Maybe Unexplained Or Unexpected Feelings;
Which Have Been Ignored;
A Sudden Melancholy Skulking In The Silence;
Awaiting The Arrival Of This Day.

The Days Have Regrettably Passed Since We Parted Ways;
About 4 Years Ago, & I...

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Sitting at the very top of my closet,
a small cedar chest, with treasures I did deposit. 
It was Christmas gift my sweet cousin gave,
for years it has sat there, as if in a grave!
With broken hinges and a defective lock,
 I will now open it;...

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Sun-faded cardboard photographs
of 1970’s hairstyles
were tacked to 
the brown paneled walls.
His counter was cluttered with 
the shiny tools of his trade,
a chipped glass bowl
laden with lollypops,
and a jar of combs 
in blue liquid.
National Geographic,
Sports Illustrated, 
and Life
were spread out 
like Chinese fans
on the coffee table.
On...

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What a large pineapple laughing in a row. Heads and toes. Arms and legs. In suits. Laughing cheering. Pompousness' of an elite bunch of abusers. It is unwise and unhelpful to cause a stale tail on a cosmic cat. Acclimatize then to an attunement of...

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The clothes first worn were fussy
However, a sure sign trend.
The women's most natural mat bags,
Matched the naughty pearls on their necks.
The pleated skirts of the oldies,
Danced through comfy, trendy shoes,
And the feathered hats of the mothers,
Entrapped the dancing curls.
The shoes men fit were trendy
with crafty...

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So many of us will sell ourselves for the "hype"
Just for a moment in the limelight 
Selling their souls for minute of fame,  just to see their names  in the big bright lights
It can't be easy living in a lie 
 You can't...

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I OPEN HER OLD DUSTY BOXES 
FILLED WITH HER MEMORIES 

PICTURES OF FAMILY, FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES
MANY OF THE SAME PEOPLE AND SOME NEW ONES, ONLY CHANGING CLOTHS. HAIRSTYLES AND POSITIONS
OVER THE YEARS IN VARIOUS HOUSES, ROOMS AND LANDSCAPES
AND THEIR PLACES IN THE STACK OF...

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Would you do the do
Hairstyles stick up just like glue
You’ll do the do well

Entrant into Paula Swanson’s “How Due You Dew” contest...

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It's Mighty Funny



It's mighty funny,
That you call me ugly,
But you are trying to look just like me,
Everything I do,
From the hairstyles I wear,
To the way I dress,
You always seem to copy,
You tell me I'm nobody,
But you see my talents and my rewards,
And can't congratulate,
But roll...

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time 
distortions of memory 
tricks played out 
of things thought but not 
old photos tell stranger tales 
of two dimensional places 
of younger eyes 
and tender faces 
8mm and slideshows 
or lockets clasp'd 
kodachrome and sepia 
and oh! there's a cameo hidden 
in the back...

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Rejection Slips 3

Rejection Slip
by Michael R. Burch

Whenever my writing gets rejected,
I always wonder how the rejecter got elected.
Are we exchanging at the same Bourse?
(Excepting present company, of course!)

When editors reject my poems, did I slip up, or did they? Is their slip showing, or is...

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Clump of earth. Green glow. Clump of concrete clapping. Green glow. A grouped nylon is akin to a skinny pair of trousers swinging in a breeze. Twisting with furry knees. But not ever in trees. It is the pointed cradle fork that envelops a mysterious...

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