Best Locks Poems

Susie’s flowing blonde tresses
were her pride and joy 
they shone like a halo above her head
and framed her delicate features
From the moment they met
her boyfriend called her Goldilocks


Five years after they married
cancer cruelly crept into their lives
Skilled surgeons removed her lump
but chemotherapy took its toll
and...

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What's so strange about it?
The way it curls like a baby  or
The way it stands out on it's own

The way it swings when I walk  or
The way it catches your stare when I talk

Natural roots, they spring into trees of knowledge
The offense you...

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Sublimity ...
Bandit of my breath

Summer blond tresses, pure
Splashed with amber bands, aglow

Slowly twisting down to soft, stretchy curls
Bouncing on your shoulders with heavenly mirth

Like a child bouncing her bed Christmas morn
Exquisite texture, as combed Turkish velour

Meant for the delve of only tender hands
Loving fingers that...

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Golden Locks

within the minute of retreat your back is tuned to your enemy's chorus
harmonic to your freedom, measured by compassion, anxiously seeking their humanity
thought ascending from stars see's an ounce of mercy surrounded in darkness
a defeated purpose which drove them to the heavens
those who have...

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Trudging through the snow, her cubs lag behind...oblivious 
Haven't seen a seal for days, perhaps weeks 
There are few ice-bergs left to hunt upon 
Adrift in the ocean...think again 
It's not a coincidence fossils of mammoths are being found more than ever
Soon you won't need...

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Thrashing like Medusa's locks,
water-whipped kelp lash, and flay.
And angry waves pummel rocks;
morphing into a salt spray.

The sky's a cauldron of clouds,
filled with a seething witch's brew.
And heaven's draped in dark shrouds;
not a single star shines through.

As lightning ignites the dark,
thunderclaps make the ground quake.
And gusty...

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ST. Paddy Day today. I'm wearing my green, and I celebrate with my 100th poem posted 
since coming here before Xmas! and I will probably lay off the limericks now until next year!

With hair much too short, one vain poet
took magic beans so she could...

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Rapunzel, Rapunzel, such beautiful hair
I bet it needs a lot of care
Oh how I love these lovely blonde locks
And those blue eyes, ever ready to shock

The tower in which you so sweetly sang
And all around the echo of your haunting melody rang
Often you’d let down...

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Growing my dread locks in Trinidad
 Was for all the right reason
 But some didn’t understand 
 They think I was a bad person
 
 I remember early one morning
 Going with friends to the river to bath
 And all of us had dread locks
...

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Old Lady Long Locks
Lived in a long box
But one rainy day
The box washed away
Now she lives in a barn full of lots
Of golden-brown hay...

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Old Lady Long Locks
Lived in a long box
But one rainy day
The box washed away
Now she lives in a barn full of lots
Of golden-brown hay...

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Goldie Locks
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
 
Goldie Locks
I did not know your name
You swayed  your hips
With small steps
As you pass me by
I did say hello to you
You did not answer 
You growled a little smart
And bluffed a little bark
Which caught my heart
I could not say goodbye
It would...

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I’m chopping it off
All of it, you hear?
This long black hair
Down past the middle of my waist
Sleek and shiny with 
Past defects and 
Too many wasted bottles of shampoo
Trying to cleanse myself of my mistakes

It doesn’t work
It doesn’t work

Split ends that rise 
To corrupt my...

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/Locks and Clocks

We change locks
like we change clocks, 
	as flippantly as daylight dims,
	as easily as days grow slim; 
		we try to bolt the sunlight out
		with combinations masked in doubt
	to shorter hours, as if we could
	feel like the conqueror who would
shut out those close and dear...

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Dear Southern Gals

Savannah - oh honey
You beautiful Belle
Your locks long and loose
And silver as well
Muted mementos
Of suffering of pain
Of tears you have wept
Long rivers of rain

Georgia - oh honey
You dear southern Belle
Your story is cruel
And shameful as well
Your tresses have witnessed
In somber green gray 
The...

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