Best Moustaches Poems

Dreams herein, our progeny, still birth sometimes inside,
blind and rigor twisted, formless foetuses upon
the terrace steps where innocence bled and occasionally died
screeching for salvation when every shred of hope was gone.
Yet also soared in glorious flight, monstrous span
of righteous flapping wings in the stadium sky,
drummed...

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There was poetry,
In the open fields,
On the slanted blueberries,
On the skirts of schoolgirls,

There was poetry,
In the sunny cupboards,
In the quiet gardens,
In the sweet air of spring,

There was some poetry
In the caressing hands,
In the chalk of the school,
On the obsolete words,

There was poetry,
In the fruit basket,
On...

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We grew our hair down to our shoulders
    Hirsute we were, moustaches and beards
  Turned up our noses at those who were older
    'Cos we were so hip, so freaky, so weird

  Revved up our stereos, going...

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As the rooster crows:   

A look in the pool mirrored  a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the sight 
And yabba, dabba, doo!! echoed loud and clear
Triumphant  male ego at its best!

A man’s crowning...

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14: If the soul meets death when Sattva prevails, then it goes to the pure regions of those who are seeking truth.
15: If a man meets death in a state of Rajas, he is reborn amongst those who are bound by their restless activity;and if...

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1st amendment atrocities
Secondary nature

Pound for pound
They scream above holy lungs
Of righteous contradictions

As humanity continues to dry-hump “social” media,
Their sedentary psychiatrist

Judgmental lip smacks
Chapped from the arrogant vowels
They spit
Another syllabic lyric
Within our home of the “free”

Our 50 stars become 50 irrational assault rifles
In order to become bullet...

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Sitting here in the room under the silver roof,
Her mind was somewhere else, flickering like a strong lightening after a heavy storm.

Her thoughts as tender as a flower were brutally shaken and torn,
As much that she couldn't think or act.
Laid numb on her bed as...

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I walked down jazz alleys with stingy cigarettes
and a head filled with typewriter dreams,
silently praying to sidewalk gods
for the inhaling of coconut rum, 
Chicago and Havana,
minds heavy with thoughts of steel and uranium
in the years before cold war, red missiles, 
and the rusting sickle of...

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That Early-Autumn's Night 
.......................................

That early-autumn's night...
While your wrestler-like brothers played cards inside , 
Laughing aloud, till late night ;
I was shivering in cold--   Standing-hiding under the old deodar 
In your fortress-like house's forest-like grassy yard.

Your landlord-like great-grandpa in the painting 
Twirled his moustaches...

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Miraculous indeed, you must have done some very good deed to be one with the heavens and an accomplice with the devil. Your fountains are flowing galore and you couldn’t be asking for more when he heard a strange knock on the door. He had...

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Start 
to shape 
a moustache
this time of year,
handlebars, pencils,           
or lines from ear to ear,
funny grins for volunteers,
and charities will remember,
a tidy growth every November

handlebars, pencils, = types of moustaches

A November Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:...

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THE   MAFIA   MUSICIANS

On the sidewalk half a dozen swarthy men from Italy, 
Playing foot-tapping  dance music 
With lots of clarinettes and violins.

Black moustaches and over-long hair
And dark fedoras  at jaunty angles, with
Half-smiles all the time, 
Switched from one tune...

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Sometimes how our sable heinous deeds, 
Stifle conscience, hush inner voices, 
Lead to the zones of perpetual night. 

I recall a character killer of father, 
Walked he erect headed, puffed with pride, 
With thrust chest, arrogant gestures, 
Debashed face with stiff moustaches, 
Twisted up like...

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internet questionnaires say that some women find moustaches to be
signs of maturity, or perhaps a sign of an aggressive male who will
take charge, 
even further, some go on to say that moustaches are a sign of 
individuality,
because it takes a unique individual to walk around...

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That Early-Autumn's Night 
.......................................

That early-autumn's night...
While your wrestler-like brothers played cards inside , 
Laughing aloud, till late night ;
I was shivering in cold--   Standing-hiding under the old deodar 
In your fortress-like house's forest-like grassy yard.

Your landlord-like great-grandpa in the painting 
Twirled his moustaches...

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