Best Shaves Poems

This grave with barber Bob is blessed ~
He was a cut above the rest!


30.01.19

'Pithy pants poetry contest'
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy...

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Once I'm gone 
I'll only be remembered a small while
I'm a tiny tick on a large dial
The words I breathe will stretch about a mile
Even...

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What would I give for a book and a nook
I'd forfeit some cash from my pocketbook
Surrender my coat to a hanging wall hook
Then give it...

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Oklahoma just passed an executive order
About the obvious disorder
Of letting men break through the border
Called a women’s bathroom door
Which has always been there for
Keeping out...

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In the silence
 of this crystal night
 shimmering,
 entombed in light,
 we'll tippy toe on the stars 

Moving in a universe
 the tips of our...

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Your Taj Mahal
Too many times you hoisted anchor
there isn't time but you should thank her,
for being such a goober for so long.
You have made her...

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The Murray can be dangerous,
as the locals have worked out.
There has been some drowning's
plus a few close shaves about.
Some blame grog; some foolishness,
and a few...

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Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
           ...

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I am just 
A little pencil
Made from 
Wood and lead
My head is 
Long and pointed
My body 
Smooth and red
I write happily 
Only when I’m led
I...

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Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There...

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Alas, never seen along highways and byways anymore,
Was some very classic poetry that has become American lore!
'Tis sad that these masterpieces have vanished from the...

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Trere stands a man who's brave. Had many close shaves, wasn't at all afraid, not even of the grave.

He was a total knave, would always...

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She walks along the stage
Looking at him
And him
And him
With her deadened eyes
He looks back at her
Every one of him
And fantasizes
Perky breasts
Milk white thighs
He feels
What’s familiar...

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Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song...

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Sounds of the ocean
Waves in your mind
Rounds of lost emotion
Raves that cuts and bind

Bounds of the blue ocean
Shaves your deep mind
Mounds of tranquil notion
Saves your...

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