Best Shorn Poems

Post Covid, my scalp has been shedding
Hair covers the pillow and bedding
There’s tresses on the floor
If I lose any more
The prospect of baldness I’m dreading!



A great deal of poetic licence about hair in the bed  but since I’ve had covid  I’ve noticed strands...

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Sue loved to style her auburn hair, 
and adorn it with a cute bow.
 
Then cancer struck, life’s so unfair -
treatment meant her long locks would go. 

She hoped in time new hair would grow, 
as baldness may cause folk to stare. 

Sue now wears a pretty...

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Ego shorn unlike the hairy back of cancer
Taking all but life before even taking that
She hoped to be a mother some day and her
Life would be gone at 26 a hard fact

I look at her in a hat of fur  
pink sweater that seems...

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Hong Kongs
Big pong
Five are tried 
heads hooded
Hands tied

Wolf like packs
Claim a moral low
Truth can't bestow
The depth of facts
Now for all to know

Morals now obscene 
As today is seen,
Humanity traded
Weave of life torn
Insanity in-braided

A very aged norm.'...

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An incessant rage; a tormented home
Ego’s cruel tyranny reigns
An exiled vagrant cursed to roam
Not one shimmer of hope remains

Ego shorn, tormenting flames now subside
Cool winds arise as rivers flow
Blessed peace, with you I’ll reside
With your familiar and welcoming glow

Beyond all time, beyond all sorrow
All bonds...

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land of midnight sun                                         ...

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Here looking inwards while sitting in wards.
Never bored watching bulletins and staring out the window at the billboards with eyes that's been pulled before and my thoughts still talk forth.
Still taunted and real torn. My brain is torn. My clothes are worn and I'm worn...

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What a zenith of stateliness is ego mine! 
Illuminating my worth, strength and charm divine;
Positioned politely it does marvels many,
When sharpened like knife or sword, harms it brings plenty...!

Enriching the attributes of my inner mind,
Keeping me socially accepted and refined;
If clipped and trimmed and efficaciously...

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Ego shorn, here now reborn
    By Unseeking Seeker

Ego shorn, here now reborn
Pruned gently by life’s lesson
Honed like a sheep’s curly horn
And empathy came as companion

Lower a pride to calm the tide
Allow Holy Spirit to grace and guide
For a thing that’s hard to...

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when we know the light is
but see it not
we are aware of separation 
from truth of our being

denied and yet we may not seek
that that is innate to us
because the entity that seeks is not
rather ego is veil of ignorance 

in passivity, silence and in...

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Posting then before I’m done,
  the baby not quite born

Feelings chase the words I write,
 —the sheep not fully shorn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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What was celebration years ago
people's hearts were to their birth
I walked and plagued my mind
west was born as an after thought
supplanting all others
to pleasant lands we betrothed
the winds came gently
october sneered in a umpirish manner
friends flaked the golden daffodils
refugees shorn of rights
to the dim lands
shorn...

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As precious stones are hidden and entwined
   in minerals of ordinary worth,
they must be found, professionally mined
   from common, rocky layers of the earth.

Extracted, polished, cut- they'll stand apart
   as valued gems.  Neglected, they will share
in earth's destructive...

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Facing the Storm
Had my ego shorn and heart torn today
The reason, I am hesitant to say
I'll retain it to myself, no one else
But then, who on earth would care anyway.

On reflection someone out there does care
All one needs do is kneel down in prayer
Revealing one's...

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Summer, winter, autumnal and vernal
Nature's tide freely flows through time eternal
As our days are with abandon shorn
Each year laid to rest is by nature reborn

So let the champagne flow this last night of December
To auld lang syne lift a glass so we may remember
With buoyant...

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