Best Stubbly Poems

Beloved,
with preposterous
persistence,
I still search
for your likeness.
Gravitating
toward every
handsome bald man, 
I scan the light 
that reflects
off their head,
like the globe of home.
I strive for
the sight of bushy,
frost seasoned eyebrows
and hazel eyes
defined with
laugh lines, and I
shape-shift them
to resemble yours.
I hunt for
hearty hands,
calloused and
unabashedly
bleeding from
the weed wacker's
counterattacks.
I hearken...

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Apparently it’s a p**is that makes a man these days 
Never mind the testosterone that fuels an angry craze
A testosterone filled vag**a made of real human flesh 
Seems way better than an estrogen filled p**is in a dress
This muted feeble phalange is a danger to...

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It is always after days like this one,
of a kind of proverbial snake chasing
its tail, its form flawless, its strength in

numbers of its friends all rolling together
carrying me to the end of a long day,
the end being where I started, just as

dark, my breath as...

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Dad, I remember well the night I grew up. 
I know you remember that night too...
   I know you never forgot this happening:
  
It was 1966, an early Fall night, around 10:30 when you called the police.
   Jerry had been...agitated...for...

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The soil is dreaming in a silent technicolour, 
peaceful and alone. It exhales, gently without the tragic 
trampling of mankind snapping roots, without the world above

and its usual stampede. Gone. Branches noticed it
first - slowly having time to stretch, to watch clouds;
time to open their...

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For half an hour Dix had rode true
when the canyon opened up wider.
In front of him five stubbly men
sat around a roaring fire.

The leader Dixon recognized,
as his sifted through Santa’s sack.
He was an outlaw known far and wide
by the name of Randsome Mack.

Their eyes fastened...

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Billy no-mates sat alone on the bench in the playground
Along came Johnny no- friends, perched next to him and frowned

The other kids ignored Billy, he was weird
They ignored Johnny, he had a stubbly beard

They didn’t think that Billy felt lonely
If they knew ....if only

If they...

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I believe 
the trees have
changed their shadows--

overnight.

They rock, they rock,
they rock and sway...

When a winter wind came
and blew all their leaves away.

Like nature's x-ray on
in the middle of the day,
you can see skies of blue
sneaking through.

Since the wind exposed
their stems of stubbly sheaves--

we seen at...

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Suddenly Swans

ZITS….that plague
eradicated
soft stubbly itch
faint beard
announcing itself.

They were…..once
my sister’s
pig-tailed, bratty friends
now gliding past
in nuanced elegance
			…..suddenly swans


©4/5/2019

Suddenly Swans Poetry Contest
Maureen McGreavy - sponsor...

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I.
Rennie Hauser gazed out of the window
as the stage slowly trundled down the road,
the sun beat hard on the towering peaks
that ran across northern Colorado.

She was on the way to see her father
in the small town locals called Tanager,
she was not that fond of her...

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Once there stood a tree so Grand
With yellow flowers and confidence,
She bent and swayed with each day
So eventually I came her way.

Her branches grew so very strong
Around the small and broken one
She guided me through those trees
Taking each step so wonderfully 

The tree so strong...

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Ugly Dolls

Have a doll
Her name is Pearl
She is not a pretty girl
Nose is stubby
Eyes are gray
Clothes are old
Hair stubbly hay
She’s not pretty
Clothes aren't smart

Her crooked smile
Has hooked my heart...

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According to ‘her’ that has 
To be obeyed
The hairs on my chin 
Cannot be shaved
She likes the look and 
Definitely the feel
Of the soft little hairs now 
Part of the deal
Closer inspection certainly 
Revealed more
Two little whiskers popped out 
Of one pour
A ‘Double Wonga’ she...

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Dreams of nonsense drip from my weary eyes like candle wax. The shimmering full moon reflects off my coffee cup as I stagger through the predawn mist. Remnants of the night are written profoundly within the deep pillow imprints on my forehead. My messy hair...

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I am fourteen.
It’s a hot summer day in 1954.
My mother, father, two brothers, one sister, and I 
Pile into our 1952 Chevrolet station wagon
And head to Coady’s Creek in Perintown, Ohio.
It’s actually called Stone Lick Creek
But the Coady’s have a camp on it,
So we call...

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