Best Uncombed Poems

I remember you in all your faces
   from the photograph of a young girl
   surprised at being looked at, and later,
Sun...

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Insanity

That insane
In the dark corner
of the narrow lane
helpless and hesitant
because she’s dumb

That insane 
laughing on her voice
scratching her body,
and  innocent face
blackened of
taints of madness.
A...

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''Bare''
Dead whilst alive,
Forgotten yet solidly visible,
Underestimated but still the best there is.............
The sound of disappointment!
I am searching for a boy long forgotten,
Left for the bushes,...

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I was one of the cool set,
navy blue duffle coat, scarf around
my neck, seated at a table
in Pepe's Coffee Lounge
discussing Baudelaire 
and T.S. Eliot and...

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Some boys forget their mom's words,
they leave for school in a mad rush
with uncombed hair looking like nerds;
in the classroom they have a crush.
Liz, their...

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have you ever seen
a bird uncombed
or a kittens hair disshovled
is a lions mane unmanagable
or a rodents fur in stubbles
the wolves teeth
are always straight 
never a...

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Orange, black, and white
Keep it pulled down tight.

Sits on my head with pride
Taking care of my uncombed hair
Ageing with daily wear
Threaded with the letters OSU
Eskimo...

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Wrinkled, but beautiful still
Even in decrepit apparel and uncombed;
Jagged skin and sensual fragrance lost
But still spongy her touch is and the smell
Only thing I’d...

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She had beautiful hands, I remember
Strong and brown and crude under the choking lamplight 
that wintry autumn of the potato blight
I saw them cringe and...

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Wild Hair

Will you please
Stop complaining
I like it just the way it is
I don’t want to change it
Too bad that it is not to your standards
I...

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My infancy was the time for imagining your unique beauty
As the saprophyte danced in the magical fountain of ambiguity
You ingenuously stole my pulverized heart with...

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I saw him sitting on the street, 
With open arms and folded feet,
A beggar with a bowl,
He had on him a tattered jeans,
And matted locks...

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Thou Art Face Book

Face Book thou art mean to me
will you be my undoing?
From my public bursts of anger
to my public boo hoo hooing.

Opinions that...

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The Cry Of A Child

The cry of a child, sometimes we can hear. The cry of a child
sometimes can be seen. We should all be...

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shoes untied, hair uncombed
waling the streets so all alone
tatted clothes ransack house
eating out trash cans day N night

OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO...

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