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 brown and strong over the garden hoe
   or throwing your head up to one side
   around...

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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 little lady in 
tattered clothes
alone in crowd
searching someone
of her own.

People laugh at her
and she laughs back
with dazzled eyes
in sparkling
lights of...

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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, never returned,
Still finding himself among st devours of life and thorns of deception,
Running for the hills,
In search of his purpose.
My...

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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 the demise 
of the political elites.
The conscription ballot hung 
over our heads helmeted
in a flowering of uncombed hair
in the winter...

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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 teacher, wears tight jeans,
they can't concentrate on the test;
she's happy for attracting the teens,
their girlfriends notice their unrest.
They hate 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 miss aligne
and animals feet we always find
fur and claws well defined
the peacock and the parrots feathers
may never be refined

no dog...

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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 Joe wears one too....

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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 miss the most in the universe.

Toiled through hardship and still indebted,
Altruistic she- uncared and unattended her own needs,
But protected her...

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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 your duality
Your ironware, I mean those muscles, were more than fruitful

Just like inner potency to inspire my spirit; they were...

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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 turn over and over 
She thought I’d fallen asleep, but no
I watched her silently in the dark, well past midnight.

Her...

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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 like my hair long
I like it uncombed and wild
It does what it wants
When it wants
No brush or comb can tame...

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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 that proved his means,
A poor and hungry soul;

I saw him coming out his car,
A rockstar with a new guitar,
The hero...

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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 I once confessed
like I like dogs, not cats.
Or how I hate republicans
and I hate democrats.

Sometimes getting full of me
in my...

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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 BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST

HOMELESS


has a cold, twenty-four with a runny nose
stands on a corner everyone disowns ya
no place...

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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 on the lookout to
see when a child cries.

Abuse can come in different forms.It is not always sexaul 
abuse. It can...

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