Chin Poems

by the hair of my chinny chin chin

by the hair of my chinny chin chin
I wonder some days whose body I’m in
personality a secret, some days you see
from not only you, but also to me

Punch-Drunk Poet Meets Chandelier Chin

With nothing but a jawbone, I
unhinge the night, let silence die—
book of broken psalms, toothless songs
of what was right, of what went wrong
beneath the hush of watchful sky.

No prize, no game, no lullaby—
just marrow's oath and blood gone dry.
I didn’t mean to last this long
with nothing but a jawbone.

Still, blood remembers how to lie,
to shape

Old Man

Old Man

his weatherbeaten face, lined
with the hills and valleys of age
watery blue eyes set against a
backdrop of bloodshot white
his cheeks reddened from
sun and alcohol, his aquiline
nose has lost its nobility
his once full lips now just
scowling lines covering remnants
of jagged teeth
his stubble covered chin now
a dirty gray bristle
life has not been kind to him

Chin

Chin

My chin, not very
prologued, not as 
funny at all, as my 
second molar.

Keep your chin up

We are all special 
in many ways so don't let 
someone put you down

Vibrant Conecction

Photosynthesis the Rosin,
                                  Rosin who which makest me
              

Pinkie Raised, Chin Aligned

I dance in my mind 
     glass slippers trail behind

   Twirling pirouettes
     tea and crepe suzettes

Chin

What's something 
really gross 
you've seen lately? 

For me, 
it was a toothless old lady 
on a bus stop bench, 
gumming Cheetos she first 
softened up 
in a paper cup of water, 
her mouth and chin 
bright orange.

Chin Up

It would be funny,
Instead, it's sad.
We acquire mouths
Like ventriloquists dummies,
Which can be bad.
Age does this to some,
It occurs around the mouth,
Lines appear at the sides of our lips,
And continue going south.
It's amusing and looks rather *****.
Unlike the ventriloquist's dummy
We can say clear
Chin up, have A BOTTLE OF BEER.

Chin Up

The darkness of sorrow passes, 
Like night does to day.
It's the illusion of darkness,
That causes further pain.
Do emotions not change,
With every beat of a broken heart?
Do you believe God goes unscathed,
While his children fall apart?
Happiness and peace, 
Are only one thought away.
You don't have to believe in my God.
He takes many shapes,
So please don't stray.

R.K.H
11/11/2021

Paintings To Her Chin

She is creative, but she keeps it under her face.
Wearing masks before this Covid-19 disgrace.
Her imagination parades around at three a.m. some days
Her muse blows a kazoo and throws poems her personalities' ways
She knows her power, but tries to look unassuming and old.
She keeps her opinions to herself, for they are blatantly bold.
She has friends

Devotion Poem Dancing Dream

Devotion Poem.  Dancing Dream

(Dedicated to my husband Jim, with love)

Like a story’s narrator, I cannot see myself 
In life nor in dreams, nor in memories where
My recollection of you comes first
Of your eyes, which I have
Absolutely memorized, especially 
All their glistening smiles,
When they look fixed to my own, bringing
Your heart into mine, committed in

Chin Up

Agnes had skin old and saggy
Her eyes were dark and baggy
She pierced two safety pins
Each side of her chin
Which gave a lift to poor Aggie

On the Chin

ON THE CHIN

        No pimple! A simple
        deep prominent dimple
        existed since childhood
        in jolly happy mood.
          

Chin Tattoo

 

tribal tattoo
on the chin
ancient
sacred

ancestral ritual
inscribed for
pride
strength
protection

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October 9, 2020


Poetry/Verse/Chin Tattoo
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1293-852-03
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