Extensions Poems - Poems about Extensions

...The Stately Iris Flower Bearded irises are tall and stately in form They grow from rhizome sculptured leaves through a storm Standing stiffly upright or curving at the tips A swollen stem where......Read the rest...

... birds gather at the feeder, hovering, near the sunflower seeds, tap, tap, tap against the windowsill, where a feeder is attached, filled by hopeful hearts who linger, at the window, relis......Read the rest...

...The war is nothing but a metasexual celebration among homosapiens, A grotesque dance of destruction, where bodies confront each other in an orgy of violence. Soldiers become avatars of the primordi......Read the rest...

...In the uncertain blue sky of our love, Why do you let the wind snatch the rays from your hair? In its fickle palm, let it caress your cheeks, With passion and desire, transforming your being into ......Read the rest...

...Baseless appetites rage fueling empty desires Locks for this earthly cage are all rooted & lower inspired There's no match for the fire that spreads like legs & rain Moths to flame don't have a ch......Read the rest...

...And there, painted and playing in sweetest frame is the timeless province. There, suspended by the arches of axiom, with sputtering brushes of wielded coherent structure. I drown upon speari......Read the rest...

...lives clogged with gadgetry like drains on overflow young minds scurried atop tech pitchforks that never know a garden hand extensions clutchin......Read the rest...

...There is no such thing as an ordinary angel in heaven each one comes with its own spectrum of light each one has a duty to attend to; In God's luxurious crib, there are no bars no latticed sid......Read the rest...

...Hands of the piety Phalanges of work and charity Driven to spearhead not stoop Enliven and share not droop Fingers we dip on stoupe Churches of the holy in troop Our faith we lathe with pride......Read the rest...

...Animals in top hats, Ride bicycles en road, Spoked wheels and pedaled spats, Round about, in ornamental spode. Animals in monocles, Spectate in obeisance, Cuffed by inked chronicle: Renasce......Read the rest...

...I hated your silent footsteps at the airport, your departure to a station without me, but god knows how much I loved the music of your body between the whiteness of your thighs, the sound hall lay......Read the rest...

...Almost evening. The smell of seaweed hanging on whispers coming up from the beach. I sit in the backyard, rearranging thoughts, trying to fit shapes into what's missing in that vast mosaic I ha......Read the rest...

...My grandmas, grandpas and some uncles are gone Including my beloved dad is now in heaven I miss them when Christmas season comes They’re huge missing part of our family tradition But my m......Read the rest...

...Groundhog Day What is it they say? If he sees his shadow, six more weeks of winter Should we let something like this become a hinder After all, this started as a Pennsylvania Dutch superstition......Read the rest...

...TWYLA THARP AND INTERSTATE 81 I had been watching a documentary about a white-haired woman, a legendary master of creative processes whose intensity of focus was a cautionary tale of explosi......Read the rest...