Devotion Hair Poems

At the end of the day
With the chores all done,
The children cleaned
And put to bed.
My mother sat and brushed her hair.

100 strokes of each dark...

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*** In the Dream Foretold *** A Devotion Series Poem

I am getting over paralysis from nerves twisted along my spine.  The agonies are
passing, but...

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January 24th, 2023 Hair washing heralds huge happening

Hark….the herald angels sing, and twitter 
for mass communication 
mediums stop the presses 
when I, a regular schlemiel...

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What distract me from my oblagations are
not of trust but of worldly want and desire.
Than what is spoken as Godlydistracts those
of there obligation and duty...

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Your hair in the breeze,
Your anger makes you an angel... 

Laughing and time lapsed is what you bring, 
My heartbeat was not continued,
Gratefulness are my...

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Your fingers are in my hair,
while whispering softly.
Wild, latent passion flows from a glass of wine.
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Hands are on the body;
I tremble at your touch.
A bite...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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A stranger walked up and motioned to me
You have moving things in your hair
I felt and sure as there's a heaven above
There were five tiny...

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To a Louse
by Robert Burns
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hey! Where're you going, you crawling hair-fly?
Your impudence protects you, barely;
I can only say that you swagger...

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Think I need a husband
to hold my fragile hand.
Now I need a husband
to open up a can.

I could use a husband
to put the garbage out.
Would...

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Everywhere she went her hair sparkled. It glistened in the morning sun, the noonday sun, and at dusk too. The waves in her auburn hair...

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A stranger walked up and motioned
You have moving things in your hair
I felt and sure as there's a heaven
There were five tiny folks living there

Invited...

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My Gal, Blue Bonnet, Black Hair

My gal, jet black hair and a blue bonnet
writing her a golden little sonnet
Just a few nice words to sweetly...

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A black-haired dirty thinker
your words invade my head;
where lust and thirst become me
and love will see me dead.

Your body build a sailing ship.
Your keel at...

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I haven't written anything down because I have been too busy feeling it.

The love you planted so softly on me like a nice pair of...

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