Introspection 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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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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Perhaps like a lightning
bolt of clear out of the blue
rigor mortis (tenon and
three decades hence)
two thousand fifty nine if you
count from January 13th 2019, adieu

attest...

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I shaved my head again today
I     G.I. Janed my mane


Once again
       they'll be calling me...

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The black ones I got from my mother,
The glamourpuss Welsh princess;
The red ones came from my dad,
The freckled Irish redbeard;
The blonde ones were mine as...

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The wind,
she blows where she whence...
where she wilt,
like a sea of ether,
like an unseen god she whispers,
and cries, and whistles,
and cools my face in summer...

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dyeing my hair brown 
I think of my youthful days 
pushing wild limits
rosy girls and fine liquor blessed ---
as twilight years fade


Traditional Tanka  25th...

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I know of a man, a normal man.
He has hair and eyes
and wears clothes and shoes.
He walks, he breathes, he blinks.
He bathes, he sleeps, he...

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Sometimes, it can be the simplest things that I find so sexy.

Maybe it’s just me.
Maybe I just have a one track mind.

The sun shining through...

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The epiphany of Love.
This was a love of dreams and a confused mind
I wanted all of her, not only the fragrance of 
her hair but...

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Take me Away, Alive or Awake
by ~CrimsonSmolder

In the lands of consumption 
On the edge that is so narrow 
Take me away; alive or awake 
Take...

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Sometimes I Feel Beautiful
Driving along thinking about what I’m about to do brings a smile to my face. Without a doubt my hair and nails...

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Another poetry reading.
I arrive late and drop my phone in a workshop.

I capriciously retrieve it and slink to the corner,
My notebook and pen
Poised and ready
For...

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Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.
Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's 
dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside...

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REFLECTIONS

I looked into my mirror today,
And saw an old face watching me
He wasn’t there yesterday
But I never see the same face twice

There have been lots...

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