January Hair Poems

You say you're old, but I don't see it
Your wrinkles are just lines of wisdom
Your hair is not gray, but silver
Your eyes are not dull,...

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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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Inextricably rooted with hair fixation

As a lad in grade school,
yours truly, (a diminutive, intuitive,
oversensitive, and vegetative potato head kid,
whose voice exhibited
a severe nasal twang)
felt envious...

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First appreciable (healthy) snowfall 2022 occurred January 28th

Virgin whiteness blankets terrestrial realm
bajillion snowflakes tumble out of sky
atavistic fascination awakened
agog at ice crystals stinging each eye
while...

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Ever since lockdown and the barbers were all closed,
There was only one solution that my wife duly proposed
‘Let’s go buy some clippers so that I...

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The twilight cloud drizzles pearls on you,
pristine patina flows on curls of tress ebony,
rave rapture drenches me, you’ve no clue.
The twilight cloud drizzles pearls on...

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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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Why I keep a low profile i.e. namely remain invisible

Alternately titled -
dear readers ye each saddled as exegete
to make sense little known excerpt
referencing obscure passage...

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I love to find a bargain
As I search the New Year sales
I really could not live without
That pair of giant bright pink snails
I don’t know...

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Abe’s barber, Chris, got so confused
because strong cold pills he’d abused.
Chris hacked up Abe’s haircut,
declared, “I’m NOT drunk, but
EYES fail me!” Abe was not amused.

“For...

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One old barber who confesses he's weird
Persuades his clients to cut off their beards --
   Quoth he, "You look scary!"
   Razors...

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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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just moments ago, i went online and tapped Google 
   if some miraculous spell 
   could be drawn out of thin...

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Me and my sweetheart 
Went out on a date
We were just Kids
With no money to spend

After strolling for a while
We stopped in a desert alley
“Let’s...

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dark blonde hair swishes
willow tree's limbs in winter..
a gentle breeze blows  

Contest: Breeze
Sponsor: POET, UNDERTAKER
Written: Sunday, January 19, 2014...

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