Mother Hair Poems

She had the loveliest hair, but it brought too much attention to her.
Shaquita was shy; she did not like people to approach or speak.
I will...

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Her rainbow hair is so ugly! Her mother said to me on the phone.
I was only half listening now, reaching for a second scone.
They were...

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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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Drowning in my own existence
Hating life 
But the ultimate passion
I had to have
No, I am not the problem
I won’t let you take my breath away
I...

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Sally Sue was a big-haired gal from Kalamazoo
She lived in a forest of green with tiny slivers of blue.
Her thick hair was her nemesis, her...

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The echoes have returned
And they bear some bad news
The spawns are buried deep
With no liberty to lose

Maybe, these are waters with algae,
They're rich if murky
Forestalling...

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Hey! Your hair is sticking up!
This news flash is from a seven-year-old.
I know, I tell him. It’s Dad hair.
I can’t do anything with it.
I have...

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I would fly down the cement sidewalk,                  ...

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Tangled beard
hair-bear needs coffee
needs Taffy toffee
needs snooze then booze,
gets only coffee.

Bare bones bundled in a fat recliner.
He used to read the newspaper
now the Net begets
same...

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I just finished flipping the calendar to March
I keep a paper one hanging on my kitchen wall 
despite everything being digital 
I’m old school some...

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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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I was named Paulette,                     ...

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Your old sleek black hair-pin is still with me, mother,
I've treasured it greater than a yellow sapphire;
It collects in me, memories of plaits and knot,
And...

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My hair has always 
had a mind of its own
Stays doing whatever
it wants whenever 
it pleases
Just never bothers to do 
any of it, at my...

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“mother”said jolly “can you comb my hair,”
“I will” Jolly “if you stand on that chair,”
“your golden tresses make nice pony tails,”
“red ribbons, if you please,...

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