Rose Hair Poems

Warm chair
Hot seat

Phosphorus on a stick
Match maker

Rocking chair on wheels
Rock n roller

Stretch musicians
Elastic band

Scissors 
cutting edge

Encore
Repeat performance

Oil painting
Slippery brushstrokes

Damaged incarseration
Jail break

Thumbs up 
Digital direction

Tangled hair...

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Written 29 November 2023
Love Jones Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Karen Jones

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I'm loathe to agonize, but it's an issue guys!
Some cash wafts heaven sent, but spoils like excrement!
It's shops long hours that stink (are driving me...

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I have rose gold hair my sister said.
What color is that? I asked. Is it red?
I was hoping it was not, for she is my...

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Anna Alpaca is a sight.
with long, long legs and long, long neck.
She’s almost as tall as a kite!
I lean in to give her a peck
and...

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My curls are the frame of my temple, my curves an embellishment.
My skin smooth as silk.
My lips fill with contaminate cherries.
Your impenetrable eyes flow everywhere...

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Green was her face and ebon her hair,
features young, body withered sinew.
Her enormous eyes gave me a scare.
And, from one nostril, a ruby grew.

I stayed...

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heeding the worst; lips 
he would rehearse; kiss 
purpose would hurt his-
heart it immersed; drips-
sweat and a forced breath
the words that his mouth bled- 
loud...

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Hair 
a deep vermillion  
with just a hint of orange
reaching almost to her waist
such shiny waves and curls 
'twas the envy of other...

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A Limerick response to Gershon’s “Hair Apparent“
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Hair Apparent 

The loveliest girl in the world's named Rose
From aquiline nose down to graceful toes --...

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The loveliest girl in the world's named Rose
From aquiline nose down to graceful toes -- 
   Yet poor Rose can't get a date
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Hot In Havana.
.
It was a sweltering hot sticky Havana summers
Velvet star-studded night
I was sat enjoying the scene
In a dance bar
As someone played the piano accordion
And...

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Sonnets LII-LX

The Endeavors of Lips
by Michael R. Burch

How sweet the endeavors of lips: to speak
of the heights of those pleasures which left us weak
in love’s...

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Under a tree I sat enjoying the beautiful day,                   a breeze in my hair, birds singing...

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My Love

Thought tells me you are no more fair
than sunlight seen through dappled leaves,
your walk bears no more startling grace
than fawns at play in morning...

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