Long Bad hair day Poems

Anti Establishmentarian - hashtags himself as antithetical

The following poem crafted 
not quite thirty months ago,
when severe bad hair day
found yours truly self sequestered
toying with notion 
to coif, primp, and tease, his limp locks,
(whose hirsute trademark...

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There's something magical that happens when 
you are 10 years old, chasing butterflies, 
skipping stones, riding little pink bicycles
with streamers and white baskets on the handle 
bars with a big yellow sunflower on the front.

Roller...

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When fairy tales were in fashion, before true love was rare,
A prince wooed a maid who was flaxen and fair.
He came every day and patiently knelt
Before the dark tower wherein his love dwelt.
He'd call out,...

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Three mornings in a row on my walk who should I happen to meet…but a solitary rabbit…the same rabbit…sitting in the middle of the street.

The first two mornings I tiptoed by…not wanting his solitude to...

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Driving on a lonely road slowly going no where.
Thinking about all the good times that we use to share.
Listening to all our favorite songs on the radio.
I still can’t believe that u were the first...

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Got up this morning and took one look
At today’s page in my appointment book
Decided that with the rain pouring down
There was no way I could make it to town
So I called in sick to my...

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Who’s been wearing my house slippers,
I wanna know
Somebody’s been steaming up
my bathroom shower window

I wanna know
who’s been sleeping in my bed
Leaving on my pillow,
golden strands of their nappy head

Who done ate the rest of
my leftover...

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This is a verse, not a song,
Let's gaze on the face of Agamemnon,
For ten years, he had stayed away,
Finally, he arrived home one day,
Yes, away to Troy he'd roamed,
The warrior king made it home,
But, he...

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‘One has to grow hard but without ever losing tenderness.’

	I did not know that my hero was a sex god as well

	But he wrote The Motorcycle Diary without any Zen

‘Every day People straighten up the...

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DON''T CRY OVER A REPLY
             TO ALL YOU BORED BROADS
I consider myself a student of human nature
and 'tis all too  true
i wonder...

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Harsh words were uttered 
In mean spirited ways 
Her mother tried to reason 
But Susan wanted the stage
Her mind was all clouded
With hatred and outrage
As she let more words out, 
During her messy rampage
Then shattered...

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When you can’t wait to retire
and deem death your only true ally,
When children get on your nerves
and you rush through 
the family dinner to be left alone,
When a sermon tries your patience
and a speech makes...

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I stare in the mirror with fear on my face
So late for work my heart starts to race
I move the old brush, striving for perfection
As I gaze in horror at this shambling reflection
Each move of...

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They caught me in the library—
Reading the selected poems of,
Whoever.  When this day ends,
I feel as if someone lit a match
Inside my mouth.
When I walk down the aisles of books 
Warped with titles by...

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In tiny steps i climbed aloft
With chambermaid and pepper pot.
To see the Wizzle of the Snad
Make umphle of the ichybad.
'Tis oft the beast that burdens both 
The hunter and the Gruffalo,
For from its jaggy jagged...

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I play with sorrow hide-and-seek
For love will hide and I am weak,
And when I locate the pot of gold
I find the rainbow has been sold.

I explore the real life of this fairy tale
The gingerbread house...

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There’s a nadir of personal despair -
In feminine terms it’s - No hair, no flair! 

My hairy genes caused me lifelong distress,
I longed for a look I didn’t possess.

I daydreamed of golden locks as a...

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We should always be prepared for a just in 
case situation. You would say- just in case
for what? I will tell you - just in case for 
whatever.

Just in case you want to cry -...

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I woke up this morning and my hair was such a mess
Its grey roots are showing through - oh dear I must confess
This lovely shade of titian red it really isn’t mine
But when I get...

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O' boy; have you all heard the street gossip today 
Mrs. Pringle at No. 9 is having a bad hair day

Mr. Ellis at No. 4 had a shave, as cut his chin
Danny at No. 21...

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I love you like a four-year-old 
loves playing Hunt the Thimble: 
I want you like Inspector Gerard 
wants cuffs on Richard Kimble. 

As Mork has eyes for Mindy, I 
am crazy, too - no, loonier!...

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My eyes open
Am I alive?
Yes, I decide,
Peering in the mirror,
I just feel dead.
I stumble into the kitchen
Seeking my morning miracle
But coffee doesn't do its job.

Back in the bathroom,
Make-up is futile and
To add to my misery
It's...

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