Long Coif Poems

Men, do not give up your dreams for these girls, keep sleeping. 


My cousin had read this phrase to me in August, when my wife left me for a harvard graduate that moved in our...

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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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You want to know what annoyeth me? Let me count the ways!
I could weave a veritable tapestry of all my aggravations, mostly in 
light and deep crimson hues which signify the violence in my Heart.
Easily...

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I remember you holding me in your arms
Rocking me gently while singing lullabies

I remember when you lived a short walk away
Relatives were local and get-togethers were the norm
I remember your amazing purple mohair sweater
You knit...

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Ominous Foreboding Augurs...

Innocuously incubated kindled
imperceptible dire strait
restlessness like tinder
with pinterest Deutsche agitate
barreling like a freight
train running so much
faster than an eight
track uber twittering,

rumbling, quickening and inculcate
dissension among dissolute
rabble rousers, who
do obediently initiate
rank and file will...

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Eight inches of snow saw no hat on his head
an act of derring-do, my father said,
   He ascended the steps
   the eyes of the world upon him
   An orator...

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This wonderful family I toil beside
How do I love them, let me share with you.
Theresa, loves to shop, spending her money.
Noveta, a finder of bargins, she keeps her's.
Megan, a home of green and yellow, 
married...

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A Grinch’s Lament/with apologies


I remember the Christmas I first met the Grinch
his whining, his snarling, his poke, and his pinch

I never knew why - but I liked him right off
his yellowish teeth - his green...

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Others think my hair
      wild,            untamed, 
            ...

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In the twilight between waking and forever sleep
Her hand flies distractedly to the wild strands of gray 
As if to restore her perfect coif, or clutching a tissue 
Dabs delicately at her nose, oblivious to...

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Another season nears its end
 closing the doors on the dreams we played pretend
 in the days we hoped would never end;

a place where times are unchanged secure in their shells,
 endeared moments regained within...

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Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be


Oh Dear, what can the matter be
the mirrors all lie – they never flatter me

all they see is a much larger – fatter me
they should be charged with reflective...

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THE INDIAN'S LAMENTATION(OR A DEDICATION TO JOHN TRUDELL'S WORK)
We felt it,but we ignored
The wind as it blew: dry? Yes.Cold? 
Perish the thought!Still we felt it.
We saw it. In the coif of a bison's coat
Dancing in...

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Softly I reached 
to pull it
A pillow ,Too many ,I think


Your breathing somewhat challenged
Your throat definately
In a kink


Your set up
Was 
In a bad angle


Your coif
It was
Starting to mangle


As I grabbed onto
Pillow two,the culpret,
I thought best...

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In a passion of fashion, at the height's
of female pulchritude; try as she might,
Wobbling to walk on five inch stilletos;
All she got were awkward gawks from the fellows.

So not a cat but board walk by...

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Now what’s the matter with my hair?
It’s thinning  balding -–such despair
As  buddies jest  that I’m  ‘top gone’
With  strands flaking one by one.
The barber whips piles of spray net
Yet coif flops,...

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Little hairs in certain cases,
are expected that we might see.
Arms and legs are common places,
as well as hair upon our faces.
On top of head, if no traces,
accepting bald, is what you'll be.

Lots of time, as...

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She floats into a room and voices hush,
the silence at effulgence in her bloom,
as crimson rises to her cheeks in blush
to humble scarlet gardens and their plume.

The gown in velvet bides her every curve,
smooth bight...

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Hallowed Eve's, shuttering fright fest
Stealthy alias proffer lest
Ghoulish mavens chicanery manifest
Dupery, duplicity your mettle to test

Your makeup, clothes carefully screen
Bedeck your mask with orange and black sheen
Your collar coif, your black hair thoughtfully preen
Flowing cape...

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You're my Knight and I'm you're Lady
a medieval flash in time not maybe
your nobility conquers any quest
with armor and sword dressed

Remove all apparel you need it not
for you've won the battle you have fought
leave your...

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Thorn coif is embedded on your head,
and it thrusts to your head with its prongs,
spikes as nails tear your body –
God’s blood is flowing on humans’ sin.

Wales of lash tore your flesh,
you carried the Cross...

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