Long Hairline Poems

“The Fallen”



Remote,
he sees himself 
in the reflection of cold close 
yet distant shop windows, 
his final journey along the 
Hard Time Road
walking alone, 
unforgiven, no home
for the rest of his natural life 
a million knives...

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(A Christmas vacation vignette)

Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged.

Later that evening, Lisa and I were at the ‘Elsie’ Rooftop Bar, in...

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RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
             mud of my anus, ink of...

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Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting,...

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Ongepatshket torqued skewed reflection

drawn courtesy lots of byte size chalk.

When e'er I summon fat chance
to empower me self with courage 
and steal a passing glance
in the mirror then instantaneously 
hairline fractures appear
than 'afore long 
snap,...

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From the error of my ways 
in the blink of one's eyes 
falling backwards I called out 
Oh God please save me
Inside the crunch mercy echoed 
as warm blood soaked the hands 
running through fingers...

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Isis staind 27+ years...

of scorpion stinging poison us marriage,
whereby the missus and I,
nevertheless experienced genesis as 
mama and papa respectively.

(jest kibitizing)

thus explaining why I 
(a beatle browed  
sixty five year young adult) 
joined blue...

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The telescreens hummed their endless drone, 
A symphony of truth alone, 
Dictated, printed, beamed so wide, 
Where independent thought had died. 
Newspeak choked the rebel tongue, 
And every sunrise sadly sung 
The praises of the...

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A  HAIRY  LAMENT

I've been bereft since you abandoned me
You provided comforting you see.
When I lay my head to sleep at night
I wish you were here with all my might.
Was so good to have...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised April 19th, 2023

IM pen named Pilot Jane A. Rug
who ascribes to writing poetry
as opportunistic, holistic, and cathartic
warming me body electric
courtesy an outsize 
warm brimful...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2024...

(Any resemblance between the following humorous account and real life circumstance tis purely coincidental).

Went off for hair raising shindig
donning noggin of villager...

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Thru a paroxysm of tears...

I inconsolably wept a river of sorrow
starkly aware alienated daughter(s)
implacable woe sundered fatherhood
yesterday, today and tomorrow.

A series of unfortunate events
(move over Lemony Snicket)
set in motion since my birth
unleashed impotent scrawny infant
registering...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2022...

Went off for hair raising shindig
donning noggin of villager in Nigg
(historic county of Ross-shire,
historic region of Ross
and Cromarty, northeast
coast of Scotland).

Somehow postiche...

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dear madam or sir
allow me a moment
for i have a rather pertinent question that has been bugging me like
crazy
for a long time
buzzing like a patch of black flies
at the edge of my hairline right at...

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It wasn’t because You didn’t have a car
It wasn’t because you weren’t a star
It wasn’t because you wasn’t a king but you were a Lion in my heart
Food for thought It was ya smile Ya...

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There’s one thing that bonds animal to man,
That unites the wild with the caged,
Those captivated within bondage and those roaming free; disengaged.
At a first wandering gaze or slinking inquisitive eye,
One may be misled in the...

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Edith had been suffering from shoulder pain
She'd developed a stoop and only her left shoulder would sag
When she went to see her doctor
He put all the blame on her weighty handbag

One afternoon she had time...

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(I have two sons- late arrivals after long years of waiting. My elder son left home for his studies relatively at a young age. My younger son was with us until he left for his...

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My dear brother Butch,

Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or dye trying"
When the interviewer said "I mustache you a question..."
I...

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*Image of Child Sad Suffering provided by Pixabay.

Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative

Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous...

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I am writing to you because I know you have a wish.
I have been thinking diligently about your wish. It is not
going to be easy but I think it can be done. First I am...

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As I age
the formerly wide chasm between ecstasy and despair
grows narrower,
deeper.

I had not thought this an attribute of maturation,
quite the contrary,
but perhaps an aging crevice,
a thinning fracture
between played-out manic bliss, over-extended harvest,
and depression
nondually faces two...

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To start with I part it and sweep each side back
Tucked over each ear is this guy’s hairstyle hack
Brynner and Willis and Johnson are cool
But I keep my hair on… I’m nobody’s fool

Bald suits some...

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He was a gambler
who had been knocked down by a sizeable margin,
not that his bank account would show low returns.
He was a wealthy man.
Quiet and calculative at the poker table.
Meek and mild in a crowd.
He...

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Well thank God they left. Nice local sports bar; I sat close to an elderly man, probably 80 years old, and a younger guy that was his son, as I gathered from their conversation. The...

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