Long Unshaved Poems

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes...

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Afosa Adagio
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He described her as mean
someone caring she demanded more
than she gave
someone that is only
politely spoken of in a gesturing
of description. The first AACT spoke of
her speaking to her lover who only spoken Italian.
Moments later...

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I walked through a different park this morning,                           ...

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There was a time when my dear aunt,feeling all alone,
Turned to the mail to fine a friend and so the seeds were sown,
Which brought about occurrences which shocked us and surprised;
For who'd a-thought he'd come...

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Paranoid And Voided

If I step outside my house I’m dead!
There are monsters under my bed
I cannot sleep due to the sheep
They count on my naivety
You know how sheep can be
Cold, calculating, killers to the core...

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Keys rattle,
door slowly closes ...
An echo of footsteps walk upstairs..

You can hear his bedroom door close,
a little bump as he sits on his bed,
then there is just nothing..

They think he is angry,
raging at the world,
anti...

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Bedraggled and grimy they hike from the tracks,
Fleeing the urban centers to the south.
Unsteady gaits and sun worn skin glow.
A young couple with a thin mutt,
Ramble towards a local store.
The lively grin of the underfed...

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Unshaved for weeks, he looks like a yeti
Beard hangs from his chin, like soft spaghetti
Runs to the jugnel, from life so petty
Obsessed with money and mom's spaghetti
He doesn't have nada he's so in debt he
Has...

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Listening to incoherent jabber from Charles Manson
Or a continuos loop of music by Hanson
A summer cold with a nose that's runny
Or Bob Saget trying to be funny
A hairball that makes you cough
Or a concert performance...

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You hoped there’d be another
but it’s another night alone
the empty vines of memories
is a wine you call your own

It’s the ritual in a cigarette
unshaved, unwashed
and couldn’t care less
a single seat
a solo time
the prediction of it’s...

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When I was small
My favorite color was blue
It was my first day
Of kindergarten
Proud to announce it
Only to realize 
That blue 
Was a "boy color"
The girls told me that
Just like their mothers
Told them the genders 
Corresponding...

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I have never laid eyes on him
And still I know every curve
Every edge of coastline of his body…
I know the way his hands feel
As they move joyfully
Over my breasts…
I know what it feels like
To dive...

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The sea beckons.
The air is heavy with heat,
the sun fries the streets
shrivels up trees
and I feel parched.
Tired I trudge towards the waterfront.
 
Still the sea beckons.
Sweat runs down my face,
wets my unshaved face,
dampens my collar,
as...

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When Dad Was Daddy,
Siblings,
By: Tom Wright
8/14/00

taking turns running to meet him,
after he passed the corner of our block.
Toting his lunch pail after his daily task.
A stoop, a hug, from his unshaved face,
was not all that...

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In walking mist between the sunshowers
A careless passerby stumbles
He stares awkwardly for a moment 
And then carries himself onwards, 
I could have known him but for his haste 
And was sure something familiar struck me...

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I saw him sitting on the street, 
With open arms and folded feet,
A beggar with a bowl,
He had on him a tattered jeans,
And matted locks that proved his means,
A poor and hungry soul;

I saw him...

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You can see him
an invisible man
Peter Daim
is his name
He is weathered and gray
An invisible man
but you can see him

An invisible man
No one accepts him
But everyone knows him
Poor, dirty and unshaved
Everything he owns
he has in a...

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Frilly lace and white petticoats,
Where did your young summers go?
Long ponytails and climbing trees,
My memories are all of these.

Now a woman stands, where once a child
Ran laughing, to me with open arms.
A woman stands, and...

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How Unkempt and awful I look when
I forget to shave for weeks
Often have I to put off shaving for months
Once I went unshaved for a year
Either under stress,
or workplace pressure
as a result,
 female colleagues
Avoid talking...

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What God See’s, Is Who I Am
Written: by Tom Wright
4/2/2018

Mornings capture the reflection of truth,
When at the mirrors image I quietly stare.
I acknowledge this is my fountain of youth,
Unshaved face, old scars and graying hair;

Our...

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The End.

Don't answer the door.
Or pick up the phone.
Never go out, opted out.
Do without.

Given up the fight.
Reached the end.
Switch off the light.

Cloths untidy, bed unmade.
Slouch around in dressing gown.
You gave a dressing down.

Why should I...

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The skyscraper building this is
Perseverance of sacrifice

Steps after steps, thousands steps the staircase have
Conscience of humanity
 
But immorality enjoys snatching righteous
In falling down gravitational power of ground have no steps

Don’t the index finger aim at...

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They roam the streets
In rags. The air about them
Reeks of unwashed and unshaved pits
With their unkempt hair
Only the bold would dare
Look them in the face
Market women keep their eyes
Peeled and alert
A broom or stick ready...

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Puzzled eyes they keep feeding,
A crowd bigger than a political rally breeding
A dozen times a friend's had assaulted a kid
By him lifted up for a welcoming kiss
And now his jaw he has of them rid,
Punctually...

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