Short Balding Poems

round peach balding head
following Buddha in orange
leading others charm...

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He wants to look hot and "spicey"
But hair "rugs" are much too pricey
So he's getting some plugs today
Cuz he just doesn't want toupee'...

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Cave man writes poems
Six foot six under three hundred
Bearded and balding
No training high school English
I’m having fun none-the-less...

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Disillusion: Uncaged, balding dogs :
staring, grinning, careening, 
through broken windows moment by moment.

     Copyright McCuen 2008...

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Will Shakespeare got some writers starting
He didn’t write odes about farting
His talent was rare
And so was his hair
He had an incredible parting...

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She was pretty. Her long hair was yeller.
He was ugly… a balding old feller
He slurred, "ma handle be Luke,"
She gagged and started to puke,
‘till she saw the gold stashed in his cellar!...

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O Lover mine,

Mind of mind,

From times of mine,

Our Autumn days,

Sixty shades,

Of senile grey,

Your balding ways,

A tonsure's fine,

From times of mine,

O Lover mine..........

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Touch Not…

Love was blooming, wedding.
 “Touch not my hair,” said the groom.
‘Twas said because he was balding.
Toupee flew off in wind… Zoom!

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 18, 2010

Poetic form: Chastushka...

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Colin Mochrie asks “Who's Line Is It Anyway?” a real unknown
A very funny balding fellow with a bright shiny dome
With Ryan and Wayne Brady
Greg, Brad and Drew Carey
This most popular fun show has never been dethroned...

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I am not that beautiful girl,
I am not.
I am not anything,
not really.
I am static.
I am a middle aged man,
fat bellied,
balding,
most likely divorced.
No one notices me,
Because I'm not there.
I am not.
I will never be,
I will never
be there,
that beauty....

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I've slain the giant bunny
with its bones, I'll build my bed
with its soft brown fur, 
I'll make a hat to warm
my giant balding head
I'll fry its legs and liver
I'll spread its heart on toast
and with its brains, I'll make a soup  
that's the part I like the most
...

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*spot poetry written in 15 minutes or less about any random subject


 I am the hair on a balding man's head
 not lying down but standing instead
 Choosing to fight the battle alone
 escaping the scissors, evading the comb
 Keeping the faith down through the years
 dodging the blade of the old barber's shears...

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Short spiritual literary haiku


Slow mind balding back oneself
God holds my hand for years trying to liberate me from oneself
Take by my beauty man lie of my father and grandfather
Waking from ashes is my lust for deadstock make more angle guide my slumber 
Cucw wake me from Blix let me see my wake 
Ra the sun my father race me as a farrow of love....

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The nods pass from one balding head
to another, round the polished
oak table until it stops
with the head fringed with hair of white.
The collective pauses
while the somber man,
with heavy head,
rearranges the piles of paper.
Eyes catch on the grain 
of the glowing wood.
His tired neck pulls his head
to meet the gaze of those others.
He clears his throat
to speak…...

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BABY BOOM BAM

balding oaks — tires blend Autumn leaves crisp notes.
the full foliage of pines spritz the lane in Christmas furs.
picture perfect stroll, auto snapshot arranged in year’s portfolio.
baby boom bam — colors come alive — cheerful scene
no longer rests in New England...baby’s born in the South too.

11/24/2019

*Movie: “Baby Boom” regaled the beauty of Autumn...

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Each morning birds chatter and wake me from sleep
In avian society talk is cheep
**
A balding sheep who writes poems in the farmyard
Has written a sonnet and signed it, ‘The Baaahd’
**
The police came along and I’m locked up with felons
But I only admired the grocer girl’s melons
**
My Gran says respect the elderly or we all suffer
The thing is, she’s batty, the geriatric, old duffer...

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Sipping formaldehyde with medical hype
A lab coat cloaked sterile destiny
Balding with bare hands to compute
Imprinting watery vitality to a blue tooth
Chip sensor, genetic desire plunges
Closeted towards strapped hardwired control
Engineers veer deaths machination icons
As chirping screens bleat out information barriers
To pass through fat nurses and white hallways
The delayed security of death...

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He said he loved of the Mickey,
as he pointed at my friend's faded T-shirt
The native Cantonese man purred,
and said it was his favorite exotic cuisine
Belly, tail and ears
were a most finger licking thing
An acquired taste,
not recommended for the squeamish
The smiling man with the balding hair,
said he squeals with delight
when he takes the first bite
of his favorite American Disney fare...

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Behind these balding brown hills
the blazing sun 
lies low.

soon, soon.....a rush of evening wind
shall sweep the vast dark night again
and a thousand stars
shall bart their eyes at the grim shadows.

pls come out tonite.
listen to the nightingale sing 
her immortal verses.
hear my heart tremble
beneath the moon`s pale light.

pls come out tonite.
......tonite.
......tonite.
......tonite....

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I want you to need me,
when the night is cold and quiet,
when deep blue darkness leaves its kisses
upon the hill`s balding head.

I want you to feel me,
when ecstasy is in the air,
when a waft of caressing evening breeze
sings a chorus at the swaying window blinds.

In your arms, so fragrant of sandal, 
i want my love hidden,
i want my desire written,
when the pinning stars play mischief
upon the damn cold night....

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‘I luv my little puggy.’
I’d often would I say.
‘Luvvy luvvy puggy-
Forever and a day.’

‘I luv him til my armpits-
I luv him til my nose,
I luv him til my balding hair
Should fall between my toes.’

 I watch him sit and little beg,
Awaggie tail and bark.
‘Gud boy,’ said I with booty seg,
Then kicked him for a lark.

I luv my little puggy,
But now he’s underground.
Luvvy luvvy puggy
He barks but has no sound....

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Listen to poem:

The Tie Dye Grave
David J  Walker

A gray ponytail from
A balding head 
Vintage love beads and 
A waterbed
A Garrard turntable and a 
Marantz Amp 
Pioneer speakers and a
Roach clip clamp
Some far-out sneakers
And a Lava lamp
Jimi Hendrix in a purple haze
Moody Blues from 
Future past days
McCartney & Lennon in the
Beatles craze
The old grey hippie will his
Souvenirs save and
Take the 60’s to a 
Tie dye grave...

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My heart is breaking
My hands are shaking
My legs are getting weaker
My eyes are crying
My lips are quivering
My soul is drowning
My mind is wondering
My ears are ringing
My nose still running
My hair is balding
My skin is wrinkle
My bones are brittle
My joints are aching
My chin hair growing
My weight I still am gaining
My butt has hemorrhoids
My cream no longer works
In other words


"WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THIS!!!!"...

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My best friend is medium height,
With dark hair yet balding.
Hazel eyes with hands that calm me.
So graceful he speaks with words of wisdom.
His voice enchanting he soothes my nerves.
My best friend, he knows me
My smile, my jabber.
He makes no haste.
For I am not witty.
When hes not around he is still with me.
My best friend is all mine.
There is no love like his.
Positively no other.
I also like to call him...
Husband and lover....

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platypus features 
      greasepaint pallor weirdo clown
              red nose big honker 
        outlandish shoes flail around 
         crazy hairdo balding crown 

               eyes evoke pathos
    whitewashed face a haunting frown 
               empty seats again 
          last show in his frilly gown 
         tattered circus closing down


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