Short Black Haired Poems

He is my white knight in shining armor and my own black haired prince.
He was found to be reviving my love for him from ever since
We had to learn how to love each other so much again....

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A black-haired dirty thinker
your words invade my head;
where lust and thirst become me
and love will see me dead.

Your body build a sailing ship.
Your keel at my back.
Your nods upon the ocean-
my death from your attack.

A bum to form a segment.
A fruit as firm as day.
A touch to stun the surface.
A helm to clear the way....

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Gracious Sally; my black haired Sally.
You've dawned a bright red cap.
My chicken balls; my coffee please.
A fortune before my nap.
You've tinged your bell; the coffees ready.
The customers turn their heads.
It's you I see; you waiting free!
with chicken balls in their breads.
And when at cash you call for me
and nod a tray you pass.
That after money and after thanks
your smile comes with a laugh....

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The sleek train sped onward.
Its path blurred by its pace.
Sights flicker ands strobe through 
glass apertures
to quickly for eye or mind to 
discern content.

The iron horse hissed white noise
toned florescent light;
bowels full of black haired beauties
black suites businessmen
rumbling.

Calm and an outward serenity masks
an inward hunger for success
on the velvet lined bullet to Tokyo....

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Our neighbor’s long black haired cat
killed all five baby birds in nest
nestled in evergreen tree in front of house,
the wife and I decorate for Christmas each year.

The animal kingdom is cruel.
Only the strong survive, though in this case.
The well fed house cat allowed to roam outside
with nothing but time on its hands to cause mischief .
Like when I was a kid, out all day shoplifting,
just for the hell of it....

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A girl approached me in the street
After bedtime, on my way home
After closing time; still on my way home
She asked if I had something to drink
She said I could do anything I wanted; to her
I let her walk on by; all alone
Tall, black-haired and sad

On my way home
I thought about 
What would have happened
If she had swapped
Those two sentences
If she had said I could do anything i wanted; first
Then she would have been
Tall, dark-haired and thirsty...

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Beautiful, busty black haired gypsy girls
looking at me
like they want to steal my heart
and keep the money they find in my back pocket
Those beautiful gypsy girls
rolling through my town
showing leg and drinking champagne
for no reason what so ever
and the one thousand year old grandmother
with five hundred granddaughters
and they all are looking at me
all those eyes pointed at me
and my heart skips beats,
each one take my heart
and a penny from my pocket....

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.

                  PLOPPED

                      yep
              'pon this earth
                      mine
                   dropped

              center the fine
                     blond
                   brunette
          black haired feminine

                 DROPPED

                     yup
                 news that
               I could have
                     but
                     one




* fem-i-(nine #9)...
* Sunday's testimonial  ;)...

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