Short Hairline Poems

grains of dew
forming a softening glaze
falling tediously
from your hairline
freshly stocked 
unabashed stare of longing...

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Less than flattering waistline
    mocks ever-thinning hairline

  Disappearing gray matter
    makes head look even fatter...

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Hairline trigger is how I’d describe my mind.
My thoughts are slippery and reek of formaldehyde.
very neat, very clean.
dangerous....

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Physicist Albert Einstein
Redesigned his hairline
He enjoyed the notoriety
Having theorized “Relativity”

© November 14, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen...

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Her hand in my hair and
our bodies now
slowly drifting apart,
while Chet Baker plays,

she says:

We love like the dust
and the hairline
cracks
in old mirrors....

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What do you call a bunch of rabbits hopping backward
“A receding hairline” wow, that's quite hazardous
Did you guys get it
You see... oh forget it
Guess you were hoping for something more serious...

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Where did Noah keep his bees? In the Ark-hives
Groaning from my hairline down to my manly thighs
Got an offer from Hollywood
To star in a film bout manhood
They were astounded by my jumbo and sexy eyes...

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If you men are at an age when your hairline is receding
Do you know what a parade of rabbits hopping backward means
Here's how it's defined
Yup, a “receding hairline”
Wasn't that a clever one, laughed so hard I soiled my jeans...

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We are all a bit broken inside 
Some only have hairline fractures
While others are completely shattered 

Maybe the more broken you are is a blessing 
Because when you put the pieces back together
The beauty in your rebuilt mosaic design will eternally shine...

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half smile starts to slip
     hairline cracks around the lips
pick up the pace down
     five flights she
hits the crash bar
stinging wind whips aside
     all that remains

the startling cruelty of
unfinished
blurs
his gentle pale eyes in her rear view...

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A camping vacation the only kind
The trip with grandsons would be mighty fine
Standing in rush and Spanish Moss
Pictures to remember embossed
Scratching redbugs from hilt to my hairline  

Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's Vacation Contest
Not an entry...

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His shadow moves in corners dark
His calling card, a well-known mark.
A trail of death, despair and want.
His arrogance, a daily taunt.

A hairline opening he found.
Slithering through without a sound.
Now the demon walks the earth.
Giving misery new birth.

Beware the place where darkness lives.
He seeks new life to join with his....

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He hates the sessions
The therapist
Desperately trying
To have him conform
To the accepted
Societal mold
Yet
He chose his path
A long time ago
Now
They deem him 
Broken
Yet
Time and again
He has to bend over
Betray logic
To accommodate 
Now
The result is an
Hairline crack
He can feel 
The pressure
Building up


(Ackmi Luis 2016)...

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There will come a cast iron rain
in brown paper sackfuls
carried by frail, dark men
who never share your eye.

And when that day comes,
the skies will tremble,
smiling into hairline cracks
at the seams, awaiting
the drum of an enormous
wooden spoon, old
as Grandfather Mountain
and nimble as time
leaping like a cut-glass trout
in your still, hazel stream....

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When I am so weary
of this world
and
     cynicism
         speaks through my
             eyes,
when desert summer
     sun cannot
         penetrate 
             this uninvited temperament    
and fear brushes
     my cheek on
         my way out
             the door,
I find
     yours 
to be 
the
only
     words
that crack 
     this
     weathered bark...

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An imaged stone
With hidden flaws
Hairline cracks
O crackerjack
Dimly lit monument
In its place
Ceraceously covered
Comfortable til proved
Masked til moved
Into the sunlight
In the round
Tried by fire
The heat of day
Melts away
The priceless statue
Subjectively devoid
Alone freestanding
To weather rains
Fears and pains
Exposing imperfections

Inspired by John Hagee 1994...

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here on earth
i pray for all
in space
i have amnesia
the rainbow has golden strings
the sun has a surprisingly cool center
the moon has a warm, comforting glow
i am happy lying to myself

here at home
i play for all
rat race
i have amnesia
my voice painstakingly sings
my throat has a crockery laced splinter
the boos, yay, they steal the show
i get so excited when denying myself...

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Took Turn or Found a Twist

Maybe my poems might be a mind game
And God forbid who should get the blame
Was it you who mine you were reading
Or all of my hair that is now receding.

A hairline fracture has been on my head
Which caused me to wish I were dead
Now my forehead will brightly shine
And I can recline reading your valentine.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC...

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Written by Gail DeBole

My laughing paintbrush
Amuses the canvas with
Many mornings and tickles
Two half-polished pumpkins.

Cobwebs of cornstalk
Casually poise on the
Pumpkins and branch into
The air like pick-up sticks.

A stroke of orange
Pumpkin gets
Lost on my cheek.
The camouflaged children 
Have come and gone.

Two pumpkins helplessly smile
On the itchy rug.
The third is in the oven...

Becoming more like the 
Hairline of a balding man
The longer it bakes....

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My brush caught the clasp on your strand of pearls   
for one frozen moment I saw them arc                 
dropping down the open drain one by one              
 
But the clasp held and I recalled that pearls are knotted 
each by each, carefully slid down the strand by hand      
Unless the whole necklace is lost, each pearl is safe      
 
I thought of you and the nape of your neck
bowed, elegant, your hand pulling up strands 
escaping your long and graceful hairline....

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Hairline cracks of doubt
slow mark the corners
of mind’s vision,
alter the illusion
of yesterdays
filtering into today’s.
Soft gray film taints
the sunshine halos,
hardens the smiles,
narrows the eyes
as we squint
into an abyss
of angst.
The shadows overlap,
blend into complex
inequities of truth
tinged by time,
of lies mocking
the truth,
piercing the solitude
of age
with the dagger
of youth,
clouding the beauty
of tarnished reflections.


John G. Lawless
©3/21/2018...

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