Short Locks Poems
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Randy Hoards Brandy
Locks his stash secretly
Basement waterloggs
His animals go fuzz fuzz
Singing Glory to the keeper
Proud Flags of a Fool unfurled-
Fell upon Life's jagged rocks
I closed my Door unto the World,
But, alas! It has no locks!
in a tailspin
off-course in the clouds
brief glint signals a win -
unnoticed corridor,
the light in darkness
locks my lynchpin
A fox in socks
plays with a box
upon her head, she has gold locks.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.12/2005
Form:
So tanned and pert
Ebony locks cascade, flow
Beauty astride me
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-10.php
January twenty-fifth
silver locks idle talk with
age comes wisdom an old myth
a dance holding firmly fixed walker
1/18/2020
A girl who was poking around
Was surprised by what she just found
Among curly locks
A jack-in-the-box
Arose without making a sound
when its cold
am bold
my cloths or long
under to my bones
long socks
hair is in locks
i move slow like a goat
in my
LONG COAT
Old Lady Long Locks
Lived in a long box
But one rainy day
The box washed away
Now she lives in a barn full of lots
Of golden-brown hay
Old Lady Long Locks
Lived in a long box
But one rainy day
The box washed away
Now she lives in a barn full of lots
Of golden-brown hay
lovely golden locks
eyes of a deep ocean blue
love fills my soul
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Chris D.Aechtner's"Allterative haiku"contest.
there once was a beautiful girl
who didn't have one curl
she would trade all her socks
for those precious locks
which her fingers longed to twirl
kelly anne conway
one might ask why she has not yet gon'way
absurdly, her flowing Wagnerian locks
still titillate the aging yet juvenile jocks.
the hairdresser
cut my long silver strands—
locks of love
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Silver Strands Sponsored by: Susan Burch
The girl ate a box of red hots
Her dreads turn into red locks
She screamed out so loud
That she drew in a crowd
That covered twenty whole blocks
Different keys
One suit only
For one true lock.
Too many keys
Too many locks
One master key.
A ruin lock
Can be repaired
By locksmith.
Stand still
so I can paint you
capture your locks
your lovely energy
through the focused
point of a thin brush
scraping on void
canvas space.
Bricks and cement do not make walls for a prison
Only cruel minds and premeditation
Is it not murder?
Is it not fraud and theft that locks one in?
Chocolate is all that she wishes
She adores all that Swiss is
I brought her a box
But she quick changed the locks
Guess I’ll go sleep with the Mrs.
October, you are the final burst of life,
before winter’s sad and lonely gloom,
paints the trees and meadows white,
and locks us inside its frozen tomb…
If Narcissus had just been a female
she would not have been infamous at all
Admiring her locks in clear water
she might have been anyone’s daughter
cat and dogs fur coat
furniture after polished
a newborn's bare butt
luscious golden locks
soft-spoken words from lover
summer night cool breeze
We dream of a fling with a blonde
With red heads and brunettes we'd abscond
Yes--carried away!
But if her locks be gray
Our minds with hair dye can be conned
golfers yearn to get a hole in one
to get it is thrilling, full of fun
wear two pairs of socks
don't keep in toe locks
throw one after hole in one is done
I
Cannot
Breathe my
Throat is
Blocked it
Bears a
Chain that
Chokes and
Locks my
Lungs are
Flat my
Eyes are
Wide I
Cannot
Breathe I
Cannot
Die