Short Long Haired Poems
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My long haired cat
skinny but looks fat
does not like rats
she plays on her mat
swats at gnats
and loves to be pat
A lazy long-haired packer in a shop,
Lent against a wall to have a quiet stop,
He felt a scraping on his crown
Waking from his nap upside down,
Someone was using his head as a mop.
You must tell what I am when I tell you what I am not!
The area where a red giant swims? That I am not!
The funny fish with the head of a horse? That I am not!
The University with long haired students? That I am not!
It’s Butchering Time
By
Tom Wright
I once watched a long-haired goat,
In a race for its life with a shoat
The goat stuck out his chin,
And by whiskers did it win,
And then had the audacity to gloat.
Abigail Kirk lived in outback town Burke,
A hotel receptionist, she had a slight quirk,
Her rather long ponytail stretched to the floor,
After a few years it had grown much more,
She sold it to ten bald men and retired from work.
Capricious, a long haired
Classical girl, long legs
Casually looks, eye
Contact, fiery young man,
Clearly hormones aflame,
Confidently walks with rose
Converse, fait accompli!
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2020/10/02
Hot long haired boys
Skating around town
Being the cool kids
Short haired boys
Walking around school
Always the cool kids
Young, dumb, and popular
All the cute guys
None that I could never get
Skating around town
Smoking joints and cigarettes
Acting like they are the cool kids
Form:
long haired blue eyed doll
in a shop window displayed
the child yearned for it
the mother noticed
her face showed melancholy
not enough money
the big doll stays put
she took her sad child by hand
looking back crying
at home she daydreamed
the mother baked her a cake
the girl smiled and ate
The first glimmers of morning
are reflected on the lake in Jaipur.
Temple dancers — devadasi —
in a tangle of hands and long-haired shadows
welcome the new day like cobras.
While women on the shore (blow after blow)
are pounding their laundry —
they want to punish life.
Life, which is neither bad nor good,
just flows like water.
I had never seen such a pretty bathroom.
Sculpted flowers on the wall were oversized.
Light dainty touches were found in every corner.
Scented exotic toilet paper had a lemon fragrence.
The air smelled like cinnamon, and I could breathe in here.
I stayed as long as I could.
My aunt's long-haired cats could not get in
And I am allergic to cats.
This is an unusual write for me
'cause the title came first.
We shall see where it goes.
Blows
is a loaded word ifya think on it.
Having thought some
it goes
that without blows
there'd be no
us
or them
or me or you blowing whatever clarity
we can get, whether through charity
hilarity
or long-haired hippy freak bed-ins
to realize the thing we've named
purpose.
Water born maid
Sensuous siren is she
Torso of woman
Tail from the sea
Scaled shape
Naked to the waist
Long haired siren
Men long to taste
Mythical babes
Enchantment of men
Lured to love
In her forbidden den
Are they Atlante-an beings
From a forgotten past
Or a species outright
Or an evolution past
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/myth.php
Star was a Cali
Dusty and long haired
Mature when we met
You could say that she’d ‘been there’
This was her third home
Each one a full lifetime
Why any would give her up
Is crazy in my mind
She was stubborn, haughty
And chock full of ‘tude
But oh so lovable
When in the right mood
The old lady’s now gone
There were no sad tears
She brightened our world
For 28 years
The laundry needed changing
Impossible in the house I was trapped
Long-haired pot-smokin' hippies
Cluttered the hallways, impeding my progress
Laughing and blocking my movements
Arms full of clothes
The way I saw it, I had to get out
Rushing the streets I sought refuge at the
Laundromat way down the street
Finally free I finished my laundry chores
Content I had shaken evil influences
Leaving the window open
Letting fresh air in
A long-haired rocker-looking dude,
In black from head to toe,
Sat near me in the terminal
With several friends in tow.
His t-shirt showed off all his ink,
I couldn't help but see;
A picture of a pistol sure
Intimidated me.
He might have been the sweetest guy
And gentle as a lamb
But his tattoo was shouting out,
"You bother me - and bam!"
We show the world a side of us
So people will take note,
Though rarely think we'll pop up
In a poem somebody wrote.
In a forest clearing
Floats a long haired girl
Flame red dress
In this misty world
At her fingertips
A fairy so white
In this misty clearing
Shining so bright
A small deer
Walks with her
As if to turn
To confirm she's there
In the morning i wake
From my slumbering sleep
I open my tent
As if to seek
Will i see, a long haired girl
Floating along, wearing a flame red dress
Or was i in another world
I can only guess
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life2.php
as brave strong smart
kind long-haired
comfortable unhappy creative
warm encouraging inspiring
memorable
who writes with abandon
lives with abandon
and no plans
late is on time and schedules -- ha!
the nerve of suggesting I'm
the one who is crazy
call me every letter of the alphabet
I'll give you a word for each
one and count the freckles
like stars
on children's faces
and wish each
one were my
child freckle alphabet
soupy sky with clouds and
it's raining hard today.