Short Mohawk Poems

Hey! I gave the sand pile a mohawk!
I smile at age four...

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nature languishes
	life exhales a solemn sigh ~
		tomorrow will come 

(December Full Moon – Mohawk)...

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Christmas cold nocturne
	brightness lights the noiseless night ~
		restless reindeer rise

(December Cold Moon – Mohawk)
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In India, Trump had a scare
The Coronavirus was there!
Not one to tempt fate
Trump cancelled a date
He had to look after his hair!...

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Forbidden colors
Shimmering light
A cup of morning
A spool of night
Whispering through
This Mohawk wind and 
Sharing this cup of light, again...

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Young Mohawk women
At the river’s edge, 
Gently washing
The Warrior’s clothes
Beating skin hides
Against the smooth rocks,
At the river’s edge 
In cadence beneath
The ancient sun...

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Rainbow hair is in the teens say,
A Mohawk please, I told Miss Bee.
That would truly make my day
My mother heard these words you see.
Conservative cut is staying,
A smart choice, as she is paying....

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It’s National Hair Day - raise a comb!
Shake your tresses - write a poem!
Whether blonde, brunette or red,
Let’s celebrate what’s on your head.

Curly, wavy, frizzy, straight,
Pigtails or a single plait,
Buzz cut, Mohawk, updo, ‘fro,
Messy or arranged just so.

How we look, what gives us flair 
Depends, in part, upon our hair.
No matter what your style is called 
It’s yours to flaunt - unless you’re bald!...

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Markita wore the most stunning head wear to church
No one could see from behind her, unless they sat on a perch.
Pretty soon others were wearing competing oversized hats.
They were puffy and sticky, none of them was ever flat.

The minister had to finally make a plea to his congregation.
They all looked at Markita because of her known reputation.
Markita decided to shave her head and forgo the hats that day.
Other women followed suit, even a mohawk,  for she led the way....

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