Short Pubic Hair Poems
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Oh, how I remember that day at my school
I went to the bathroom and pulled out my tool
Then I noticed down there
Saw- (peach-fuzz)- pubic hair
I felt really big, really proud, really cool
Found my first grey pubic hair, got so excited
But others on the elevator were quite divided
One said that's life
Another gave this advice
Hair will still grow even when on autopilot
Got excited to find a grey pubic hair today
But not as excited as others in the elevator, I'd say
Some screamed in horror
Others fell on the floor
Guess I should have chosen another way
Aqua concrete,
With skinned knees,
And that Alderman
Fat and
Inconspicuus,
Until mother
Filmed him.
The water slide,
Slick and Fun,
but not after
I sprouted
Pubic hair.
And then,
in winter, the
frozen air
Tempted me
To fornicate
In that very
same place.
I pray for
An earthquake,
To shatter and
Dismantle this
Deception
You know that they are many
And you’re asking ‘if any?’
Those who could kill for Penny
For it search Nook and Cranny
You know that they are heady
And for lynching The Ready,
For every touched property
And The Thief of Puberty
And just there - Pubic Hair
Making The Theft Quite Unfair …
A Poverty of Ideas
By Man who Poverty fears!
Darkness is removed by the light of his skull
There becomes dawn on the ground
But what a terrible deception
In the treaty of stupid interests
Deep in the water, on the ground, in the sky-
Darkness of the pubic hair
Swallows the golden stream of the sun
Snarling of time is added.
Still-
To light a lamp rubbing some darkness
The strong desire for awakens
In the simple skull of the dissociated Sirius.
Nudes were outlandish and unique in Goya’s time
A harlot asked to paint her nude with pubic hair
On criticism, he refused to paint without clothes sublime
Instead painted another one with fair clothes
Clothes make the man, especially woman with care.
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August 7, 2014
Dr.Ram Mehta
Ninth Place win
Form: Ekphrasis
**Inspired by the two paintings - the nude woman and clothed woman
of Francisco Goya**.
A flower-child appeared
a poppy on her dress
Personifying naivete
her tangled locks a mess
‘Round mid-Manhattan traffic
she spun and twirled her way
Barefoot joy and ecstasy
bravely on display
One of NYC’s finest
approached her cautiously
Lucky for her, he did not see
her feet weren’t all that were bare
And anyway, which city ordinance covers
red-white-and-blue-painted pubic hair