Short Uncombed Poems

Forsaken Fields uncombed
stirring fright
in the shadowy night...

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Forsaken Fields uncombed
stirring fright
in the shadowy night 


Copyright McCuen...

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Orange, black, and white
Keep it pulled down tight.

Sits on my head with pride
Taking care of my uncombed hair
Ageing with daily wear
Threaded with the letters OSU
Eskimo Joe wears one too....

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Cut ups
Fancy muse
Uncombed hair
Ashes
Cigarettes
No money,
Less regrets.
Unpublished
Black coffee
Empty check.
Full lighter
Blank page
Red eyed,
Winter break.
Slow writer
True fighter
New direction
Found dimension
Never rest....

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The wind turned into a storm,

Very strong,

Trees and plants turned like a stick planted on mud,

In any angle to the command,

The palm leaves of palms trees too,

In the storm,

Looked like uncombed wet hairs of a woman after a bath!...

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Woken up uncombed
Felt a bit unclean
A shirt a bit unbuttoned
Looked a little green

Wanted to unwind
To feel a bit unchained
Ever want to have a night
Of being entertained?

Sensed I was unmasked
A shaking of the knees
Does this not describe for you
The feeling of unease?...

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November Song 

No suitor knocks on her door
her hair is white and uncombed 
children think she is witch.

Once she had been the belle of
the royal ball, spurned lovers
in her perfumed air.

Old age came creeping, first 
slowly than rapidly… and know
she is quite forgotten....

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There are women,
beautiful and flawless
like hourglass.
With smooth, shiny skin.

There are women
who look and move like goddesses.
Strong and stunning,
with sharp minds
and hypnotizing eyes.

I stand between them
in the shadow of
my wild, uncombed hair
and stare bashfully....

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My breath is rank,
My teeth jaundiced,
My hair uncombed.
My face sullen,
Voice like a crow
If I had a hall of mirrors
I could have a murder,
Thousands of raven black wings
My beak, our beaks
Thrashing.
My ugliness will define
The only trophy I will ever shine 
As I sit on the power lines,
Croaking out harsh messages
To the passerby....

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Those sleepless nights,
those black spots under her eyes.
Those uncombed hairs
those inner fights!
She is building on her own,
and trust me, removing each black cloud 
she will rise.

She will rise 
and they will stay stagnant by their filthy thoughts
that they tried to pour upon her
but she never cared.
Trust me, they will crave and she will not be melted by the lies.
They will crave for her
but like the Sun she will rise....

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Venus
A knowing look
we all can read
from love's unwritten book

helene
he found fortune and fame
with second wife,Helen

maya
clothed or naked
his portraits soon
to the inqisition led

primavera-symbol of spring-
beauty to make the flowers sing

scapigiliata
a lady with disshevelled hair
natural,uncombed,yet with flair

lisa
leonardo's lady with an enigmatic look

see my cartoon ekphrasis @famous-faces.blogspot.com...

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