Amara
Shave her hair and trim her nails,
Because the winds are against her!
And like Amara on the love of my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fraser
Shave his hair and trim his nails,
For i am in the winter garden in search of my lover;
And Fraser came in to guide me on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Grinda
Shave your hair and trim your nails,
For the south wind blew softly on my nakedness;
And like Grinda in the land of business.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bharata kahara
India that is bharat kahara
we the people of india karuchhe
kama kaha pain
kie kahaku kana dele
paila kana kie kahathu.
aryabarta bharata rahila kauthi
khojibaku jai pherichhi ki kie
amara sahamti amara sanhati
amara bhasa amara sahitya sanskruti
amathu kie neuchhi chhadai.
ame samajbadi ame sarbabhouma
eita nuhen ki bhrama
bharatara sadharana lokatie
paichhi kebe byaktira sammana
achhi ki chintare chetanare biswasare dharma.
kuade gala samajika arthanaitika
rajanaitika au au jete jete nyaya
amara bana giri lata nadi hrada samudra
pasu pashki sampada kuade gala kuha.
kebe heba ame au bharatiya
kebe heba ame au amara.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Summer Winds
Summer winds and the muse of love,
Give ear to my muse before you err!
For, life is not as easy as you think.
Summer winds and the muse of love,
Nature knows its own calculations!
And like a shared sense of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ode to Baldness
Heads that shine are “oh so fine”
And mostly trouble free
No hair to fly when wind is high
They’re always slick and neat
No hairspray or Brylcreem to buy
No brushes or pocket combs
And many ladies, I’ve heard it said,
Are fond of the old chrome dome
That must be why so many these days
Full heads of hair will shave
But, you can’t shave hair that isn’t there
I got mine the natural way
Now, you men of poetic métier
Whose hair has taken leave
Just write a verse if you’d care to link
With the bald headed poets’ league
Copyright C R Clark-3/2/2008
poem by C.R. Clark
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Va Va Voom
Some men have shaven their heads full of hair.
To keep some thinking it's a style to shave them.
But thinning hair attracts some folks to stare.
And vanity is mainly known for women,
Who groom!
With nails they manicure and shoes that shine.
Colognes expensive are picked for the scents sent!
High maintenance is now the bottom line,
For men groomed.
To be swooned.
Some men have shaven their heads full of hair.
Va va voom.
To keep some thinking it's a style to shave them.
But thinning hair attracts some folks to stare.
Va va voom.
And vanity is mainly known for women,
Who groom!
With intent to be swooned.
Ooooohhh...
Va va voom.
Groom to swoon.
Both...
Groom to swoon.
Va va voom.
Groom to swoon.
Both...
Groom to swoon.
Some men have shaven their heads full of hair.
To keep some thinking it's a style to shave them.
But thinning hair attracts some folks to stare.
And vanity is mainly known for women,
Who groom!
Although there are high maintenanced men there too...
Seeking to be swooned!
Oh? Oh? Oh? Ooooohhh...
Va va voom.
Groom to swoon.
Both...
Groom to swoon.
Va va voom.
Groom to swoon.
Both...
Groom to swoon.
Va va voom.
Groom to swoon.
Both...
Groom to swoon.
Va va voom.
Groom to swoon.
Both...
Groom to swoon.
Va va voom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mess Of A Man
Meet a man,
A man named Harry,
He's in need of a shave,
And it's quite scary,
He's got hair on his chest,
Hair on his back,
Hair on his ass,
And hair in his crack,
He leaves hair on the soap,
Hair on the floor,
Hair every place,
Including the store,
Harry, dear Harry,
Do something, please,
Your hair retains odor,
And you reek of cheese!
Look at your cat,
What will you do?
Your cat's hairballs,
They're the hairs from you!
No hope, it seems,
For your hairiness,
It'll just regrow,
So live in your mess.
poem by Maddy Jones
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Basically, they had asked me if I would shave my head or wear a bald cap. I said look, if you are doing a series for five years I would want to shave my hair because I would go bald with all the gum and glue from the bald cap.
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Unscathed
The spirit of love,
The spirit of safety,
And like a lady's charm in the land of your muse!
But unscathed were the winds around you.
Conduits,
Countries,
Touches;
With the global balance3 on the muse of your love,
But a term of respect is now needed on this muse!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Muse Is Free
I swim in the glimmers on the rivers muse
There I muse of love and love muse of me
In muse is ecstasy
my muse is free.
I lay by the brook, the muse's brook
And thirsty, I get up, to get a little drink
When I look, I see, I think
A beautiful Muse and my heart is shook
I dwell in a soul, a soulful muse
And to its harmony my soul withdrew
To the trumpets of muse the song of blue
My soul a muse, I always knew
I smell the odor, of muse's incense
In its torpor my body sleeps in my soul
And I smoke the smoke of muse intense
I laugh at myself amusingly droll
With my muse's nymphs we love in Hellas
Naked and free in the republic
Of beauty and art of love's Bellas
We love to we're entirely love sick.
My muse is free from the Devil's temptation
My Muse is free from God's judgment
My Muse is my only wordly nation
My Muse is a dream, I live, I lament
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Dear Pedant
You thought I’d:
bleach
my teeth
paint
my nails
fix
my hair
prance
in heels
cook
large meals
f**k
each night
love
old friends
make
new plans –
instead I:
doubt
new plans
scorn
old friends
run
each night
miss
all meals
fall
in heels
tear
out hair
bite
plain nails
clench
back teeth
In The Arabah
From her flow of blood,
Her monthly period;
Check the spot,
A female child;
But, don't shave your heads for the dead!
For, i am here with my muse.
Remember! Never forget;
With the edge of the sword,
For, i am here with my love.
Fins and scales,
Examine them;
And like a special treasure for all the girls!
But, i am here with my muse.
Of all that have both fins and scales,
Don't eat abominable things! !
And like a special treasure for all the women.
Men for war,
Women sfor slave,
Children for death!
And like a special treasure for all the men;
But i am here with my love.
A pleasing aroma,
In the Arabah;
But the meat is on the wood with fire around it!
And like the two kidneys,
But, seasoned with salt.
Springs of water,
The fat of the bull! !
Listen to the sound of the singers;
For, the horses hooves pounded.
Of your own flesh and blood,
But to rob all who passed by;
And like a special treasure for all the ladies! !
But, i am here with my muse.
The way of the earthly things,
The way of the heavenly things,
I am now very old and advanced in age;
But i am here with my love.
The accent,
The coercive power!
And like the allotment of a tribe;
But, in the Arabah with the muse of my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Haircut
I have wooly, wavy, woozy silvery hair
Cut just 20% you earn your fare
In bad trim down
Make sure I won't look like a clown.
With white cover she cuts away,
Her scissors, snip, snip night and day.
In mirror see my hair disappear
Trimmed nicely above each ear.
Finally touched my hair—few curls,
The more she accommodates I would adore.
Finish look seems more like 30% gone,
Hair wetted, scalped, I mirror no fun.
Next time another barber or good cutter
Better not scalp me" I sadly angry mutter
For well-kept hair on head?
I'd rather make more love in bed.
poem by Arthur Weil
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Three Lowly Nails
Three lowly nails,
Changed the world for you and me
Three lowly nails,
Were used to attach Jesus to a tree
Three lowly nails,
In each hand and through His feet
Three lowly nails,
Set His people free
Three lowly nails,
Gave us a King for eternity
poem by David Kush
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Predetermined
Predetermined, determined, reed, trim, team, term, Peter, deer, mine, print;
And like the domino effect in the Arabic lands!
But the road ahead of every unity needs peace.
Predetermined, mind, it, did, prime, dime, dim, tent, lime, line, dine, time;
And like your love in the land of your muse!
But on the sea of love is your ship waiting for others.
Predetermined, tin, pin, net, ten, in, miner, pit, perm, rented, ream, enter;
And like the ways of mankind!
But in the land of your muse is your joy so noted by all.
Predetermined, edited, diner, me, rented, edit, mined, remind, deed, printer;
And like the lovely ways of your mind!
But the joy of this muse is like the romance of your sweet love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Am Free, I Tell You So...
your hair is in disarray
nails are dirty
and just like your feelings
all those little things
that hang on your body
are in chaos,
i look at you and you stare at me
and i look back and you laugh
triumphant perhaps in what you are finally
from an ordered past to a
present pandemonium you come to me and
shout at me that you are free,
i wonder, is freedom actually chaos?
i am free too,
i have worked my freedom and earned it
i comb my hair
i trim my fingernails
i wash my body
i filter my thoughts
i put things in their
proper order
i exercise propriety
i choose my words,
i plan my day
i only buy what i need for the day
i write my diary
i decide what book to read
i weigh things
i throw away what destroys me
i don't put myself to danger
i protect myself
i defend what is right
i speak the truth
and i will tell you too,
' i am free! '
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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when the muse calls... for O. Ray who knows and understands and for Kay
when the muse calls
cut your hair
get the bleach
assume another identity
start smoking if you don't
quit if you do
drink so you don't hear her
when the muse calls
get a change of address kit
get an unlisted number
find a girl who will break your heart
mutter and ramble to yourself
while walking the streets
when the muse calls
read Zane Gray novels
listen to talk radio
watch CNN
hit your hand with a hammer
fall down stairs
DO IT DO IT NOW! !
because
if you don't
you will think of her
waves of hair
her smile
her eyes
and her laughter
you will want to write beautiful poems
you will want to get to know her
you will want to be in love
you will want to smile
and
you will smile
the smile of the damned
then you will truly be alone
and the loneliness will be to much to bear
and you will be like Samson
who'd lost his hair
blind and crying
and you will pull the temples down
over yourself.
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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Poem about Poetry - The Birth
a inspiration, a holy infusion of the muse
then a tabulation, multiplication on so many levels
the cells, the legs, the eyes, the nails, the hair all
turning up at the right places, a range of musical notes
so that they could be worked into a fine art of creation
when all is well conceived, there comes sweeping over
the valley of thoughts, an angel cueing to all to take on
to their feet on a journey to the land of humanity, a contraction
to give the world another divine work, either to fall in love
with or to frown upon
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Emell
This muse of love is like how to write a song,
This muse of care is like how to write a poem,
This muse of peace is like how to write a stroy,
This muse of joy is like how to write a book,
But, i am now delivered with the muse of your love!
Because, i now live in the land of your muse and,
You are called Emell.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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God does not ask to withstand more than is possible.