Short Henna Poems

She is one of hens
Henna is good for all birds
but, henbane is not...

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red rose in hand, with
heart designed in peach henna
she walks in her sleep


16 July 2021...

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Fogged over mirror starts to stream 
Sweet whiffs of Henna dance on steam



By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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Glazed orange china
with dogwood branches blooming
filled with bergamot
to stain the lips in henna
warm the palms with bitter steam....

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Characters were going to Delhi.
Exotic goods they wanted to buy.
Their prices were low.
Their sales were slow.
Their biggest hit was the henna dye....

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The home’s atmosphere, full of her obscenity
flashes more than often, her aging nudity
too late for a henna
ready to change? Nah nah!
sense of morality in abject poverty....

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normally I think tattoos look strange on women’s bodies
this time the tattooing looks like henna, delicate and pretty
I have no critiques, am rather in awe this time actually...

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Sarah’s work was once a coma
But now she’s erupting lava
She likes red wine and neat vodka
She likes to smoke her big hooka
Like to dye her hair with henna
She is crazy she is pukka
She’ll wiggle her bum to samba
She’s my lovely darling mukka
I’m her young and toy boy fella
One day we’ll elope together...

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No cowboy with no hat
No this with no that

No cold with no hot
No baby with no cot

No Kardashian with no Jenner
No Indian with no henna

No school with no kid
No box with no lid

No cloud with no rain
No lion with no mane

No girl with no boy
No Gabriella with no Troy

No sky with no blue
No me with no you...

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Barbie hails from India
With dark eyes and ebony hair
Slick and straight, soft to the touch

Her golden sarong is exotic and chic
Adorned with rhinestones and pearls
There is such a glitzy-ness to this Barbie

She must be of the highest caste I think
Nothing else would make sense
I get ready to put henna on her hands...

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Vixie was the first fox in the woods to get a henna tattoo
She was adorable, beautiful, the vixen named Sue
We asked who had done it this lovely day in November.
She lied through her teeth, saying she did not remember.
We followed her around and asked her kin and such.
But they feared her wrath and said they did not remember much....

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get ready to play
leaves and apples on the ground
shades of henna falls

by heavenly heights
color glow in the sunshine
embrace you naked

like small angel wings
they fall eager and ready
treated by the storm















13.10.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(howmanysyllables.com)...

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No cowboy with no hat,
No this with no that.

No cold with no hot,
No baby with no cot.

No Kardashian with no Jenner,
No Asian with no henna.

No school with no kid,
No box with no lid.

No cloud with no rain,
No lion with no mane.

No girl with no boy,
No Gabriella with no Troy.

No sky with no blue,
No me with no you....

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This chemical cocktail
with neurotransmitters
pinging and bathing in sweet serotonin
like honey gone melted
transcended, eccentric
compulsory eyes are concocted and bent
Henna tattoos 
from a black bellied bowl
still glittering red, crushing dust in the lungs
Bottled receptors
invisible potion
fizzy, instinctive, I want you around....

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TNo you have not missed flow
Bounced back with glow
Thy art is immortal
In full throttle
Amiably adorned thy PGT
With Henna superbly
Her sweet and luscious palms
Enjoy and flaunt thy alms
Hate the bond between you both
Like a newly match betroth(ed)
Such an inseparable friendship
Reminds of glorious kinship
It’s beyond the normal
Surely abnormal..!!...

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THE WORD ALIVE
O shower of rain,well of fresh water,stream of life to me.
First fruit on my apple tree.O cluster of henna, my beautiful crown a pearl of great value ,  this rose of Sharon. Lily of the valleys, an indescribable gift,a door for the sheep, present future & past .Beginning and end my comfort and friend

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2013...

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Step 1:    vomiting vermilion

Step 2:    white-light surrender

Step 3:    blessed blue

Step 4:    busting blackness

Step 5:    decidedly dapple

Step 6:    rageous red

Step 7:    humbling henna

Step 8:    bye bye brown

Step 9:    gradual green

Step 10:  practice purple

Step 11:  seek a silver lining

Step 12:  into a golden tomorrow...

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THE WORD ALIVE

O shower of rain,well of
fresh water,stream of life
to me.

First fruit on my
apple tree.O cluster of
henna, my beautiful crown
a pearl of great value ,this
rose of Sharon.

 Lily of the valleys,
an indescribable gift,
a door for the sheep,
present future & past .

Beginning and end
my comfort and friend.

Inspired by the biblical names
Of Jesus....

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Sita's getting chubby;
"I'm pregnant," she claims.
Ma's henna-tinged hair
bursts into flames.

It never lived
but Ma shrieks "Honor is dead!"
Sita never wanted marriage
but now how will Sita wed?

At thirty-six
Sita's not a child.
That perfect plastic smile
her whole life she's smiled.

Enough!

Ma is on fire.
She burns on the pyre
of dead traditions and parched dreams.
And life goes on....

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Tell me why your cheeks blush
When the cool breezes rush
Why your eyes do flash
when a star in your sky lush
you are always looking afar
at the horizon, waiting him to
carry you a precious load,
yearning, musk roses,
scents and henna,
to have your sweet palms colored
and your golden curls perfumed,
yea and to put my fire out
and quench the violence in me
and hold my reins back....

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The colors of henna
On my hands
Promising of
Glorious days to come
Oh how my heart sings

The smell of henna
Sometimes strong
Sometimes mild
Took me far away
Into a fantasy land

The bond of henna
So strong
And yet so delicate
Tying with him forever
Oh see me dance

The design of henna
So intricate
And beautiful
My whole life in my hands
I kneel and pray

Henna, henna
Oh, so fragrant delicate henna...

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THE WORD ALIVE
O shower of rain,well of
fresh water,stream of life 
to me.
First fruit on my
apple tree.O cluster of
henna, my beautiful crown 
a pearl of great value ,this
rose of Sharon.
 Lily of the valleys,
an indescribable gift,
a door for the sheep, 
present future & past .
Beginning and end
my comfort and friend.

Inspired by the biblical names
Of Jesus.

Listen to me reaed this structured prose poem on youtube under name ichthyschiro...

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Five Messages to My Mother
1-
Did you know 
since you went away
there is no rose
can be live.
2-
Did you know 
since you went away,
Henna tree is still in a long thirsty.
3-
Did you know 
since you went away
my father still remember you,
with love, with all respect.
4-
Did you know 
?since you went away,
I hear your invocations,
I saw it falling from the sky.
5-
Did you know 
since you went away,
I feel so close to you,
To death.
To heaven....

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I remember Cleopatra's moon,
as triangles of time 
unveiled pyramids embalmed in
juniper, incensing golden dreams.

While in desolate dunes 
of the sunrise Sahara,
I've engraved your initials 
with pearls and diamonds.

For in lunar silence 
when cylinders of stars 
embellish skies with hieroglyphics, 
destined twin flames ascend.

You’ll remain a musical~
maestro, choreographing our pilgrimage 
to attain heaven beneath  
henna herbs of love....

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