GOD'S LITTLE NEW DAUGHTER
Emberlyn Rain Barber
Beautiful young birth;
From the heavens,
Onto the world earth;
May the village
God, little new daughter
Father God and Angels;
Entire family, Mom and Dad;
Be thankful, rejoice, and celebrate;
This birth date so precious.
Beautiful new birth
God's little new daughter
EMBERLYN RAIN BARBER;
God's little new daughter;
We celebrate this birth.
Of EMBERLYN RAIN BARBER;
4/20/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
He trims my hair,then half my pride.
Declares: ''Vivi,your bald spot cannt hide!''
I asked for ''short'',he heard ''absurd''
Now I look like an alarmed porcupine
He winks,'' a new style-bold couture!''
I tip him thrice,though I'm not sure
Next week I'll shave and call it art
And tell the nyatsi ,''that's the smart part
Dictionary
nyatsi: A Back-door husband when the real husband is with the back-door wife.
Quartet belts out familiar tunes
Old barbershop proudly flaunting village vintage vibes
Haircuts surprise at today’s prices
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Best way to hear the local news and meet new people
I took my son to the barbers today, and I sat there and I thought about how it compared to when I was small,
All of the equipment is battery driven, but way back when it was scissors that were usually blunt,
The seat for a child was a plank of wood, but now they have a comfortable seat to make them feel good.
They asked my son about his style, but a long time ago it was just short back and sides.
The tools they use today seems to be all throw away as I look around the shop,
but a long time ago they were sharpened on a long leather strop.
My son got to choose who cut his hair, he chose Rosa, but I had only one choice, old Bob Fenner and I am absolutely certain he charged less than a tenner!
we trim their hair, necks, noses, and mustaches too
They come on Saturday morning, when the mail is due
we hear their stories, they gossip about their farms and such
we like our regulars, and we hear so much!
only one gives us a tip we try to get him
A forlorn barber pole
midst bustling mall and gardens
Its revolving candy cane
begging shoppers' pardon
Samuel Osmond Barber
as a youngster made a stir
When he wrote an early overture
'School for Scandal' it ws so mature
I Used to Enjoy
by Bob Moore © 2022
I used to enjoy the barbers
go for a haircut and a chat
talk about the football
politics and things like that
There usually would be one chair,
or maybe there was two
a few customers and the barber
who knew just what to do
Short back and sides was standard
the cut most of us had
not fancy, but easy to comb or brush
and it didn’t look too bad
But things have changed, as all things do
and whenever you may go
the barbers speak to each other
in a language I do not know.
They may be telling each other jokes
just like we used to do
“two cutting and three bagging here,
been a while since we’ve seen you.”
Or talking about the football
or the land where they were born
but I cannot join in with them
on this haircut Saturday morn.
I miss those haircut mornings
and now it’s just a chore
I listen but do not understand
don’t go much anymore
Bob Moore
Hair falling off his scissors
Stopping the lengthening
But not the aging
Blackening hair with his dye
Stopping the whitening
But not the hair dropping
As the system of nature is
Irreversible
Many controversies in Coronavirus
Even at Doctors and Barbers
Family Doctors to keep distance
Family members to Barber assistance
Broken
Lockdown
Opening the Sky
To take wing to any destination
Many options saved little by little like money
Boring being at home a long
In the mix of whole fixtures
Barber my first choice!
The cleaners are closed
The barber shop too
Pandemic madness
For many, quite a few.
Hairdressers slam shut
You cannot buy wood glue
Schools not open
Because of the dhrammed flu.
Hello Mr. Barber, I’m here for my bloodletting
I’ve been long overdue for this appointment, I know
Yes, bring out your set, I am ready for the procedure
I am so grateful to relax in your chair
Now the blood drips onto the page
A slow trickle and into a stream
It yearns to be absorbed
But more than that it wishes to water the soil
It’s so difficult to be in charge of living matter
To care, cradle, and carry on leave me exhausted
I want to rest but rest never feels enough
This body yearns for a more permanent resting place
Mr. Barber, perhaps you could cut just a little deeper
Just a little longer
Just a bit more than you should
So that I can sleep
No, no you’re right, Mr. Barber
Bloodletting is a small release
Just to get by
It’s not my last sleeping aid
Bob Barber trimmed beards and cut hair;
fresh news with his clients did share.
He knew secrets well kept
and much gossip, except
his young wifey’s ongoing affair.
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Posted 2nd March 2019
Contest: Make Me Actually Lol 2
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
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