There is a pub next door to a beauty salon,
On the main street of our town.
Men go there to drink.
All day and every day.
Next door to a beauty salon
On the main street of our town.
He stands,unsteady in the doorway
Pulling on the remains of a roll up cigarrette.
Lungs,already weak,inhaling right down to the last ash
.
Unkempt,unshaven,his eyes unsteady stare at nothing.
No longer believing in life, love or that tomorrow,
next week or year will be better.
Unlike the young girls, beaming with life,
sitting inside the beauty salon,next door to the pub,
On the main street of our town.
A pang of sadness
for the old magnolia tree
cut down and paved over
to create a parking lot
behind the new beauty salon.
*Image of La Bourrasque by FKR.
The Gust of Wind
A gust hath burst,
As she traversed,
A short-cut to,
Broad avenue,
Her black silk dress,
Looped to a mess,
Struggled full-length,
Maintained her strength,
Her matching shawl,
Challenging haul,
Onward she pushed,
Hasty ambushed,
The trail seemed gone,
As she dragged on,
Rounds disturbed leaves,
As the squall heaves,
Determined will,
Since birth instill,
The end result,
Foresees exult,
She soon arrived,
As winds hath died,
Wholly tangle,
Loose hair dangle,
She made no care,
About her hair,
Appointment yon,
Beauty salon.
2022 October 19
*1st Place*
Painting prompted
~~Lisa YY: Judged 2022 October 29
RZ & HMS; 4 syllables per 28 lines.
beauty salon gossip,
or presidential debate ...
Laundress conversation,
or trump x joe ?
Will It be :
Socialism where "scarcity of everything"
or liberal Chevrolet fish tail?
Which team are you fan of?
Proud boys
or chicago boys ¹
Stick Man Brothers
or barred at the ball?
cheap proselytism for leeches
or expensive pleasure for the ignorant?
what will it be, how will it be?
]
she mailed me her
exact words were:
Later today
i'm going before
the beauty salon
to regulate
my fingernails
and some eye
lashes.
surely they will
pardon her
for good
behavior
and sheer
beauty
Brendon earns his bread and butter
as an artist at Anna's -
Anna's Beauty Salon.
He places the smock across my shoulders
as if it were a feathered gown;
I feel resplendent already.
Removing the pencil from my messy bun,
he unfastens my hair with
hungry hands.
His fingers dance with intrigue like the
balloons bobbing on the mirror..
He is the cat and I am his cream.
said
to have
a face of true
beauty so beautiful
too beautiful deserving
an Athenian beauty salon
curse
hours under
the sculpting
stylist's stolen eye
honey when i'm done
with you you'll rock their
socks off
so sitting back
closing her beautiful
eye lids of her beautiful
face she dreamed about how
the record holder for launching a
thousand ships
she'd do one better
so imagine how upset
her waking was when after
hours of snipping here and there
her stylist pronounced ta da my dear
taking
a look in
a mirror and
noticing she had
the same alabaster
facial skin of perfection
but
some
thing was
different she
couldn't quite put
a pin point on what
"the saga continues" part 2
always seemed to be
waking this time in an
acoustic cave dwelling
where hissing sounds
pingponged off the walls
time for another
hissy fit
from her another
day of waking
having a bad
hair
day
Oh! My gosh. What is it with the girly girl
Adventure?
They say looking great is a lure
To capture
An amore. To me that's a whole other
Venture.
I am such an amateur.
I am not looking for any more pressure.
Now on to the brochure
Which supposedly has the beauty cure.
Their prices are not high on expenditures
It features
Hair cut to style which includes shampoo,
Dry, make over, manicure,
And pedicure
All done at our leisure.
For our listening pleasure
All work will be done to the overture
Of Bach which some deemed as torture.
Any way the end result was everyone comes
Out a beautiful relaxed creature
Who has been in hiding like a lost treasure.
We are supposedly feeling less insecure,
And more sure,
Of our future.
I need a picture.
All the ladies of Poetry Soup
Have me wrapped around their fingers
Pulling me along by my big proboscis
As their lady smells doth linger
That scent that drives us male dudes wild
You guys know of what I speak
Not stuff you can buy in a beauty salon
That oh so feminine mystique
It's really damn difficult to turn it off
The reason we act like buffoons
We succumb and act so silly and stuff
Often we even bay at the moon
Like a bunch of silly young teenage dudes
We stammer when trying to speak
Our faces turn red, we bump into things
Sometimes letting out little shrieks
There is a cure, it's called commitment
How dare I suggest such a thing
There's just got to be a much simpler way
Perhaps a one-night ring-a-ding-ding
All the ladies of Poetry Soup
Have me wrapped around their fingers
Pulling me along by my big proboscis
As their lady smells doth linger
Mirror mirror on the wall
I went to the beauty salon today
Silver strands ~ gone
Long dark wavy hair ~ beautiful
Bet you're jealous ~ ha
Twirling away and singing "because I'm happy" by Pharrell Williams
Six weeks later...
Mirror mirror on the wall
If you keep showing those silver strands
I'm going to give you some cracks
Bet you won't like that
Walking away mumbling how people are talking to her but their eyes upon her head
Days later...
Mirror mirror on the wall
What is the meaning of this
Each day I'm seeing more glitters spreading
I'm plucking them out but they seems to keep surfacing
"Sighing" knowing full well
She'll never beat this medallic battle
Weeks later...
Mirror mirror on the wall
I've come to realize these silver strands are the enhancing highlights of my life
For every silver strand had its own enchanting story
So color me away
They say she's too young to go silvering
Maybe they're right
Today...
Mirror mirror on the wall
Keep calm
And go authentically silverlicious
My hair
My beauty
My silver strands
Smile
Akkina R Downing
1-5-18
All the ladies of Poetry Soup
Have me wrapped around their fingers
Pulling me along by my big proboscis
As their lady smell doth linger
That scent that drives us male dudes wild
You guys know of what I speak
Not stuff you can buy in a beauty salon
That oh so feminine mystique
It's really damn difficult to turn it off
The reason we act like buffoons
We succumb and act so silly and stuff
Often we even bay at the moon
Like a bunch of silly young teenage dudes
We stammer when trying to speak
Our faces turn red, we bump into things
Sometimes letting out little shrieks
There is a cure, it's called commitment
How dare I suggest such a thing
There's just got to be a much simpler way
Perhaps a one night ring-a-ding-ding
All the ladies of Poetry Soup
Have me wrapped around their fingers
Pulling me along by my big proboscis
As their lady smell doth linger
© Jack Ellison 2014
Thinking of you... no matter what I
do(thinking of you), hanging with
the crew(thinking of you), while
chilling with the family too(thinking
of you), going to the store(thinking
of you), in bed(thinking of you), at
the beauty salon(thinking of you),
cleaning the house(thinking of you),
hurricane that just passed(thinking
of you), playing the number
game(thinking of you), on the
phone(thinking of you), it's like i
only got a piece of mind at church-
but by the time i get home guess
what... I'm Thinking Of You!
SALON
IT IS THE PLACE TO GET REVAMP,
REVAMP OF THE FACE TAKES
PLACE.
BUT YOU CAN REVAMP YOUR INNER SOUL.
THE BEAUTY SALON IS THE PLACE.
AS BARBER CHOPS DOWN YOUR HAIR,
SAME WAY THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU
CHOPS DOWN YOUR
HONESTY N PRIDE.
YOU CAN THINK AT SALON AND CAN
GET REVAMP OF YOUR SOUL.
WHICH WILL TAKE YOU TO
SANITY.
THINK HOW YOUR HAIR
BEING CHOPPED BY SCISSOR
AS A WEAPON.
AND SAME WITH YOUR SOUL IS BEING
CHOPPED BY PEOPLE AND
GREED IS THE CULPRIT.
SALON IS THE PLACE TO THINK.
I THINK SO !!!
AS BARBER IS YOUR ANGEL
TO HIS TUNES YOU MOVE
YOUR HEAD.
BUT YOU ARE YOUR MASTER
TO MOVE YOUR HEART TO
YOUR TUNES.
SALON IS THE PLACE WHERE YOU PAY
YOUR WEALTH FOR REVAMP OF
YOUR FACE,
AND FOR REVAMP OF YOUR
SOUL
YOU HAVE TO PAY IN THE PRICE
OF SACRIFICE
LOVE
AFFECTION N
CARE.
SALON IS THE PLACE TO REVAMP
YOUR SOUL
I THINK SO!!!
I made a wish upon a
Falling star
“Hoping”
“Eagerly”
To make that one
Little wish
“In hoping”
My wish would prevail
Itself
To be true
And start the rain
“Or maybe snow”
And let me make it
To a Beauty salon
While I attempt to sing
Ain’t no sunshine when
He’s gone
“As”
The dogs howl at the
Moon.
“Or maybe”
My singing
“Lord”
My wish was not granted
For I still can’t sing
The dogs and cats seem
To appear disturb when I
Sing
They howl and meow
I wished upon a falling
Star
For a singing voice that
Would make me rich
“maybe a bit famous”
“Laugh”
So, that dream just
Blew away
Within the frosty winds
In the year of the rain
Washed away with the
High tide
I wished upon a falling
Star
Didn’t get my wish but
That beautiful little twinkling
Star
Was truly intriguing for the
Eye to see
“Thank God”
I went to a beauty salon
Got the works
Clean down to my toes
Ain’t that grand and I
And I feel brand new
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