Best Barbershop Poems

THE BARBERSHOP QUARTET

The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand.
A Capella joviality, with torquing wrists, snapping fingers.
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.

Dapper in their...

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A cluttered barbershop in my old hometown I fondly call to mind,
Was a gathering place to loaf and socialize, a great place to unwind!
Harry, the...

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Old Mr. Nicholson
totters across the town square
to the barbershop where
Clive has cut his hair
for the last forty years or so

Not hardly needing
even a trim
but pretending
he...

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My earliest recollection was being placed in a Coca Cola cooler in a Barbershop in Virginiatown Ontario. I heard the sound of the Nickle being...

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I suppose I'm revealin' my age as I compose this little ditty,
But as I compare costs today with yesteryear I exclaim, "What a pity!"
Gas cost...

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In a far off place in a cold cold land there lived a man called Mr. Mack. The place he lived in was called Kirkland...

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In my town
the spiritual warriors conjoined our nature conservancy advocates,
our homeless entertainers
mystics and muses 
incarnated all the green organic dreams 
of the food righteousness brigade,

Eternal...

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A Dragon Squirrel Brigade

Dragon got home from the Army, wanting to be totally, in control.
He wanted to be a Drill Sergeant, to teach the recruits,...

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Barbershop sports brag
Our basic boast is boxing
Mothers just sit there...

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The county seat,  a place of humidity and musical beats. 
After many years, I decided to revisit my hometown,
Hoping to walk down memory lanes...

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two cinquains, one reversed



accord
harmonious
like a barbershop choir
each singing alone, together
sweet sound

aligned
synchronized with the same pow’r Source
like a well-oiled machine
all parts on task
in sync

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Is it any wonder that on a recruit's first day of service he is befuddled?
From day one he's told to do things by the numbers...

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Time for a road trip, my  dad, mom and us three kids all packed into our old station wagon. I guess it wasn't so...

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You won't believe what I went through when I went to a black man's barbershop.
He was a racist jerk and when I left, I called...

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There once was a boy of three
Ricky was just as cute as could be
He got a bottle of orange pop
From his Grandpa's barbershop
Which leads to...

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