Best Comb Poems
My dear brother Butch,
Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or dye trying"
When the interviewer said "I mustache you a question..."
I answered, "May I mullet over?"
Seriously, working there is a shear delight,
with some nice fringe benefits
They're a real cut above the rest
and I shave a lot of money on hair products...
I bought Dad a comb for Father's Day… I bet he'll never part with it
It is a long drive to the salon, but now I know all the short cuts
Oh hey, I know hair-growth seminars are not your style, but
call up your receding hairline buddies and comb on over!
It was great to see you last week, you are looking so trim!
I still feel terrible about the curling iron incident…
You can rest a-sheared I'll straighten it out
but I mussed warn you, you might get fro straighted
Just remember, $15 for a hairpiece is a small price toupée
You may not like short hair at first, but it will grow on you
...that's the mane thing
Did you hear Mom and Dad had a brush with death?
It was a very hairy situation with a real twist:
buzzing down the highway at a decent clip
someone tried to cut them off
Mom was ready to wig out, curl up and dye, but thankfully
Dad went to great lengths to avoid an accident
so there was no permanent damage
you had to see it to be-weave it
Ok, time for a couple of jokes to lighten the mood:
How does the man on the moon trim his hair?
Eclipse.
Why did Pavlov have such fabulous looking hair?
Conditioning.
Why do felines groom with their tongues?
They can't find their catacombs.
Why did the little girl watch "Black Stallion" more than "Babe"?
She liked pony tales more than pig tales.
What was the barber's sign before he went on vacation?
"Hair today, gone to Maui"
Did you hear about the novelty store selling fake piles of dung?
It was sham poo.
Just teasing!
Take hair,
Curly
Z Z Top and Cousin It took the right approach
Dark sun glasses and beards detract from scraggly hair
Next time my motley hairdo meets with reproach
Combing forward I’ll consider, sparing the Nair
*For Rick's "Bad Hair Day" contest
Gonna take my comb outa my pocket,
May as well kiss it goodby and hock it.
This is much less trying,
although close to frying.
Just stick my tongue in the light socket.
A-CAT-A-COMB
NINE-LIVES-A-TALE *
SHE-PRIMPS-AND-PREENS
EACH-FINE-DE-TAIL *
WITH-TONGUE-TO-FUR
PAW-FACE-AND-TAIL *
THIS-DEATH-A-TOMB
SHE-SHANT-EN-TAIL *
~TH~
I comb my head
where hair once was
it rather should be buffed
to reflect the beauty of life
as life does
Dear sister I have been mistreated but surely not defeated
The fit are unruly and those who rule unfit to wear their minds along their brow
Pitted and fallen are we claimed she
Uproot all the timid, surely they’ll quake
The Earth is at rest while the heavens are testing
Surely the catacombs are our place of hiding
Rapture the worthy, the poor, and the hopeless still more
Braven the brittle and salvage what’s left of the widow’s stores
For we are at war, O’ good women, it’s a fight they will get
A Patriot cry, a life worth living, a pride in my name that keeps me standing
Hearty or meek, we’ll take the keep
Bind them up, but don’t let them bleed for pure bred savages are what we need
The breasts of the mothers who weep for the bodies
The weary who laugh gas portrait tears leaving their insight foggy
The Devil is hunting, Oh but let him flee
For our fists will have him fishing for his faith like rotting bait
Breeding among us are the wolves that seek only to measure their gut
And they will fill the skies 70 meters high with the the must of unfinished feet
Winded by bows of boredom and broiled beliefs
Sifted through, borrowed, unused
The lazy will not lay seated in our ancient sanctuaries
They will lay pitted among the soiled seeds and left to the leeches
Reign in the kingdom of popular knowledge do both snakes and sirens
Danger is beneath us and furnaces over heat us,
Leavened bread will rise our eyes to the souls in need of teachers
If education ain’t free then dare me to teach for free
Let linen and fleece overwhelm us all
For the sun rises still again, constant with the moon
Midnight is foreign and sunlight is gloom
For inside these walls our eyes will close soon
The mirrors outs our flaws and undersea our scars
But heaven is shaking and creation’s worship awaits us
If every day is good and every evening soon
Then tomorrow is only distant, a matter of your zoom
Jupiter is rising further south than my liking
Perhaps it was the wind that blew it there
Or the birds that sang it somewhere upstairs
Or the lions that laughed it underneath body beats
Or the vines carried it to prepare it for more pruning
Signs are timing and the clocks are not ceasing
So listen little one, I know you are bare, but don’t be a fool
Comb your hair.
A comb like a camp
Always in alert teeth forces!
to be neat
and compleat
and walk that beat
make a star dress the part
from bottom to top
its all part the lot
when people stair
its
COMB AND HAIR
A comb,long like a train has some norms-
Unity in coming together,
Controlling the way it wants,
Always in smile with the mirror!
Public policies are program designs
with regenerative health and safety vetted practices,
rooted in evidence of positive outcomes
and usually supported by some form of systematic theory
about why they appear to do more good than harm,
and at what cost compared to alternative strategies.
Producing executive orders
that are primarily reactions against existing public policies
without evidence that these reversals of direction
will not do more harm than good
is not developing responsible public governance policies;
it is elitist dictatorial promulgation of merely subjective influence
without intent to respond to either positive natural
or spiritual,
and certainly not ecologically regenerative, experience
without any democratically responsible analysis of their effects,
specifically in comparison to extant policies
now being replaced by fiat.
To news media:
please do not confuse President Trump's degenerative procedural orders,
apparently rooted more in fear and anger-mongering,
with democratic, constitutionally-resonant, establishment of responsible public policy.
Chorus X 2
They await the snow drop to see my spring x 2
their sweet moments, I dehumidify x 2
despite all the wonderful stunts and splurge x 2
my nectar has picked just one principal x 2
1. They’re all lined up from my heart to Jacksie
I’ve one duplex and many piedaterre
all tracing the scent of my lavender
as interlinked goodwill superimpose.
They’ve seen a rich seam of sexuality
with my acceptance sounding so raspy
from the naïve, sincere to amoral
all worship to see nothing of my wrongs.
Chorus
They await the snow drop to see my spring x 2
their sweet moments, I dehumidify x 2
despite all the wonderful stunts and splurge x 2
my nectar has picked just one principal x 2
2. More and more begin to rustle my peace
I’ve eaten all, from candy to trotter
these hearts now gather and loudly babble
making a choice now childish and bumpy
what once started warm is getting frosty
and my long delay seen as treacherous
just one I have to place on the paste-board
to show and be free from this supermax.
Chorus
They await the snow drop to see my spring x 2
their sweet moments, I dehumidify x 2
despite all the wonderful stunts and splurge x 2
my nectar has picked just one principal x 2
Sweet Honey in the Comb
Inspired by Psalm 19
What I want is sweet honey in the comb
I can eat at home and be left all alone
Follow commands by God who will lead
Me away from sin so will always be freed.
Never need to prosper or have great wealth
When am with God will stay in good health
I shall sing songs and with words will pray
And unto Him these things do everyday.
Every dearly beloved who believe in me
Always set sights high and you will see
God as central figure in your each thought
And make sure with you Bible was brought.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
The old combs
Stay with me many years
Now I bought new combs too
But too lazy to use
I stay at home
Especially during MCO
I seldom use mirror or comb
I use my hands to comb most of the time
To tidy the short hair I cut myself
I'm too old to use comb often
I'm too lazy to bother appearance
Which was spoiled by dimmy eyes and ugly wrinkles
Suddenly I think of my parents
Everyday they couldn't do without combs
They brushed their hair tidy and shining
Father with a quick sweep
Mother with a long hour combing straight down
Olden days people like tidiness and cleanliness
Their days are simple
And follow routines and etiquette
Their hearts loyal and simple
Like the being straightened hair
Now people like fashions ,excitements and hairstyles
The combs bring me back
The sweet memories of my parents and their love
The old combs deserve to be kept
In my heart
Especially during this Mother's and Father's Day
I turn and hope to see her smirking by.
Through the crowd she finds my eye.
Excitement rushes into my mind.
Conversations never spoken,
Affection felt in a glance and sigh.
Today she has assumed a new identity.
Intellectual and sure,
She peers into a world once blurred,
Clear and reassured.
To the sound of a familiar face,
She looks in amazement.
In his voice she finds comfort
And in his face she finds reality.
A flirtatious friendship,
A Limit never reaching,
In you I’ve found in no other.
God save us from each other.
Friends they come and go.
But love we must to hold on to.
If love you ever ask me,
My one reply
“Of course I do”.
I know a time will someday come when all that’s left is me
And the “Us” that I once hoped for,
Sadly never came to be.
kinky colored coils
sumo wrestled afro comb
red baby dreadlocks