Best Curl Poems
Meandering in ocean breeze, love pondered romantic themes
Cherishing each other's company, early days saw happy dreams
Boasting vibrant sunsets we strolled, charming ardent evenings
Wallowing depth of loving embrace, longing to hold till eternity
Things soon changed, as cosmic paradise became a sullen sky
When bewildered stars saw you depart without a hint of sigh
Abandoning me on a lonesome path hurting my doting pride
Never uttering a word of regret, having left without a goodbye
Now you arrive, uninvited, reminiscing in days of fervid hues
As foolishly I discard my heart's protest, saying our love's true
Demanding a response from someone whom I so dearly knew:
Anyone who had a heart would love me too. Why won't you?
Indulging in my love you evoke passions deliberately tantalizing
Arousing memories we left behind when dawn was still rising
Claiming your place as beloved, finding comfort in its meaning
As I let you steal my kisses willfully, blown fondly from my lips
Forgive me I won't, upon quiet reflection, for what I've done
Allowing you to fool me again at the urging of genuine love
Condoning you hiding behind the faceless stories you've spun
Wanting your attention before I curl up like a rose abandoned
June 24, 2018
Placed 2nd in Cilla Black contest by Teppo Gren
Song: Anyone who had a heart
Please keep me from falling
I’m a hair on your head.
Don’t leave me some morning
All alone on our bed.
Don't let me be parted
Or removed from my roots.
Please keep me from falling
To be trampled by boots.
Don’t take me out swimming
But left floating behind.
Gargling in a pool drain
I would find most unkind.
If I should live to be
Your last hair when you're dead
I’ll drop in the coffin
To curl up by your head.
I quickly joined the Navy on June the 4th, 1943,
As soon as I graduated at 17, life was definitely to be;
I received boot training in the state of Maryland,
At Bainbridge, became a navigator noble and grand.
I was sent to Amphibious Training wet, phew wee,
At Little Creek in Virginia, where I got my crew,
Of different ranks including machinists as gunners,
The craft was 56-foot, our rations made us stunners.
But I was separated from my crew, went to Plymouth,
In England, placed on a Liberty ship used to house,
Replacement cargo for artillery that got destroyed,
Which was so much longer than the crafts deployed.
In Fahnouth England, I memorised Normandy maps,
Prepared and used a Reflectoscope to turn on the taps;
We were scared of poison gas when we hit Omaha,
I was quarantined on June 1st of ’44, needed mama.
We saved many from the crafts using cargo nets sublime,
But they were difficult to climb in the rough seas, crime,
A craft almost mounted the ship ‘cos of a high wave,
And always we had to be steely and very, very brave.
The bombs from the Nazi’s were the size of footballs,
And we painstakingly recovered many bodies, stalls,
From the water which had just beaten them cruelly,
And that first D-Day morning we were losing brutally.
The Germans hedgehogs, or bombs for the landing crafts,
Fired on us from a pillbox, but in my case American staff,
Took my attacking pillbox out, and I was just so grateful,
‘Cos it was causing me havoc ‘cos I almost felt too awful.
Luckily that night two German planes simply just avoided us,
After a few days we did hydrographic 3D printing work, suss,
For which I was commended, I contributed to today’s 3D printing
Then I lead the invasion of southern France, which was amazing.
The Panama Canal saw me on a rocket ship headed for Japan,
But the A-Bomb ended the war, and we went state-side to tan,
My Honourable Discharge was in March of ’46, and I was quick,
To get back to my peacetime activities, but never forgot the sick.
Curl Up and Dye
By Elton Camp
To craziness in salon names there’s no stop
Nobody likes simple: Meg’s Beauty Shop
Maybe to call the place “The Mane Attraction”
Is a way for a cosmetologist to get some action
Womens’ hearts, the shop fills with gladness
When it has the zany name of “Shear Madness”
In a spot that has been designated as “Hair Lair,”
Customers will understand why the place is there
It surely must have been some marketing whiz
Who picked for a salon this title, “Hair It Is”
I can’t imagine whom the following would love:
A beauty with the strange name, “A Cut Above”
When the potential names begin to become few,
Only then, I sure think, would “Clip Joint” do
“The Cutting Edge” sounds like a computer store
But it has been used to designate a salon before
“Twisted Sisters” sounds much like a kinky place
Some think the name “Hairem” is also a disgrace
But it seems to me there is no good reason why
A salon shouldn’t be called “Curl Up and Dye”
Where in the world will you find a girl
Whom you could say, 'I love you', my pal
And she says in return
Come on, let us have fun
sit beside me on the couch, curl and twirl.
give it away
give it all
all for what
all for nothing
nothing you bet
nothing yil get
get out there quick
get lost in a ditch
ditch ya wife
ditch ya dog
dog won’t miss ya
dog'll piss ya
ya think yiv got it down
ya haven’t been down under
under what ya say?
under what ya pray?
pray it ain't worth a zack
pray your honey aint outback
outback’n the wild roo’s nestin’ kick
outback and back again he’s slick
slick and kicking for a noice steak
slick and mad as a cut snake
snake’s got death in his bite
snake’ll ruin a weddin orright
orright’cha got two seconds tah think
orright your seconds gone yeh in a stink
stink in heaps
stink the dunny rat he is
is you thinking in the wild to slack off
is you ready to rack off
off to the waters in a hurray mate
off to the sandy slates run clean
clean as a bottler at sea
clean as ya ever can see
see here we all left our lives
see this is where we feel alive
alive in the wild far from the loo
alive away from the crazy blue
blue sea soppin the sand around
blue surroundin this land we’re proud
proud in the danger of ever
proud to amaze whoever
whoever ya meet
whoever ya see
see chance give it a burl
see um tackle the crock in a curl
curl on his back is a good going off
curl in his teeth yiv gotcha limb torn off
off!
off!
For the Down Under contest
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
*Don’t think I did this quite right! Though it was fun to try anyhow ^___^
Well, I declare.....
I detest my claim to fame!
Without a doubt, it is my shame...
I cannot tame, my tangled mane!
Did you know.... my wayward hair does not play fair?
It's almost more than I can bear!
Well, now you know...It is my woe!
My locks will grow two feet a night!
My awful plight,.... this frightful sight
is not a joke, no laughing matter!
And if I stuff it, in a hat.....
it looks like rats have raised a litter!
When it's not tucked inside my hat...
the cat attacks, jumps up my back
and digs it's claws into the thatch!
It isn't easy, to detach, she makes her bed
and sleeps the night upon my head!
It weighs a ton....and it's no fun
to keep my head upon my shoulders!
By afternoon my neck gets sore
it must be cut each day by 4:00
to keep from sweeping up the floor!
Such a chore...that I abhor!
I can't ignore my tangled locks
that strangle ankles and my socks!
And then I trip....and then I fall
and that's not all......but must not bore you any more!
But could YOU handle locks like that???
_______________________________
For the "I Declare" Contest, sponsored by Judy Konos
A gold rush began ... the search for words
Twist - curl, tie a knot on the tongue :
- "Red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry"
- "Seth at Sainsbury’s sells thick socks"
- "If Stu chews shoes, Stu should choose the shoes he chews"
- "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream"
- "Fresh fried fish, Fish fresh fried, Fried fish fresh, Fish fried fresh "
I do not have aphasia, just a little callous too weird sounds
It's almost a little embarrassing,
ask me about cooking and mixology
The words are ambiguous, convoluted and irregardles
Usually I can say that I am not nonplussed
I bequeath these words to the reader
Slowly it began to dawn on me
this may have nothing to do with poetry at all
- It was a weird book I found
*Callous
*Mixology
*Irregardles
*Nonplussed
*Bequeath
30/09/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Mystery Word Find Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
3rd place in the contest
"Cuts and Curls," opened today.
And needing a new look, I went in right away.
"A cut and curl and perm if you please,"
I told the young man as I sat back in ease.
He shampooed my hair as I dozed in my chair.
Then dreaming of a famous mirror on the wall,
I wondered if I'd be the fairest of them all?
Prince Charming was there, and he gave me a kiss.
But he went too far and started licking my lips!
I opened my eyes, and staring up at me,
was a pampered and powdered, pink pedigree.
Then I reached for a mirror to look at my hair,
but a curly headed pink poodle was all I saw there!
A flush of red color covered my face.
Oh, why wasn't I told this was a pet grooming place!
The Curl is Closing – Visual 1
6/9/2015
The curl is closing overhead,
I press to move the board along.
The shark is closing to my dread.
The curl is closing overhead,
maybe the shark has just been fed,
must not wipe out I could be wrong.
The curl is closing overhead,
I press to move the board along
Her name is Mary
not Virgin Mary
or the girl with the dragon tattoo
it's Mary
the girl with a curl
when she is good
she is too good
when she is bad
she is too bad
in her teen years
she dated Wild Bill
and tried almost everything
jail
drugs
and orgies
but in her twenties
she married the other Bill
the guy from the hedge fund
who smells CK and wears
only Armani suits
and now she lives in a mansion
in suburbs
and has two beautiful kids
Her name is Mary
The girl with a curl
when she is bad
she is too bad
when she is good
she looks like a saint...
Remember the old saying, “a rhyme in time saves nine”
Now what could that mean, forget it I don't have the time
Life's too filled of puzzles
Wanna curl up and snuggle
Forget all that nonsense, live a life of sublime
© Jack Ellison 2015
What is the color of your tears?
I wish I could paint them
softer blue,
then all of the oceans
can dry up and make that smile
turn into sunlit waves.
And dawn will spread your beauty,
exploding through glazed eyes
as mist gently mushes your hair.
It is at night- time though
when your toes curl
at the very slight tap of dew,
and all is afloat in life's womb again.
Contest, Lexi's Art
Visual 3
7 June 2015
So many broken hearts
so many words left unsaid
lead to the black tears we cry
and every cut that once bled
bawled up in a corner
stranded in the dark
with every stroke up and down i leave a bleeding mark
abanded hope left to die
were drowning in these tears i cry
and the razor in our hands
reflects the brightness of the stars
but its not just a cut
theres a story behing the scars
if the world was a rose
wed be the thorns
life would be a book
and every page would be torn
its just another broken home
a place where no one can survive
which leads ne into cutting myself just to feel alive
i have already given up
why should i have to live a lie
but instead of suffering i just crawl into a corner
to curl up and die
-Spencer Coggsdale
Quatrain #261:
CURL
Cure the ***** feel with mellow glow,
Urge joy to heal the pains you know;
Robust the drill that love anchors,
Live precious thrills where peace sparks show.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2016
Singapore