Best Hairdos Poems
Just as days long ago, when decorum resolved,
before composure, and poise,.. were corsages, unknown
Where propriety mattered, and was favored as gold,
high society, has gathered to flavor their tea
There's a trellis, embraced by a rose climbing vine
Places are set, for dining in jade
beneath shadows that stretch under arthritic old trees
While slivers of sunshine, squeeze through the branches
of silver leafed limbs, in magnolia bloomed shade
Tea will be served, by large knuckled hands
at several round tables dressed with Swiss lace designs
Wearing lavender silk is our proper Grand Dame'
who fits her surroundings, as vintage as wine
Voices are lilting like the birds in the trees
Laughter and chatter, mingle with soft, summer breezes
A bouquet of old friends, around a few scattered tables.
Silver coifed hairdos, to make celebration
Crepe myrtle and wrinkles, beneath ashes and maples
Water cress munchies, and triangle creations
Sweet honey-suckle, tucked over the porches.…
Rose petal blossoms, are painted on china
Bridge cards, tumble by Blue Willow dishes
Biscuits from England, crumble sublimely
Large bosoms bouncing, and big floppy hats
Gossip dished up with lemon-sliced frowns
Up in the tree is the neighbor's calico cat
who catches a glance, and a chance to crawl down
Are they ladies of leisure, from a time that is lost?
Or a painting I've seen on the wall from the past?
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Inspired By the Garden Party Contest
Sponsored By Cyndi McMillan 6/6/14
Categories:
hairdos, art, nostalgia, people,
Form:
Sonnet
In the dog-days of summer of so long ago
there were bear-hugging moments I like to recall
Like leafing through pages of ram-shackle books,
that are dog-eared, and faded, wearing hound-tooth worn seams
I had a bull's-eye encounter with puppy-tail schemes
There are cat-walks through memories, over turkey-trot trails
wearing pigtails, and Mother Goose, and laughter would peal
Where pony-tailed hairdos would swing like a bell,
and where kids could play leap-frog, and happiness dwells
We would run like the roosters and bull-doze the grass,
picking puffed dandelions, to blow with our breaths
Spreading the catnip and watching it gasp
Grasping the wind, while it wolfed-down the rest
Blooming sweet dogwood would bend in the breeze
Elephant-ears would line every path
With cattails and polly-wogs, we would bunny-hop home
for chickpeas, and monkey bread, and gooseberry creams
Then hug little teddy-bear, in our goose-down reclines
while dog-days of summer would live for all time
Categories:
hairdos, child, childhood, nature, summer,
Form:
Free verse
God lets us see life from every angle. Anklebiters that we are. Fist fighters, black-eyed contenders, snivelers. The boss looks down, looks into our eyes, looks at our feet, looks underneath. We don’t see the cobwebs between our fingers and toes, in our mouth and ears. Our hairdos make us look like weirdos, piled fry-high, like the bride of Frankenstein. Our hearts shoved into the easy-bake of childhood. Black-spider shades grip our nose and tether behind our ears, holding onto dendrites. White teeth flash their watermelon pits, black and blue. God lets us see from every angle. The dark spots hinder perfect sight, the dark holes below lower lashes, thinning lips, fattening thighs, exercising our rights, but mostly wrongs. I hear the gong...not many do. Do we belong to the world or to our God? Is this yet Babylon. Our speech once babbled, have we forgotten? Why do you think we don’t all speak the same language? Scientists prove there’s been a worldwide flood. Jesus walked the earth and the sun. Now you see the one world coming together. Remember what happened last time the world did this — were we not scattered? Scientists say there was a continental divide — this once united mass. Indeed we are anklebiters, curtain climbers, toddlers. God lets us find our own stray. Can we find our own way?
1/6/2021
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
as it is in heaven.
Matthew 6:10 KJV
Categories:
hairdos, christian,
Form:
Prose
In this decade: pizza, soda,
Colonel Sanders,
burgers only fifteen cents;
"Tutti Frutti,"
sock hops, "mooning,"
Rock and Roll (monumental consequence);
Rosa's bus ride,
suburbs, fluoride,
escalating sales,
vaccine for polio;
Mickey Mouse Club,
Haley, Hitchcock,
Davy Crockett,
drive-ins,
Fats Domino;
Causeless Rebel crashing car,
bouffant hairdos,
"har dee har har;"
Elvis on TV
and ME.
Categories:
hairdos, history, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
The One Who Finished Last in His Class
By Elton Camp
Not all teachers have equal smarts & skill
And a less able lawyer sure gives no thrill
There are found some West Point cadets
Whose graduation the academy so regrets
And the accountant who eked his degree
From him a large number of errors you see
There’s the last-place structural engineer
To cross his bridge there’s reason to fear
The almost failed pharmacist often will
Dispense to the patient a mistaken pill
The worst graduate of the beauty school
Won’t give very good hairdos as a rule
And the chiropractor who barely got by
Won’t know the right adjustment to try
The business school grad at end of the line
Won’t produce work that will be very fine
And with a medical school it’s just the same
Yet, last-place finisher, it’s doctor we name
Categories:
hairdos, funny, school, graduation, school,
Form:
Rhyme
I've raised myself for more than 12 long years; Never had a mother to console me in the midst of tears
I never had a mother to show how to be a "lady" or to cook & clean; Nor did I have a father to show me what a real man was or how one is suppose to treat me
So I fell prey to almost anything with promises of love
Just trying to fill a void
Mentally, emotionally, spiritually
It destroyed me til I became broken ,my never ending quest of feeling loved,
I degraded myself with ppl who didn't see value in me not even for the price in which we exchanged our sexual encounters
Becoming a commodity just to survive while folks were paid to care for me but aside from the check they didn't care where I laid my head;battling wars at home and at skool just because I looked unloved with newspaper and trapped rain water inside my shoes, no hairdos,no clothes that fit
So I sold my body for school supplies and clothes , so funny it was to laugh at my pain and b shunned when asking for help
Coming to grips with the fact that men didn't want me but for the size of my hips,lips,ass and how tight they thought my pussy could grip, I found solace in a bottle drinking morning,noon,& night which eventually stopped working so I started cutting into my veins not enough to die but numb my emotional pain,tried to overdose on pills but would never die; at night cried wondering why was I doomed to live when it was plain that no one gave a damn about me, I mean I was already stamped with a Whore tag just for trying to survive and got even worse when I got pregnant with my "tricks" baby 16 left to be a mother alone,but still moving from home to home,
I never could differentiate a healthy relationship from the bad because as long it showed signs of me receiving love I was hooked
Just a small page from a worst case scenario of a motherless child still trying to find my way with all my dysfunction
Categories:
hairdos, how i feel, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Add #1
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ hair and nails will be coming and soon,
Find it easy to cry, hate to howl at the moon?
Well the ‘Kimmy's Bliss’ promise is "sheer hair delight,"
You will marvel that prices are not out of sight.
Add #2
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ isn’t flashy, a star in a jar,
In a ‘Hollywood Second’ blow past highest bar,
She's an artist of fashion, a Queen on ‘Hair Street,’
Watch your blues and self-doubts all retreat in defeat.
Add #3
Are you longing for Spring, colors float in the air,
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ is the answer for people who care,
With new color de rigueur and hairdos divine,
You will want to make Kimmy your new Valentine!
Add #4
Find here chemistry, knowledge, skill, passion, and art,
You can get them here blended or served a la carte,
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ is new product, a great hair care gel,
And her "Wow!" "Highest Ratings!" should all doubts dispel!
Add #5
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ means to serve you, to integrate dream,
Won't be leaving you bankrupt a bit down the stream,
Multi-talented people can help you reach goal,
You can walk in divided, return to life whole!
Add #6
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ “Boss” writes poems (like this) for a treat,
And she’s happy, for now he is off of the street,
Answers phones and, if challenged, writes ‘Rhymes for a Dime!’
Hint: you ‘like’ them, might give you a discount next time.
Add #7 (Abekah Emmanuel of PoemHunter.com inspired this one!)
Seems like drums in the jungle are restless tonight,
You’ve got urge to break free, indulge new appetite,
Well, let Kimmy's Bliss' skills help you blaze a new trail,
Set aside a bleak life or try out one less pale.
Brian Johnston
July 29, 2017
Poet's Notes:
My wife Kimmy will be opening a new hair styling and nail shop in the near future in Sunnyvale, CA and I am trying to help out by writing short poems that I may use as newspaper advertisements. This poem is a collection of mini-adds I have written so far. Please tell us what you think. Any and all suggestions will be treasured! Ha!
Also: a note of gratitude to the old ‘Burma Shave’ adds along the highways of my youth and, of course, to Abekah Emmanual of Ghana.
Categories:
hairdos, caregiving, happiness, humor, inspiration,
Form:
Quatrain
I was heading to the bunkhouse, after a wild night on the town
dancing & romancing & one too many round
Back in my wild & woolly days, one more rowdy Saturday night
full of cheap beer & whiskey & the necessary fight
I set Ol' Gus on auto pilot, he knew the way back to the spread
And I set to fighting with those rotgut demons dancing in my head
We were getting pretty close to home, so I eased up on the bit
when all of a sudden that dang horse he up & quit
His ears were all pricked forward, listening quite intense
I caught a drift of what might pass for music, somewhere beyond the fence
It took a lot of persuading, cussing & cajoling
but I got ol' Gus headed for all the caterwauling
the sound got more peculiar as we crested the hill
the memory of what I saw that moonlit night stays with me still
for I had stumbled on a peculiar party, hosted by a peg leg dog
and there was a one eyed pole cat doing comedic monologue
A Blueberry Roan soon took the stage, singing Motley Crue
I swear I saw a big ol' ornery hog with a "born to squeal" tattoo
There were bulls & Heifers dancing, I couldn't believe my eyes
why those bovine wore spikes and body piercings, in places utterly unwise
There where horses with mohawk hairdos head banging to the song
I swear to you, Ol' Gus, he began to sway & sing along
Now I know what you're thinking & I most heartily agree
it was the moon & wind playing tricks, along with rotgut whiskey
You city folks can keep your pink elephants parading in tutus
for this cowboy was shown the light by a Roan in blue suede shoes
I gave up hell raising & carousing, said so long to the honky-tonk life
Happy now to stick to ranching & dancing under the moon with my wife
But every now & again, when the wind blows & the moon is shining bright
I swear I can hear the livestock laughing & head banging through the night
Categories:
hairdos, cowboy-western, funny, happiness, song-night,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
It’s a family Affair
Even though it’s a time of despair
We get all dolled up
Beautiful you look as well
Is it not your day
It’s quite hard to tell
Everyone stands looking at you
In new dresses and suits
Even new hairdos
Party time or a time for grief
Sad one minute
Seeming happy the next
As we pose to take photos
Next to a coffin filled of death
They drink and they laugh
Even pouring rum at your grave
For some the tears keep pouring
Or is that water on their face from the rain that’s pouring
They loved you so they say
Are we mourners or patrons
Cause mourners shouldn’t dress like this
I think not
In the shortest of dresses and highest of heels
No longer will your wounds heal
Deep below you will sleep
That oh so sweet eternal sleep
Wounds heal no more
Cause decay you will soon
Forgive us in the afterlife
For the absence of sorrow
Cause no longer will you have a tomorrow
Categories:
hairdos, death, sad,
Form:
Elegy
Attempting to smooth and comb my hair
My fist shatters the mirror-- splintered and bear
It shows how much I despise my hairdos
Categories:
hairdos, childhood, funny, teen,
Form:
Haiku
Cute long legs with strappy lacy shoes
Glamor wears and classy hairdos
Eloquent speech with flawless quotes
Elegant grace and so much banknotes
All they see is a damsel in pearls
All She wants to be is that ordinary girl
Miss perfection with expensive condos
Always found in exclusive talk shows
Every other girl wants her autograph
Signed on her most current photograph
All they see is a damsel in pearls
All she wants to be is that ordinary girl
She sneaks to an Italian bistro
Just to catch a hand of hot dog
Working with so much hardihood
Just to please the neighborhood
All they see is a damsel in pearls
All she wants to be is that ordinary girl
Wishing she could trade all this fame
To be with her girls even if it’s in shame
The world would never discern
How much her heart so burns
So she has to stop living In pearls
Just to become that ordinary girl
Categories:
hairdos, life
Form:
Rhyme
Dear God, our fashion is but a façade
when our spirits are lifeless, dormant within.
Dead is the part that should walk with you, God.
Dark are the alleys we travel in sin..
The real me is that part that's worth saving.
We all give the body far too much weight -
the plush garments which our pride is craving,
the fancy hairdos and nails we create.
The real me only Jesus can perfect;
my mind may decay but not my soul.
No matter the training, we'll never connect
if deep at our core there lies a great hole.
This body is just a house for my soul;
My soul needs no ornaments to achieve.
Passions unreined, mind bent on control,
my greedy will I inherited from Eve.
Where rests my spirit that key piece of me?
the nucleus I use when I’m praying.
Communion with God can change mind and body
but not when my spirit is straying.
My mental state, God, must accept Your dressing.
Your gentle wisdom and love should fit me
for Christ-like submission and confessing
my “fig-leaf” attire is vain and flimsy.
Jesus, you're the Source people need to see.
Our soul’s lone covering - Your righteousness.
May folks see in us meekness and mercy
as we shine Your Light in peace and distress.
God, grant me calm towards my worst enemy.
Deep in my spirit sealing that huge hole
May your spirit dwell in me completely;
my body – Your temple – my highest goal.
inspired by Dr. Adrian Rogers
Categories:
hairdos, 11th grade, angst, god,
Form:
Quatrain
In a world where change is inevitable we never see it coming
new and more advanced search engines
hairdos that shock us with color and multi dimensional form
faster cars that run on solar energy
foods syringed with synergetic fibre, may or may not be
lethal to our health...
Plastic trees and recycled items that make us wonder,
what was it once before ?
weather buffets that whip us one day and stroke us the next
hyper media intoxication that makes us beg for temperance
In a world that is one day your best friend and the next
your adversary,
I'm glad I have a home to come home to every night
I'm glad I have a family that never leaves my sight
I'm glad I don't like change enough to give up being
"predictable"
In this volatile world where nothing ever stands still for very long,
I'm glad I reached an age of appreciation, for the same old song.
Dec. 3, 2019
Categories:
hairdos, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
At the traffic dodged broken barrier
My clown eclipses pinholes gander
Reeked in the phallic sundust
Pouring out in putrid urgencies
Human beams of ghastly thought
Clinging to lucrative belly rings
Bastion of glowing hope tied to rope
Losing abundance in American swamps
As we creek our bells across the world
Drowning coca cola babies all the same
Puns, cliques, and gospel truants
I am fearless to step on statues
To heckle hairdos and smeckle bear feuds
Categories:
hairdos, animals, business,
Form:
Free verse
Today's the anniversary
Of when my parents wed,
But they're not here to celebrate
Since both of them are dead.
Their wedding picture's in a frame;
They're young and all a'glow,
With hairdos in the styles once worn
So many years ago.
I wasn't yet a glimmer in
Their thoughts that happy day.
The future was a question mark
But they were on their way.
And now our years together
Live in memory's secret file.
On days like this I take a peek,
For just a little while.
Categories:
hairdos, anniversary, parents,
Form:
Rhyme