Best Hairstyle Poems
I sit on the toilet...
planning my choice of clothing,
hairstyle, makeup and daily chores.
Using my eyeliner for writing
a reminder to myself on the toiletpaper,
and make me complete.
Leaving the bathroom aware that
I used my reminder and flushed it down
the toilett.
HMMMM, what was my daily chores...?
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Prince William was so sick of being told
He’s receding and is now going bald
So he called in the royal hairdresser
To see if he could ease the heir pressure
He gave him a brand new hairstyle
This ‘buzzcut’ would be so worthwhile
His hairdresser is very highbrow
But his fees have raised an eyebrow
William’s head looks like its been shaved
Oh how the press stories have raved
£180 pounds is what we’ve been told
It’s so costly to look like you’re bald!
The cost Prince William has now denied
It wouldn’t be the first time the press have lied!
One day William will be ‘heir apparent’
And cutting costs will be more transparent
When William’s crowned then we could sing
With altered words to God shave the king!
Based on a story in the press over the cost of Prince William’s news haircut
01/20/18
Never apologize for being exactly
the person that you are, warts and all.
Tough if someone scoffs at you for that!
It's not your obligation to please the world.
You are your own individual.
Should a soul attempt to rearrange you
in any form, in any shape, in any way;
tell that sucker to go fly a kite!
Stay just as you are because....
you're fine and dandy!
You're a sparkling diamond, remember that;
perfectly imperfect, as you should be. Never mind...
the scars deep within you, or those written
on your skin for all to see! There's no shame
in wearing those. They don't make you any less special!
Never change a single thing about you;
not your idiosyncracies,
not your adorable quirks,
not how you carry yourself
not how you dress, or your hairstyle.
Rock on with your bad self!
Your personality is uniquely yours.
Should you hear that it's all twisted and wrong,
tell the fool that said so....
"Sorry, you've got it backwards...and mind your business!"
You're just fine the way you are.
You are who you are, and that's that.
Let no one try to change you,
because you're special, one of a kind;
and there's nothing wrong with you!
Submitted for...
Encourage Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Date written: 11/28/2020
One Sided Love...
Her dazzling saccharine smile...
Her tremendously appealing hairstyle...
Her varicoloured melodious voice...
Her serene coruscating eyes...
Oh, this excruciating one-sided love
When will it be a felicitous two-sided love?
One-sided love is sore and two-sided love is treacly
Just you know, one-sided love is not ugly
Do you have any idea how thrilling it is here?
Pretending like the sky and sea is crystal clear
While the clouds and waves are always in rage
The heart that forever remains mystery like Stonehenge
Have you slept with this atypical feeling on your face?
Being the cushy grass beneath her gentle paces
Being her true-blue shadow when she's striding lonely
Being her hyaline-like tears when she's crying sadly
Have you ever thought of the benefits?
This innocent feeling will never cease to exist
Gratify each other's desire, the end of two-sided love
Awaiting her one cherished smile, the fun of one-sided love
Wondering how to survive this thunder strikes?
There is no rose in this world without incisive spikes
For you, maybe its like a pathetic worthless war
For us, its a struggle severer than star wars
Whats a love without a forfeit?
One-sided Love is a love without deceit
You don't need to prove it with a receipt
You can always be in conceit!
Our beautiful daughters new boyfriend -
was introduced just recently,
and I must say I am not impressed,
and that came to me instantly.
I could tell my wife had felt the same;
I could see this in a deep scowl,
instead of a smile, ‘nice to meet you’
her greeting was just a weak growl.
His hairstyle was a one sided affair
in colours of purple and green
with half a moustache; one eyebrow gone,
tattoos where the other had been.
There’s tattoos of mainly nude women,
on his legs, torso, neck and arms.
There’s studs and rings among other things,
our daughter read as lucky charms.
When he had gone and we were alone,
we did what all good parents do.
We saw this bloke in negative light,
but how the heck do we get through.
My wife uttered ‘he doesn’t seem nice’;
the reply made us quite nervous,
‘he must be nice to do five hundred
hours of community service.’
I am recovering my mojo, though I have almost no hair
That damn Chemo stuff took it away, and one day it was not there
And it really did fall out in a matter of days
Almost comical your mind says HEY!
And despite being a woman, I feel I look like a man
A bit embarrassing you see, it was not in my plan
I had worn the "cold cap" that supposedly preserved it in health
But while they were nuking my body, they nuked it to hell
So I wear those funny hippy hats now,
those slouchy knitted caps that you see
And I do my best and pretend they don't see
I know it grows back, but there is embarrassment still
And it may come back curly.. good lord a new hairstyle I will
But for now it's an inch, and a little sparse on top
And for a while before it all came out it was an Albert Einstein mop!
I kinda laughed horrified when it went to that point
And well, I now smoke those pot joints
It helps with the nausea which I still have
and it relaxes me on the things that make me sad
See I just lost an ex business partner to hospital error
and that played my sleep, her wife in despair.
Losing my hair is nothing compared to that loss.
I know it down deep, I have suffered that cost.
And so now, I laugh at the vanity hit
and put makeup on when I need to look fit
And I still run around braless you see
because well I am a heathen, societies freed
And if dignity was bent by the small sacrifice
I project my personality and suffer that cost
Keep swimming, Keep swimming...
Like what Dory said
That's my motto that sings in my head
How to get out of the funk. Artimus (C) 2/3/24 Susan Manley
Inspired by Rebecca Heineman , my friend, former business partner who lost her spouse Jennell Jaquays.
Continued from Pt 1
In the living room I could hear my parrot. I reached in the refrigerator to grab a
carrot. In the living room I found momma's sewing kit. I grabbed lots of buttons for Mr.
Snowmans outfit.
Back outside I looked at your snowman. "Something is missing for you." I made a face
and I knew. Back inside I grabbed my Yankee's hat - it will have to do. I walked over to
grandpa's chair, "A pipe for him too!"
I returned to Mr. Snowman. He was beginning to look cool as a fan. My Yankee's hat
on his head would be his only clothes. A carrot for his nose. It would be uncivilized if I did
not have two buttons for his eyes. Too bad I did not have a wig for some kind of hairstyle.
So I added several buttons to make him smile. He was beginning to look his best. I placed
the remaining buttons down his chest. He was the perfect snowman prototype. I finally
added his pipe!
I snapped lots of pictures playing in the snow; So you would know how much fun it is
from my personal view. As if on cue, I pressed send. Hoping these pic's would convince you
to visit me for a weekend.
You receive text messages from Jimmy Matthew, and you see several cute pic's of me
in snowshoes. You notice my lips are cold and blue. Finally you see several pic's of a
snowman for you!!!
Note: Here's Pt 2 of your snowman poem Charma:)
So many days we have not talked, I surely felt a shift
cause when we fin’ly did today, I failed to get the drift.
I think there’s something missing now. In my room all alone
did I just see the change in you that chilled me to my bone.
I used to guess before you speak what you’d be saying next,
it’s no longer the same it’s hard just to decipher text.
There’s sadness in your eyes this time and you no longer care
I got myself a new hairstyle but I lost all my hair.
Now even my little attempts at humor would be met
either by non-comment or worse, “How corny can you get?”
Your eyes would always brighten up, you used to smile at me;
but now you get cross-eyed and weird when it’s me that you see.
You used to hug me all the time as river does the ground
the air between us now is stale, no passion can be found.
Do you now look far into space, or possibility
of life tomorrow full of glee, a life where there's no me.
Do you recall the day we met, when you were so cock sure,
you did not see I'd wreak havoc to the lovely structure
of your orderly life when you thought it’s just a detour;
now that by dawn the passion’s gone, do you just say ”bonjour”?
The whirlwind called romance just left, you have put up the mast;
you’re set to sail, crude tongue till last, you say we had a blast!
Well, poison’s in the juice you drank, please don’t think it’s unkind.
An antidote? Why my dear, is there something on your mind?
Kim Patrice Nunez
01 July 2015
Is There Something You Want to Tell Me? Contest
Sponsor: Judy Konos
POEM: ‘STOP DISCRIMINATION!’
By JAQUIN MOOGI MOKAYA
(July 7th 2018 8.57pm East African Time)
Group 1: Assertion Group 2: Response
1. Look at you! 1. Stop discrimination!
Torn dusty shoes Stop discrimination!
Always in old clothes A pure heart is all God requires
Same same hairstyle We’re all equal before God
You can’t be our friend We’re all God’s family
2. Look at you! 2.Stop discrimination!
Resembling monkeys Stop discrimination!
Dipped in crude oil We’re fearfully and wonderfully made
Mere stammers We’re all equal before God
You can’t join our team We’re all God’s family
3. Look at you! 3.Stop discrimination!
Poor as church mice Stop discrimination!
Always taking bread and water We’re happy with peace of mind
You can’t afford a balanced diet We’re all equal before God
You don’t belong to our class We’re all God’s family
4. Look at you! 4.Stop discrimination!
Mere nonentities Stop discrimination!
Primary school education Simon Peter and John
Is all you ever achieved Mere fishermen mightily used by Jesus
You can’t lead our church We’re all equal before God
You have nothing to tell us We’re all God’s family
Both groups
5. It’s very true! It’s very true!
God does not discriminate
We’re all created in God’s image
We’re all equal before God
We’re all God’s family
Sue removed her Rayban sunglasses
Batted her long dark eyelashes
A consummate flirt
She smoothed down her skirt
Then scattered her late husband’s ashes!
Many friends turned up at the wake
Sue handed out sherry and cake
With hands on her hips
And cherry red lips
She didn’t show signs of heartbreak!
Her dear Joe had been buried one week
Sue went dating a rich Arab sheikh
With her sexy hairstyle
and her womanly wile
the future didn’t look quite so bleak!
Flirt Contest
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes
12~04~16
The bikies are in town today
Least they're trying to make us think so
I know different
Thunderbirds, they really are
FAB Virgil
I heard someone say
Lady Penelope sits astride a 97 Bonneville
I'd know that hairstyle anywhere
Thunderbird 1 cloaked as a Norton Commando
Thunderbirds 3 and 4
Triumphs the both of them
International rescue comes to town
Something big is going down
Must be
I spied Thunderbird 2
Parked outside the TAB
Stopped and asked Virgil
For an autograph
Told him I liked his Hells Angels costume
And asked if he and Lady P
Were off to a costume party
Then he showed me
The special markings on his arms
Proof he was from International Rescue
And suggested I leave quickly
Clearly something big going down
International Rescue come to town
Diva with human touch- for contest
Alighted she from her red limousine
Bedecked in A-line gown, pista green
Till the waist embroidered golden sheen
Satin silk with a halter neckline
Charming face and a vibrant smile!
Stiletto glassy gold with shiny stones
Diamonds green dangled from her earlobes
Clutch in hand golden green embellished with pearls
Nail art elegant studded with shimmers added extra glow
Glossy red lips, curly eye-lashes, glamour gushed in flow
Chiselled nose, magical eyes, hairstyle mussed beehive
She looked a mermaid of fairyland
With rosy cheeks and graceful style
Confident steps on the red carpet
Huge cheer from the umpteen fans
Gorgeous diva of dreams she was
Guys present had skipped heartbeat
Cameras flashed to click her pics
She looked seasoned to this paparazzi and glitz
Waved she her hands and sent flying kiss
Autographs from classy pen with golden nib
Chaperoned by a handsome guy,
reached the stage beautifully set for her
Mike in hand she addressed the crowd with I love you all....
Money I raise from my song tonight will go to my charity drive
To help shape future of the children from the war-torn land
Huge applause and then follows sweet song in her voice
Celebrated beauty she already was yet more
beautiful her ways
Her charms always struck the sight but her tender heart won the soul!
© Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
For contest: Puttin on the Ritz
Sponsored by: Judy Konos
Submitted on: 4th September 2015
AWELEWA
(Beauty Lord)
Mojirola Amoke Orekelewa Omidan
Her beauty struck every creature
Like the camellic evergreen Flowering shrub.
Aponbepore Arewa Oleyinju Ege
Her allure utter chamomile of
Peace and pure love
Who then can deny not seeing her
When she majestically pass by?
Ajanaku koja mori nkan firi
Who can deny not seeing her?
You are the dew that beautify
The most adorable rose of life
Awelewa Omidan jo jen ma ba e lo
Ife re ni n pami bi oti elemi meje
Eyin enu re funfun ni n dami lorun
Eyin oju re ni n lami laya
Ibadi Ileke re lo n wu mi
Her charming Orisabunmi
Hairstyle makes men go crazy
Eni okunri ri ti o ni bi eleyi o je
Aya eni a si je ale eni
Beauriful lord of beauty
Tell Osun laketi the godess of
Beauty that you are the Beauty lord
Voice out to Yemoja godess of ocean
That you got the natures beauty
Inform Obatala the god of purity
That your beauty is as pure a honey
Speak it to Ogun god of iron that
Your beauty shakes the world
Dont forget to inform Sango god
Of thunder that your beauty strike
Down the gaze of men
Opolopo eye lowa laye amo eye Okin lo rewa ju,
Amidst Womanhood you are differ
Omoge oreke lewa, omode tofi gbo Gbo ara sin gbere oge, oreke lewa Oloju ede, mio kuku dubule aisan
Sebi aree ife re lo mumi, ife re npa
Mi bi oti onirawo meje, jowo se
Temi. Mo nife re, jowo se temi
I cherish you most as a woman
Mofe fi e se aya Mofe fe o nisu loka
Mofe gbe o niyawo.
© Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2016
Incognito
( by Joan Donnelly Ellis Oct.23, 2015)
Little girl in updo hairstyle and suspension earrings
Mommies shiny red pumps grace her feet
Nana's garden party bonnet is settled
Almost ready for a walk with baby doll in carriage
A Sunday morning stroll down Hickory Street
She seats herself in front of the vanity mirror
And paints her lips, cheeks and lashes once and then again
She smacks her lipstick in place, smiles at her just pretend face
Playing grown up is her favourite game
All the neighbours greet her as Mrs. Murphy
And they fuss over her new born baby, Jill
On some occasions she will be invited in for tea
Mrs. Murphy is delightful company
And she will engage you thoroughly
With stories of her poor family's indulgences and sin
Rows of assorted necklaces sparkle
As from her throat they dangle showoffishly
She raises the skirt of borrowed dress lest she trip
Grabs the handbag with the zip
A child of seven going on thirty-three
Oh ho! Hairstyle of hers has changed!
So different she looks today; mature and confident.
I like it. But oh! Her long old long tresses, I do miss...
Gaze I do, at her shining face, everyday
But I'm sad; look me into the eyes, she never does!
Strange, she does bow to me in prayer every morning
and hope of mine is sustained with her rare glimpses, up.
Her kohl lined eyes and quivering lips tell her mood….
In glittering gold and exciting red palanquin, it was...
The gate of this lovely mansion, she did cross.
Not without paying homage to me, the historical guard.
I longed to be the first to see the bride to rule here.
Alas! dutiful veils hide her...then, one was teased by a gust;
An elegant jewel clad hand came to grasp it and
A radiant face lifted momentarily towards the sky
And disappeared as quickly.... I was enchanted.
So lovely… a real queen who would adorn my white mansion.
Next day, she came blooming to the yard temple
For her first day prayer… a woman complete….
Oh ho! Those tresses, long and humid; her tightened sari…
And the sparkles of love and happiness on her bubbly face…
I decided to guard her from that day, praying she blooms forever.
A year now, my wish has been granted, she is as luminous.
But I do hope she looks into my aggressive tiger face, once!
8/08/17
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