Best Manicures Poems

Modern Vanity

tracks
weaves
hair color
fingernails
manicures
pedicures
inflated buttocks and lips
sculptured hips
workout
aerobic
liftup
tuckin
sixpacks
jog
rotate
walk
perspire
maintain
get that body
night masks
contour sticks
Facetime
Facebook
facelift
Instagram
Twitter
tummy tucks
lap bands
gastric by-pass
designer clothes
sports cars
convertibles
Teslas
toupees
tattoos
Men’s Club
blue pills
anything else?

7/18/17

Facebook and Twitter are creating a vain generation of self-obsessed people with child-like need for feedback, warns top scientist....

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I was a bonafide, happy beautician, like a gorgeous, daisy sun as it is rising;
And charming, happy faces were my pursuit, like silvery moonlight uprising.

My days were a flurry of manicures and facials, like nature's green revisions,
Or gardens and fields sprouting colors, due to hidden,...

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How Times Have Changed~

We ran so innocently in lush, soft, beautiful grass!
Dreamt of wonderful futures on the finest, fresh smelling sheets.
Mother treated each child as her very own angel creation.
When apart, we pigtailed beauties, actually called each other on real phones!

Sadly, the deliciuis times of...

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I was told that because I'm a girl, 
its unusual to play video games, 
its unusual to like comics , 
because I'm a girl its unusual for me to prefer to talk about cars rather than make-up and manicures, 
then finally someone asked "Why are...

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Growing Up, Aging


An aging golden retriever boards the bus, must have been 
12 years old, eye sight waning, I see white film, with liver 
spots and walking with a deliberate cadence, as if all of it's 
four legs were uneven. I could see a curvature...

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Young love is easy
Wild and hot,
Getting and giving 
From bottom to top.

All of your attention,
Best manners and smiles,
Flowers and perfume 
Sweet smelling for miles.

Shirts and dresses starched, 
Cleaned and pressed,
Hair-do’s and manicures
Take care of the rest. 

Young love is easy 
As apple pie
But love gets...

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ValentinesDay 
ValentinesDay 

 
 
A Massacre 
 
 
 
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FortyEighth 
 Valentines Saint Massacre Day was in Chicago the man played them a tune on 
his fiddle. The Aftermath The newspapers instantly picked up on the crime, 
dubbing it the "St. Valentine's Day...

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This poem is written for the Gender Bender contest, sponsored by Richard Lamoureux!

**Passionately**


Why do you not hold me,
passionately? 
The little things
that show you care.
Like running your fingers 
through my hair!

You used to rub my back,
passionately!
the little things
like foot massages,
manicures and pedicures.
I always felt secure

we used...

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Kisses good-bye;  waved out the door.
Sitting at the shore.  The water is still rolling.
You want to know how much longer I'll be here for.

We'll all be here till death is at the door.  Methadone,
morphine will squelch the pain, but for that ONE...

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Her life is not one of shopping malls,
those fancy purses, and shoes to match.
No her life is not fifty dollar hair cuts, and
manicures, followed with a pedicure, to show off her
french style toenails.  
Her parents didn't buy her a new BMW for 
graduation, with...

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It was a balmy night by the sea
the bar wasn't empty, nor was it full
I was on my 5th whiskey sour
it matched my mood
some days a detective
some days a writer
now and then even a poet
not much work these days
other than drinking whisky
writers block my current...

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When a woman is a woman 
Her hair color isn’t from a box
There are no hair dyes
Her nails are not acrylic or painted
There are no manicures
Her lips are their own shade of pink 
There is no makeup 
Her skin is golden from the sun 
There...

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can you say you know who i really am

i wear my colors oh so bright even in the middle of the night

i don't dance a certain way or dress real fabulous

i'm not into manicures or facials or even pedicures

i don't walk with a switch or...

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The humble dank, dark hall of death
Was quiet, peaceful and stocked.
With corpses bandaged, naked and cold
And not even close to rottening.

Leather faced pretties and fly-blown chaps
Beneath the sheets snow white.
They soon will rise from sudden sleep
   And roam this earth once more.

Behold these...

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THE TRANSIENTS OF MY YOUTH


Old and wrinkly, whiffs of cigarettes and whiskey; his sparkling blues tell me there is bubble gum and a surprise; I check the long pockets finding smiles and candy, feeling loved and dandy.


Southern Antebellum, with manicures of rouge; kind but broken,...

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