Best Ponytails Poems

That godless sound
His head explodes at 6:01am
Same as every day
He falls out of bed
Steps on the cat
Slides into his slippers
Shuffles to the kitchen
Puts the coffee on
Bumps his head on the cupboard door
Again
Sits down and looks out the window
A blackbird is flying near
Leaves it’s mark on...

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WOMEN ...

Truly amaze me ... they possess the super-human
strength to birth a child - one of the most painful
and demanding physical and emotional feats of end-
urance known to our species - yet they have the
self-confidence to be meek and tender, with the
gentle and sweet fortitude...

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We've always been obsessed with hair
Ponytails or long and flowing
Medusa's hair would turn you to stone
If you gazed on it, no joking

In the 60s a Broadway hit called “Hair”
With its popular anthem “Aquarius”
Prompted a new age of sexual revolution
Some of the sights were hilarious

What's the...

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Ponytails
Swishing madly,
Hurdling across the pitch.
Beads of sweat
Spraying in spirals
As fingers point,
Shouting directions
To strikers, wingers, and defensemen.

Defensewomen, really.

Get back!
Push it!
Don't lose form!
Take the shot!
Grazing past the clown gloves.
Concaving the thick nylon.
Back of the net glory!
Now run around like giddy school girls
For exactly 8 seconds.
Now mark your...

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"Now" she's eating her cheerios, one-by-one 
She sits in a three ring circle with her friends 
Warmth, she is, by the rays of the morning's sun 
Her hair in ponytails all curled with loose ends 

She sits in a three ring circle with her friends...

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There are colors that please the eyes:
Rainbows, sunsets, and a sunrise
On psychedelic, I can't gaze
Without recalling careless days.

Ponytails, psychedelic shirts
Flower girls in long, faded skirts
Hippies searching in mushroom clouds
Anti-war protests drawing crowds

Talk of love is everywhere
Psychic wisdom floats in the air
Peace and love in every...

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(To The Memories of Jon Benet Ramsey, Sherrice Iverson and Ryan Harris)

Sometimes I reach down to hold your tiny hand
And I come up feeling powerless and helpless and
Unable to understand, why I will never see you
Playing in a schoolyard, backyard or
Playground because someone decided to...

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Way back then when I was ten
the year was nineteen ninety-three,
Mom was so proud when I said aloud
that I made the school spelling bee.

Days of math sums and bubble gums
have faded through the years,
but I sing along to a certain song
and it still brings me...

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“Dam Change”
Dam change.
Mother and father love their plain ponytails and Lionel trains.
Then infancy crawls to scrap knees, tea parties. And headphone blast fast tones accompanied, by the arrogances of “me”.
Old Lionel trains sleep and ponytails worn plain train to feed or seek maternity.
Then mother and...

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Some days, I look within the book of myself onto the pages I have filled, and sigh. The folds of light and dark portray scenes, some simple, and others horrific. I sit still now. I have no need to wander. Today, I find the child,...

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What happens to all the brown-skinned girls?
Sitting on the stoop waiting for the ice cream man to come
20 plats in their hair
Turning the double dutch rope
Sitting in the middle of the classroom

You know, that one girl . . . what’s her name?
ponytails neither pony nor...

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Waving ponytails
of silk
wrapped in skirts
browning green
red and yellow 
sapphire teeth
play a game
at hide and peek.
Sparkling twinkles
from the sea
flew in millions
like the wind
at the fullness 
of moon wink
fading with
the cricket sound
last stalks fall to the 
ground
echoing farmers
harvest song
mountain splendor
at braking dawn.

First Place: Brian Strand- Contest 325-8/25/17
Sixth...

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1960 and the world was changing
A time for living and rearranging
Baseball in the school yard with a sponge ball and a fist
Donnie Brooks sang Mission Bell and Chubby did The Twist
Bobbie sox and ponytails, school dances were so much fun
Johnny Preston’s Running Bear. I loved...

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Ponytails and blue jeans 
Sat at Papaw's knee, 
Watching as he whittled 
On old branches from a tree. 
    And while he talked of cowboys 
And big old Texas ranches, 
He trimmed away the rough spots, 
While I dreamed of pony dances....

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First, I was a horse,
proud, fierce, untamed.
testing the texture of one continent,
competing with the winds and tornadoes
to achieve the ultimate granular vortex,
testing the manhood of the Cheyenne,
twisting the blistering ropes of the Sioux,
defying the white man with bared, scornful teeth
and a rusty, booming cloud of...

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